The traveling P's return

M and I both survived our trips over the weekend, and once again Otis is thrilled that we're home. M had a nice, relaxing weekend (as relaxing as a bachelor's party weekend can be, I suppose) and enjoyed being the only person on the boat not to get sea sick. I had a great time in Asheville with my friends, many of which I hadn't seen in over two years, which is just WAY too long. Barring family drama, I hope to not have to wait that long to see them all again.
The weather over the weekend was gorgeous- just chilly at night. Thank goodness for pregnancy blubber- I was the only one not freezing. Speaking of gorgeous, the drive through the mountains was unbelievable. I only wish I'd been riding instead of driving so I could've actually looked at it a little more. Unfortunately, I didn't get a lot of pictures...mainly because I dropped the camera and thought I'd completely wrecked it. While I was upset about the whole thing, M the super-hubby was able to fix it last night. I was feeling very guilty and very much like a four-year-old that you can't trust with electronics. Maybe I should invest in one of those new digital cameras by Fisher Price.

I got some wonderful gifts at my very first baby shower. Having things for S makes me that much more anxious for her arrival. It was a perfectly wonderful shower...most of us sitting around in our pajamas eating grits and biscuits. I don't suppose it gets much better than that.

Now that we're home, we are excited about NOT traveling anywhere this weekend...unless you count walking across the park to a Halloween party as traveling. We thought we were going to be home non-stop until Thanksgiving, but it turns out M has to go to Iowa in two weeks and spend the entire week there in meetings. Awesome. We figure my "on the road" days are numbered as I was so tired when I got back from this trip and being in the car was getting pretty hard on my back. Sitting for long periods of time is getting more difficult. Then again everything is getting more difficult. Rolling over in bed now takes an act of congress (okay, that's an exaggeration, but it does take at least a motion from the floor). The joys of pregnancy.