i'm sitting in the dark. my feet are cold from the ceiling fan. i'm wearing my favorite hoodie. i can't hear any boats or jet skis, and i think i may be the only one awake in the house. tucker dog included. i'm relaxed, well fed, and can't wait for my "pregnancy massage" tomorrow. oh, the glories of pregnancy;-) thank you supreme goddess sandie and silver fox, THANK YOOOOOU! i'm at the point in my vacation where the last day is tomorrow. no stress of packing just yet. one day to squeeze in everything that has been put off the entire trip. for example: the cheese sticks at the drive up marina. do you think they open before 11am??? i was never this hungry when i was pregnant with brennan, but DR. N assures me there is only 1 in there. it may have to do with the fact that the sight and smell of food with brennan was my nemesis. i remember thinking that i would NEVER, and i mean NEVER, like food again. i really believed it. well, i ate a chicken leg tonight, with the skin b/c it's my favorite part, and it was tasty. the only thing looming in my mind, other than my book that is calling to me, is the gloom and doom of actually doing the traveling it takes to get to the getting home part that feels so good. the uncertainty of airport delays and pork loin meltdowns. thank goodness the scout master will be with us. although, little P.L. was VERY well behaved on the way here. still, was it just luck? i've already made papa silver fox agree to a stop by IN-N-OUT on the way to the airport. and then i envision the moment where we step through our front door. the smells of home. the calm, dark room of a place that has missed our absence.
then, i feel pretty good about the getting home part that feels so good.