We’re back from the Petitot! We have tans, we have pictures, we have great memories of time spent with dear friends. We soaked in hot springs, lolled on a sunny and sandy “beach”, ate moose-meat, and Jade had only a handful of small seizures each day. It was terrific!
I’d tell you all about it, but there are important things to do, like laundry, and groceries, and, um, lying down. Y’see, we had a big steak and potatoes kind of supper tonight and afterward when I sat down at my computer to catch up on e-mails, I realized that my swollen belly was actually touching my thighs. Pardon me, IS touching my thighs. Dear mother of all pregnancies, I haven’t even officially started my third trimester yet; how in heaven’s name am I going to survive growing this belly for another three months?
It’s so irritating to have my stomach skin touching my leg skin that I really must go lie down for a wee while. More blogging once I’ve recovered from the shock.
