Greetings from Lake Charles, Louisiana! It’s cloudy, rainy and grey this morning but what do I really care when I’m inside a hotel all day?
BTW, flying a puddle jumper, standby, to anywhere longer than 30 minutes away when you’re pregnant is extremely discouraged. Trust me and I’m not huge. The woman next to me had a comparable belly at 20 weeks where I am 30.
Still, my back, butt, tummy all cramped. Those Skywest seats were made for Eva Gabor’s dogs not humans. Hot and hungry- I forgot to feed us much more than a couple of Fig Newtons before take off and all that is offered in flight now are biscotti and raisins. Of course, it would have been much worse had I not even gotten on the flight and had to wait it out at the airport until night for the next available seat. Talk about a sore ass. I got lucky. The return includes first class so I’m looking forward to that.
I’m home next Wed.. Some of you might think I’m silly to travel to the sweltering, bug infested, humid SE state in July in my third trimester but I plan to stay indoors or by the pool, sleep often and show off my new clothes from Prana. (The capris and tops will be worn long after the baby pops as they are stretchable, comfortable, sporty, stylish and way cool. I’ll try to include a flashy pic from the conference). The reason I’m really here is to attend the annual outdoor writers conference. I missed last year’s event and because it’s always so inspirational and motivational I had to come this year. I get to meeting new writers and suddenly my brain’s a tilt-a-whirl with new story ideas and ways to market myself. Plus, the conference paid my way since I’m one of their featured speakers. How could I resist? I guess the mommy card will now be a part of my writing forever so I need to hunt for new ideas. And that’s ok. I want to share what I learn.
My belly’s growing and the doc is a little less anxious. She ordered another ultrasound for me on June 27 just to make sure Sage still has 10 fingers and 10 toes. But the heartbeat’s strong and she moves when she should.
Aside from a glitch the other night, Ryan’s been a doll. I got up to pee at about 2:30 a.m. backed up to the seat and dropped in! I screamed, “God Dammit, Ryan! You left the toilet seat up.” and he woke up cracking up. It was everything I could do to maintain my anger and not laugh too. Although it was funny, I was pissed. He doesn’t wipe the rim down and it was sooooo gross. Why can’t men understand that when we use the toilet 70 percent more than they, we get the say?? Plus, it’s late, it’s dark, I’m tired and I back into the thing. It’s not like I KNOW that the seat ain’t down. Ugh. At first, argued with me and put up quite the fight but the next night the seat was down. That’s all that matters. 🙂