09.08.04

Bleh.

I say that for two reasons, first of all, because that’s pretty much how I’m feeling today. The nausea is very persistent and now is accompanied by intense bloating and a feeling of being suffocated by my own flesh.

And I’m only 11 weeks along. Gah.

Secondly, I know that I need to write a recap of the three-day weekend (I have SO MANY pictures, you guys) and I and I have no idea how I will be able to muster up the energy for that.

But in summary, the trip was great. And I mean that really. Sometimes when you plan these types of quick get-away weekends and you pack so much into such a short amount of time, you don’t end up enjoying it. You end up tired and cranky and back at work before you know it. But this wasn’t one of those weekends and I’m glad. I mean, I’m still tired and cranky and back at work, but not any more than I would have been if we had just stayed home.

It was SO beautiful. I love the woods. I love the mountains. I love trees. I want to move up there and be a hippie in one of the many hippie towns we drove through.

I’m going to go meditate for a while and think about the woods. And try to pretend that the comment (made by a coworker who KNOWS I’M PREGNANT) that she “can tell I’ve been gaining weight” but I “still look cute in that skirt.”

Gee. Thanks.

before ~ after