I am easily excited, especially by travel where I get to see far flung friends. But the reality is that I’m also a homebody, who loves cooking, walking around and exploring nearby neighborhoods, sleeping in my own bed, and lazing about with my dude and cats. So on trips, I get really excited, make lots of plans to spend time with as many people/at as many places as possible, and get stressed out at the end and crash with exhaustion when I get home. And swear that I won’t travel again for a long time. A few weeks/months pass, I miss my friends, and the whole cycle starts again!
I got back from SF on Sunday, after a Saturday that went like this: jam packed friend-filled and professional activities (and food) until 9:30 PM, then taking a cab to my old hotel, then a BART train to the airport, then a cab to my airport hotel by 11 PM (which turned out to be a scary dark motel), then attempting to sleep (but being scared and big, which wasn’t fruitful), getting up at 4:30 AM, taking a 5:15 AM shuttle to the airport, then finally boarding a 7AM flight back to NYC- my smelly, rude, perfect-for-me adopted hometown. So relieving.
I know many people love SF, and I had a great time there. It was a nice place to visit, it was great to see friends, and I enjoyed how pretty everything was. But I totally wimped out on the constantly changing weather. Jenna Maroney was right about the Bay Area
Here are some pictures of the pretty:
Bed and Breakfast in Alamo Square, where I stayed the first night.
Concierge, there’s little Swedish girls in my bed!
Even concrete steps are pretty here
Crazy, pretty trees (anyone know what these are called?)
Love the old houses. I want to take my little buddy there some day so we can look at these together.
A Buddha in the Japanese Gardens, Golden Gate Park. (Sadly, I did not pick up any West Coast Zen qualities during my trip. I continue to buzz on my naturally occurring uppers)
More Japanese Gardens prettiness
A blurry picture of me at 30 weeks (well, a few hours from 30 weeks), taken in my scary motel room which had a very long full length mirror. You can see how how I’ve gotten sorta thicker in general. 25 lbs will do that to you. (Evidently, I need this for breastfeeding. I hope I am as generous in my mammary flow as I currently am in my thigh area).
30 weeks! As of today, that’s 9 weeks and 3 days until my due date. 6 weeks and 3 days until full term. My friends all had opinions about my belly and my pregnancy, most commonly friends who had been pregnant thought I looked very compact for being 3/4 done. This is a stealth advantage of the long-torso- so much more room for belly buddy to grow up, rather than out.
That said, I’m sure I’ll be sticking out more very soon.
Hope spring has sprung where you are!