Friday we went to dine with Jenny, Joe and Julia. We enjoyed how Willa and Julia (6 month difference) played by themselves in Julia's room - they were laughing at each other's laughs. It was really nice to be able to sit with other grown ups and talk while the kids played in a different room.
Saturday morning I had a work program. It was a long morning and afternoon, but great to be there mostly as support and see a lot of friendly familiar faces. Here's a shot my coworker got of me and the belly. She was merciful in not including my feet in this photo; I look so great in my work clothes and sneakers. These shoes and I are spending too much time together, but they're all that fit right now.
Also? My nose? My nose is wide in normal life, but through the magic of pregnancy small ships can use my nasal passages for trade routes.
Saturday afternoon I spent waiting for my mom and sister to arrive. They took the scenic route from Warren to GR and knocked on our door 6 hours after departure. The outlet mall and M21 wooed them. It seems that they had a good adventure. We all sat around the house and talked for a while. Willa showed both Grandma and Aunt Lisa her big girl room. We went out for dinner where Willa ordered ice cream for her meal (but strangely enough, that ice cream looked and probably tasted a lot like mac and cheese). We ended the evening with ice cream at home. Pregnant woman + family visitors + Jim's sweet tooth + a 2 year old adorably ordering ice cream = darn right there's gonna be ice cream!
Sunday Jim and I woke up* before Willa and enjoyed some quiet time. I finally had to go upstairs and bring her down after shouting upstairs, "Willa! Come down, lazybones!" brought the answer of "No thank you - I stay here." We cuddled in bed under the blankets and I remember feeling that the day was somehow charmed, not unlike Christmas morning. We went out for breakfast and ran some errands - there are newborn diapers in the house. Bring on the baby!
Last night I spent some feet up time on the couch while Jim got Willa ready for bed. I went upstairs during story time. Willa noticed me and patted the bed, "come here, sweetie," she said. I climbed up next to her, and then cried a little when she stroked my hair. Hormonal? Absolutely.
* I woke up way earlier, but stayed in bed thinking of things to do before the baby came. The oregano, for instance, needs to be torn out because my Arbor Day Foundation ornamental tree could show up soon, and I want to be prepared. And what if Jim has to plant it? Overplanning? Perhaps yes.