My Tour of New York's Finest Public Restrooms

Last year we decided to forgo our usual vacation because we were buying a house. This was a huge sacrifice for me. One of the primary reasons that I work is so that I can take vacation. It was worth it, of course. I love our house and I'm glad we had the extra cash for our many projects and oh-so-fun new homeowner surprises (like the broken furnace). Still, by January of this year I was starting to freak out. I needed a vacation immediately. When April rolled around and we still hadn't gone on vacation, I had a full on panic attack because now I was pregnant and surely this would be our LAST ADULTS-ONLY, THEME PARK-FREE VACATION FOR, LIKE, 18 YEARS, OR POSSIBLY EVER, RIGHT?!?? Right?!?

Obviously, a slight overreaction. But it felt very real and very serious at the time. (Just ask Jason.) We finally managed to get it together to plan a vacation to NYC and the Hudson River Valley in July. It was fantastic: Yankees game, Broadway show, The Met, amazing restaurants, afternoon naps, tours of the Vanderbilt Estate and the FDR Presidential Library in Hyde Park, "Harry Potter" at the drive-in theatre, cupcakes and lots and lots of ice cream. Exactly what we wanted. Of course, I've jokingly started referring to it as "My Tour of New York's Finest Restrooms," because, well, a tour of the facilities is a major part of any attraction for a woman who is 7 months pregnant and has a baby doing head stands on her bladder. I am happy to report that they were all quite clean and tidy.

I love this "series" of us at the top of the Empire State Building. We're exhausted from an early morning flight and the ridiculously long line to get to the observation deck.

Happy Birthday to My Blog!

No need to sound the alarm. I am not trapped somewhere underneath a piece of half-assembled baby furniture. Just inordinately busy for a woman who wants to do nothing more than lie around with her sad, swollen Hobbit feet propped up on pillows.

We've had lots of fun stuff going on lately--though nothing nearly as amusing as the events that prompted me to post my first ever blog entries. As is typical with most birthdays and anniversaries, I've missed the actual event by a few days, but I thought it was important to commemorate the birth of my blog anyway. Despite my slacker ways as of late, I've enjoyed keeping this record of our first year in the house and love hearing from everyone who follows it. So, thank you! Keep the comments (and e-mails for those of you who still haven't figured out how to comment, you know who you are!) coming!

Because no entry is really complete without a photo, and I've been receiving a lot of requests for this, here is a belly shot of me from last month at around 27 weeks:

It isn't the best shot of the bump, but I've included it mainly so that I can bitch and moan about how unfair it is when one's husband is the skinniest he's been since he was 10 years old when one is expanding exponentially.