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.