I was lucky enough to have three of my closest friends come to visit me this past weekend. Although we never officially named it as such, I believe that this was an informal farewell weekend to us all being baby-free since I'm due in 2 months and one of the girls will be having a baby this fall. What I didn't take into account when planning this weekend was that even though there isn't a baby in sight, there is still a rather large and very active baby in my belly, one that made me wonder if we might have missed the boat on the "baby-free" aspect of the weekend. Not only is this little guy/girl swimming around in my belly all the time (most active at night when I'm trying to sleep, of course), making me feel simultaneously excited and a bit nauseous, but he/she is also turning my brain to mush. At one point during the weekend, my friend mentioned that her least favorite holiday was coming up this week, to which I responded "What? Thanksgiving?"
For anyone keeping their eye on the clock, you will realize how ridiculous a statement this was considering that it is mid-February and Thanksgiving is pretty much the holiday that is the farthest away at this point. So I really can't explain why those words came out of my mouth except that the aforementioned baby must be sucking the brains right out of my head.
That, or perhaps it's because I'm currently obsessed with food, so Thanksgiving would be the logical choice.
