I know, I know; I'm another week late with this. I'll be 32 weeks tomorrow. I have no excuse for why I didn't post this earlier since I've been the opposite of busy lately. Jet lag + third trimester = lazy, exhausted, and zero motivation.
My mom took the photo below at the airport just minutes before I went through security (and a few seconds before the tears started flowing). I've seen my mom more times in 2012 than I have in other years, but saying bye each time is so freaking hard. The flight home was fine. I sat next to a giant (he was well over 7' and took up part of my seat, leaving me and the belly squished to one side. Little Pickles moved around A LOT on that flight.
Being home for the holidays was wonderful, despite feeling crummy 75% of the time. I saw friends, family, enjoyed a wonderful baby shower, and managed to buy lots of frilly tutus for little Pickles. Oh yes...she will be wearing those quite often. (Side note: I just thought about my shower and now I'm totally craving a slice of the cake my sister-in-law made. This is a problem.) It boggles my mind that the next time I go home I'll have a baby with me. I seriously can't wrap my head around it!
Here's the bump from last week. I'll get back on track with the survey in my next post.