Two weeks from tomorrow – assuming I can roll myself onto the plane – will find me in Denver. I am so incredibly giddy I feel the need to pee! Of course, I pee every hour on the hour anyway so maybe that isn’t it. I have jammies that fit. I’ve seen one of the movies nominated. Oh, and I get to see my Jessika!

Two weeks from Monday night will find me at a spa somewhere in the middle of New Jersey. Pre-natal massage, manicure, pedicure, cut & color all ready to go. Too bad David has to work all week. We’re considering a side trip into NYC over the weekend. Sort of last hurrah before they tell me I can’t fly anymore and the Pinenut arrives. I should find a winter coat that closes around me.

So the other night – in the middle of the night so we were sleeping – I wake up to pee. However, Princess Kitty was on my feet and they had fallen asleep. So I sort of rolled around in a circle trying to bend at the waist to convince PK to get off my feet. David woke up and semi-shouted “Are you okay? Are you stuck? Do you need help?” Sigh. I didn’t realize I was that big already. The scale tells me otherwise. My pants on the other hand…

It’s a cold and rainy day here. Perfectly perfect for lounging around on the sofa doing absolutely nothing.