Okay, it's 7:18 AM on Wednesday morning. I've already been up multiple times in the night with a randomly screaming toddler, gotten up and dressed, spilled hot coffee grounds all over the sink, finally made and drank a cup of half-caf coffee, driven to the airport and back, made and drank another cup of half-caf coffee, caught the bus to work, and turned on my computer to blankly stare at articles about gasoline. I'm afraid that that might be it for productivity for the day from me.
So, the visit went well, over all. Except for the one emotional conversation detailed in my Monday post, things were pretty calm. I suppose that's one of the benefits of being 6 months pregnant- no one wants to say anything that might upset you. Except when you're 6 months pregnant, everything upsets you, so it's kind of a lost cause. My mom cried most of the night last night, I think, as they had to say goodnight to Ethan then, since we were leaving for the airport so early this morning. I hate the last day of their visit and the first day that they're gone. I feel so sad for my parents, leaving the grandbaby behind and traveling all the way across the country to their home. I know the distance feels ridiculously far on those days. I kept trying to remind Mom that they would be back in less than 3 months, but it didn't seem to work.
In pregnancy-related news, I came very close to flashing a bunch of innocent pedestrians on my way to work this morning. As you know, I'm 27.5 weeks along, or ~6 months. And I look vaguely pregnant at this point. Not obviously pregnant still, but to the point where the FedEx guy eyed my stomach oddly on Monday morning when he came by. And to the point where there is no hope of wearing regular clothes, but still at the point where my belly doesn't quite hold up my maternity pants. Today I am wearing a pair of pants that fit pretty well, except they have a tendency to migrate south if not pulled up. A lot. And pulling up pants while wearing a long coat and gloves is challenging. But I made it to work from the bus stop without the pants falling off entirely, thanks to a lot of strange-looking tugs on my pants through the layers of my coat and shirt. At least it was dark and there weren't too many people out this morning. I may need a new plan for the walk back to the bus stop this afternoon.
Okay, 7:26 now. Only 7 hours and 34 minutes before I head home. Where I will be solely responsible for Ethan again, for the first time since February 26. How strange is that!