Well, we're back and alive and all that good stuff. Trip was fantastic.
Montana is a cold barren wasteland of a state. But, now with a casino on every corner. Fantastic. We were there to visit husband's paternal grandparents. His grandpa is a sweetie, who insisted on calling me Chrissy, which hasn't happened since I was six and oh-so-cute. His grandma is a hoot. She suffered a stroke a couple of years ago. It was a light one (is there really such a thing?), and the only after-effects seems to be her ability to be incredibly rude. She gave us the third degree for traveling, by car, this time of year. Nevermind that there wasn't a flake of snow to be seen...
Her: I just don't see how you lucked out. This time of year is horrible for travel.
Me: Well, I guess we're just lucky.
Her: Well, you have to understand when your husband called us, I just couldn't encourage him about the trip. I don't encourage crazy.
And that line became our motto for the trip.
I will post again on the many other stops on our two-week Western state tour later. Right now, there is a mountain of laundry staring me down.
*sidenote: first OB appointment was the day before we left. Baby is where it's supposed to be and looking fine. As soon as I get near a scanner I will share with you the first of many photos of, what has now been dubbed, Monkey (when you see the u/s picture, you'll see why).
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Welcome Back!!
I am glad you had a good trip. I am also glad to hear everything is good with your "bun in the oven". When is your due date?
I can't wait to hear the stories of your trip and see pictures. I sure missed you while you were gone. Nobody else comments on my website as regularly as you do!
Stare back at that laundry. You can defeat it. You have the power.
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