Last week, I worked from a hotel lobby in the middle of the bustling streets of Chicago. I sipped on tea, set up shop in a comfortable chair with a great view for people-watching, and probably got more work done in a day than I do in the office in a week. (Change of scenery can do wonders for productivity!) But, the real reason I ended up in the city was for the hubs.

Hubby had a presentation at a conference in Chicago for some research that he has been working on, so to assure he arrived safely, I joined him in the windy city. (You may laugh, but sleep has been so limited over the past 8 weeks that I didn't trust he could make it safely on the four hour drive.)

I've been MIA in the blogging world lately, so I'll catch you up very briefly in an attempt to redeem myself.
The past few months have been rough.err..really rough. It's just the name of the game with the rotation that the hubs happens to be on (which is why we got away for a week before all of the chaos ensued.) We are pretty used to this flow, sometimes it's a lot easier than others (like most jobs, right?) We knew it was coming, it wasn't a surprise...but it has still felt like a continual punch to the gut. I'm very, very thankful that his 2nd year is almost over (only 6 more weeks!!!). I can literally see the light that is 3rd year. Praise God!

But, back to our little getaway:
When this conference fell (oh-so-conveniently) in the middle of the week, I figured it would be a great opportunity to spend time together...precious, precious time.
Although we were only away for two days and worked most of the time, just being able to be together, laugh, and relax was such a treat.

And eat!
As a celebration of successfully finishing his big presentation, Kyle only wanted a deep dish pizza and a beer. Admittedly, I've never had a deep-dish before last week. I could only get through one piece, but goodness, that was one.delicious.piece.
Our hotel also happened to be next to the new Eataly that just opened as well - a treat on many different levels! How do I get Mario to open one in Ann Arbor?!!

This little trip was just what we needed. Time to sing our favorite country songs at the top of our lungs while cruising down the highway, chat about nothing and everything, time to just be together. Those random weeknights or weekends that we may have gotten before have been stripped away in the name of surgery.
I can hardly contain my excitement thinking about getting back to a "normal" (our "normal") life this summer! Thanks for the little treat, Chitown!

The other day I pulled a muscle in my butt. It's true.
Now, this has been going on for quite some time. When it was still snowy and icy outside, I had the brilliant idea to run 6 miles because it was just one of those days when running was the solution to de-stress. That fateful day is when this problem all began. Continually trying to balance on icy trails while your hips are beginning to change from carrying a child is apparently a recipe for a pain in the rear!! Quite literally.

Lately, it's been flaring up a bit and today, I almost fell over from the nerve pain. Of course, I run to Google in an attempt to find some solutions and stretches. First, I Google "pain in my butt." Never did it occur to me that that may not mean an actual pain in my buttocks nerves and muscles. Not once.

After realizing this could get awkward, I then proceed to tell my coworker that the pain is decapitating. Yes, the pain has somehow taken my entire head off.
Again, not until about three minutes later did I realize that debilitating was actually the vocabulary word I was looking for.

Then, there's the interaction with the cable guy. He may have attributed it to a blonde moment, but I reassured him that you really do loose some of your intelligence when carrying a child. He wasn't buying it.

The email that I sent at work that made close to zero sense. Thankfully, it happen to be to fathers of very small children who have first-handily seen this phenomena.

A dream I had about delivering our baby in an African mud hut, complete with mothers waiting to breast feed my newborn child...and talking mice.

The time that I dropped coffee across both computers at work. Then, the very next day, spilled an entire cup of juice on Maizy in the morning, followed by a full mug of coffee at work. On my silk blouse and blue jeans. Of course, I had explain why I looked like I peed myself for the next four hours. (Let alone walk around in a white, damp blouse).
I rescheduled a meeting or two to avoid the embarrassment.

I think 'hot mess' would be the phrase that comes to mind. Not in a complimentary way, in a 'someone help that woman!' way.

I could go on and on...and I'm only half way done cooking this baby up.

Rest assured, I'm fully equipped with the excuse (aka truth) that anytime I say or do anything remotely ridiculous over the next 20 weeks, it's because the baby is taking all of my brain capacity.
Now, back to my butt stretches.

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