You are out of town. This isn't a new thing. Last February you were gone for three weeks, and I had no qualms. But now, I am pregnant and my hormones are straight crazy. After the 17th tantrum that Grace threw the same day you left, and me making the mistake of thinking "What if Aaron's plane crashes?" then crying into my cheerios for a solid five minutes, I knew that Saturday we were getting the heck out of our apartment. So, we got ready in style (and by we I mean Grace, because I'm pretty sure I wore my gym clothes around).
Baby boy is doing well and seems to be growing by the minute.
We relaxed like champions this afternoon.
Kara (and Grace)