The view from our room on the 18th floor. It's cold out today, but gorgeous. The secret weekend get-a-way is going wonderfully. I just wish I could go to happy hour in 45 minutes for a cocktail with my handsome husband. Romantic night. Gin & tonic. Wine with dinner. With my huge, protruding belly, there is no hiding that I am almost ready to pop. So no drinks for me. But the evening will still be romantic, I'm sure.
Two people I know who have due dates around the same time as me have delivered their babies. I can't help but feel jealous! Jealous that their journey into motherhood has begun. Jealous that they are holding their healthy newborns in their arms. And, honestly, jealous that they are no longer pregnant! If you haven't figured it out already, patience isn't one of my virtues. I am working on changing that. And I am sure having a baby will help. Let's hope!
Happy weekend! Have a cocktail for me!