Well, I leave bright and early tomorrow for Washington DC for my yearly May conference. This is the big 4 day affair that I'm in charge of. I sort of a little bit hate it. Mostly because I hate flying and because I spend the entire time nervous and running around on bloody feet. This year, being 6 months pregnant (I hit 24 weeks on the first official day of the conference) should make things that much more hate-able. Who knows though, maybe I'll have fun and everything will go smoothly. Truthfully, the conferences always go well, it's just my nerves that suffer. I just finished packing all my uber professional maternity clothes that I had to purchase just for this trip (waste of money much!?) and have laid out my gaucho pants and long cardigan that covers my ever-widening ass to wear on the plane tomorrow. Not much more to be done really. Please send positive thoughts my way that everything goes well.
I'll be back next week with hilarious photos of Jeff and I dressing Maurice in a onesie last night.