That in-between time.

It's Mr.P's final week in California. Thank goodness! We have missed him. It has been hard on the kids and I know they will be happy when he's home and life falls back into a normal routine. I've really missed having family dinners (as chaotic as they are in our house since P5 will not sit still through a meal). The kids and I have just thrown together simple meals these past few weeks (often PB&J when I am not feeling well) and eaten at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.

This past weekend I joined Mr.P for a weekend getaway. Leading up to it I was kind of in denial, like it wasn't going to happen. I packed at 3 PM Friday, less than an hour before the babysitter arrived. It wasn't until I was on the airplane out of Seattle that it really hit me we were having a weekend away. Friday night was fun, I got to see the headquarters for Mr.P's company, we walked around and enjoyed the fresh, warm evening air. Saturday morning Mr.P woke up early feeling really sick. He was shaking and nauseous, with a fever and a racing heart. We called his on-call doctor from home for his autoimmune disorder and they advised us to go to the hospital ASAP. We spent a good chunk of Saturday at Stanford Medical Center, but thankfully they were able to give him some extra steroids and fluids which seemed to help him feel better. In the afternoon when he was discharged we went back to his temp apartment and took a long nap, then we were able to head out to Monterey in the late afternoon. We had a relaxing overnight stay at a nice hotel, a lazy Sunday morning, and then a fun drive along the coast in the afternoon. Then he dropped me off at the airport, and I returned to reality. It was nice having some time just the two of us (despite the medical issue) but we also really missed the kids. They are such a huge part of our day to day reality.

I still kind of feel like we're "in-between" right now. I think that once we out our pregnancy news in a few weeks, it won't feel that way as much. It's kind of lonely being pregnant in the first trimester and feeling crummy. I can't joke or vent about it on FB, and I'm at a stage where I'm so bloated my clothes don't fit very well but I don't look pregnant just pudgy and tired. I hate feeling ill and knowing I need to eat but then having a hard time deciding what actually sounds edible to eat. Food aversions are one of the cruelest parts of pregnancy.

This Wednesday is my first OB appt which I am really excited about. Ready to see my baby blob and find out my actual due date!