Miscellaneous this and that 'n junk

I forgot to give a special shout out and thanks to Kusi and Eric, who prepared the most delicious Thanksgiving feast (minus the roast beast) for us last weekend. I do realise it was a sacrifice for Eric, especially, to go turkey-less this year, but, really, how can you complain when the menu is this nice.

One week to go until our big 10th anniversary night away...to a fancy hotel 10 minutes up the road! What can I say, Dublin's a great city, why waste time travelling when we can make the most of our 24 HOURS OF FREEDOM, and I'm on call for Doula Duty as Dee reached her full-term 37 weeks today. But for crying out out, Dee, please don't have that baby next Saturday night. Please. I'm so looking forward to my and Daithi's day together: lunch at the best vegetarian restaurant in town (and better yet, for FREE, as we know the owner's husband), a movie in the afternoon, set up camp at the hotel, dinner out at a surprise venue (organised by Daithi) and then...hour upon hour of uninterrupted sleep. Now that's romance.

I am feeling well, still tired, but what's new. Work is stressful, but as the pregnancy become more real I can see myself letting go of that work stuff and concentrating on the really important things. The baby moves regularly, but that doesn't stop me from freaking out when I think I haven't felt it for a while. I attribute this paranoia to the two pregnancy losses I've suffered previously; the memory of that resides deep in me and I've yet to figure out how to release it, or if I'll ever be able to. One thing's for sure, having two healthy children has not erased it, like some think it should. Maybe more on this subject later, if I can manage it.

But more importantly, here's what 17+ weeks looks like the third time around, when any bit of muscle tone is a long faded memory...