Last plane trip before D-Day

As the end (or beginning) is nearly, I boarded a plane for my last trip before Baby D comes.... and a long flight and a week trip to Belgium.  Luckily when I booked our tickets I was able to score exit row seats so I could easily get up as often as I needed. And the flight wasn't too bad, but the baby decided it was a great chance to party for 8 hours straight.  It kicked and turned and flipped and rolled.  He or she was having a great time but made for a miserable flight for me.  On the positive side, the baby was moving so I was couldn't complain too much.

At HQ, I had some great meetings, but some longer nights than I am used to.  I missed my bed, my hubby, my normal food (not that the food there isn't good, because it's really good).  By Thursday, I was ready to come home, but had to wait until Saturday.  We went bowling on Thursday, and I was pretty proud of myself by beating all the guys in my office except one.  Let's just say I think I crushed their egos losing to an almost 8 month pregnant girl.

I got to enjoy a couple waffles while I was there too!  :-)  My favorite.  Flight home was just as smooth but the baby had another party.  I am now continental US bound for a while.