This is it - I leave for JFK tomorrow morning. I'll stay the night in Astoria with my lovely friend Lolers, then will take the limo of busses (Peter Pan!) up to Northampton, Mass on Thursday to slightly party down with my friends at their double-bachelor party. After the wedding on Saturday, I'll pack back up and leave Sunday morning, attend Matt's house/studio-warming party in Brooklyn (with Ben), and will leave for Paris on Sunday night. Europe will just be a whirlwind, so I'm just not even going to go into that. I'll be back in 2 weeks. I hope nothing terribly exciting occurs while I'm gone.
Also? I'm preggers. I found out a week ago, and since then, it's been a rollercoaster ride of feeling slightly ill, feeling quite ill, and feeling not ill at all. So far, there hasn't been any puking, but I'm not ruling it out if I feel I need to do something that drastic. So yeah, in about 8 months or so, I will more than likely give birth to a real live baby. Amazing. And though because of this unexpected bundle of cells clinging onto the side of my uterus, I get to mostly miss out on things like wine tasting in Tuscany, going to Paris in May, and seeing the Grand Prix in 2007, I'm just really rather looking forward to my holiday right. now. It is badly needed.
