Today I was actually fantasizing about being in a wheelchair, or having a little electric scooter, or at least one of those cool walkers that Pam and Poppa use…so then I could SIT DOWN more often. Surgeons are crazy. My aching feet are making a career in plastic surgery look very unattractive right now.

Had my first big cry last night…haven’t had one in a while. I wasn’t even sure why I was crying, which makes me think: HORMONES. Rahul is hanging in there so far, but I feel like I have had PMS for a week and a half now. Mostly okay, but just sometimes really moooody. Hopefully it will settle in the next few weeks.

I think there must be some pretty heavy duty preparations going on down there. Feels like it. I imagine there’s a disco ball and a big “welcome” banner going up, and lots of hammering and painting and getting ready going on.

And just so you know, some of our friends here have already chosen a name for the baby: Pegasus. Hope you like it.