Patrick leaves tomorrow to spend two weeks with my mother-in-law. What a weird situation it is. Part of me is happy that he is going, he can use the break from his siblings, and he can be pretty difficult at times. But, I do love him a bunch and it will be strange not to have him here.
We will pickhim up when we go on vacation. Disney World here we come!
And as much as I am looking forward to going and getting away for a bit, it will surely be bitter-sweet. I will get to have drinks and go on rides, and I think it will make me cry. I should be about 34 weeks when we leave, I should be just about at the 'no travel' milestone when we get back. Instead I am worried about sticking to my diet and trying to lose 2 pounds. What a bunch of crap. I will enjoy our trip, it will be good to not have to worry about drinking at Epcot, not to worry about going on the TOwer of Terror. But, I would rather be making those sacrifices, I would rather be big and fat and wishing that my pregnancy was almost over.