I am a happy woman again. Adam is home as of this evening. We had a nice meal--I made vegetable biryani from scratch--and we watched a movie we've been anxiously waiting to view (animated "Wonder Woman").
In true Adam-Lauren form, we are back to our old routine of Ads cracking farts and me complaining. Then he giggles and says a raspy little "sorry" before accusing me of feeding him too much dairy (he's rather lactose intolerant). I am flatulence intolerant.
Life is indeed back to normal. Oh yeah, he also felt baby kicking the hell outta my abdomen this evening, so he has some appreciation for what I've been dealing with the last several months. However, while I am in constant pain and discomfort (through the wonder of it all), he just keeps saying, "It's like there's an alien in your belly!" He's watched too many Sigourney Weaver movies, I think.
Good night.
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Yyyyyaaayyyyyyyyy! I'm so happy to read this! I've been thinking about you all weekend--couldn't remember if it was Sat or Sun that he was returning and if it was the former, I certainly didn't want to call an interrupt the reunion weekend.
Congratulations on making it--sans labor and delivery!
...All systems can be "go" now, eh?!
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