So our trip to NJ was wonderful, but I've realized something. New Jersey is quite possibly the best place to visit, but in all honesty, as hard as it is to admit, I'm glad I no longer live here. I am itching to get back to Arizona, even when that means 100+ degree weather, and our 800 square foot condo in our lovely little part of downtown Mexico... I mean Mesa... :) But really... Arizona is home now. And that's kind of weird for me. I came out here on this trip convinced I would convince Aaron that moving to New Jersey would be practical, and wonderful, and we would both be happy... and in fact the exact opposite has happened. So now there are dreams of owning a condo here in NJ just for the summers. And we can live here from Memorial Day to Labor Day. And spend every moment at the beach, and see my family when we want to. But that's a while off for now. And I'm okay (even slightly happy) with that.
As far as the pregnancy goes... I've never felt better. Although I've been eating really healthy (even on vacation!)... until yesterday. I figured one last day of vacation, it's time to indulge. BAD IDEA. I had the worst pains in my stomach all night. I had a buffalo burger and, yes, I ate the bun, AND the french fries! Plus a waffle with butter and syrup. Then pizza. Then spinach and artichoke dip... oh and I forgot to mention my tiny portion of Gooey Butter Cake. Yeah. So now I'm ready to go back to fruits, veggies, and whole grains, and lean meats for the next nine months... and probably the rest of my life.
Alright well Aaron is packing away, probably getting irritated as he hears me typing away, not helping him at all. So I better go see what I can do.
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