Heeeeeeere's Spencer!

Hi, friends! Sorry I'm so slow about posting. Back-to-school is wild around here. One of my adult piano students is an ob-gyn, so she snuck me in for a 3D ultrasound. It was such a cool experience. Here he is, gang!

And here's me at 26 weeks.

Belly or no belly?

So do I look pregnant or not? I still can't decide.

Our little angel

Well, stinky angel.

Ode to Sprite

How do I love Sprite? Let me count the ways:

One: So cold and sparkly sweet,

Two: A luscious morning treat

Three: I keep you on the bedside table

Fumbling for you when I'm able

You bring my nausea to an end

At midnight or at 8 a.m.

Four: When lunging for the door,

you keep me off the bathroom floor,

I gulp you and then gulp some more

and settle down again.

I could write this on and on,

but I've finished up my song,

I'll be needing you before long,

Sprite, a girl's best friend!

Peanut picture!

Here's our little peanut at 10 weeks. I'm 15 weeks now, so hopefully I'll have a new one soon.

Furniture project

My artiste friend Jeanetta came over and helped me paint my furniture. It turned out great!



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Oh, and by the way:

Winding things down

Well, we woke up to our last day in the Peak district. The dogs were out sniffing around, and the owners let us take them for a morning walk. We had the best time walking around the fields and blackberry hedges with these sweet dogs.

We went down into the nearest town, Matlock. Yes, Matlock. And no, there weren't any white-haired Southern lawyers there. We found the carriage house that loaned its carriages for use in Pride and Prejudice, as well as lots of other films.

Later we took a cable car up to the top of the surrounding cliffs. There was a park there called the Heights of Abraham. There were lots of gorgeous views, and a cave tour that we didn't take.

We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We wound up our day at a wonderful tea shop where I got to finally find out what treacle tart tastes like. It's thick and molassesy. Harry Potter can have it. The tea was fantastic, of course, as well as the other biscuits we sampled. We survived our trip back down the A-1 to The Acorns, some minor detours here and there, but we made it. The next day I lugged my stuff back down to London and made it on the plane. God bless Virgin Airlines, they served a good meal, and poured Bailey's Irish Creme afterwards. That was the best drink I've ever had. I really needed it right then. I arrived back home safely, full of the trip of a lifetime. I'm getting back someday, just you wait.