Back on track... I spent the weekend in San Francisco with two old roommates. My friend Mary and I flew out to visit Cami. The three of us used to live together here in Lincoln. It was a great, yet exhausting trip for me. I am discovering that this pregnant body has a bit of difficulty finding comfortable positions, especially on airplanes. But it was all worth it to spend time with Cami and Mary. We made several trips to the Castro and Haight districts, went to Circo Zero, and caught a glimpse of the streets of Castro Saturday night before GayPride Sunday. To me, it looked like what we like to call a street dance in these parts, without the band and adding a few thousand more people clad in leather and chains. By that hour on Saturday night, we were all tired enough to be ok with the fact that we couldn't find a parking place. I returned Sunday afternoon to my dear Mike who had prepared a perfect dinner. So after a shower, food and short nap, we reacquainted (if ya know what I mean) and I slept deeply.

So now I'm sitting at work. Yes, you heard me right. I'm working again. I started yesterday here at Camelot Care Center and can tell already that I'm going to really like it. I was going to wait a couple weeks to inform my boss, Karah, that I was "with child", but I was feeling so comfortable talking with her yesterday that I went ahead and spilled it. I feel so much better now. I guess I just don't feel like hiding it from anyone. I don't feel like trying to squeeze my ever-expanding belly into normal-looking outfits. I give myself 1 month, tops, before I will need to don full-fledged maternity gear.