Conrad told me this was the best weekend he'd had in at least a year. I took it as a major compliment, since I'm kind of the Mistress of the Schedule and I'm the one who planned everything. It's also kind of sad, though, that we haven't had such a fun weekend in a whole year (or more). Pregnancy is wonderful and amazing and beautiful, and it results in a perfect little Henry (who still isn't sleeping), but it really limits your weekend activities. Friday night was date night, Saturday was a beach day, and Sunday was a beach morning/barbeque at the in-laws' evening. We got lots of sun, ate at our favorite sub shop, got some amazing coconut macaroons (is it just me, or is it really hard to find super-moist ones?), and hung out with family.
I've been working on some personal issues (more on that later), but am feeling really positive and happy. Sometimes, in those moments of frustration, you just have to remember the words of George Harrison: Here comes the sun.