The beach! We finally got away for a much-needed twenty four hours of relaxation this weekend. The last two weeks have been stressful, as Patrick has started the semester with a bang. In other words, he's had to solidify and write up his dissertation research plan in all of two weeks. This means that I have had no time to work, as he's been working from the wee small hours of the morning until after I go to sleep. But we figured that it's good in the long run ... and plus, we'd planned this little trip to Wilmington to visit his aunt and uncle as a little celebration of a deadline met. Nothing like a carrot hanging in front of you, right?
We were set to leave on Saturday morning. Patrick had been working all day on Friday, trying to get this document written and submitted before we left. Then he called me. The file had been corrupted and he'd lost all of his work. He showed up at the house looking like he'd just found out that he'd lost a loved one! Poor guy. And what did this Superman do? He went to bed at 8 p.m., woke up at 2 a.m., and poured out all of those words again. By 10 a.m., he was done, and we were out the door.
Yay, beach! And yay for my brillant, loving, and hard-working partner in life. I don't know how he does half of the things he does. He just blows my socks off.
And now, it's back to life as usual. Hope you all had a good weekend.
Oh, and did you notice that mini-baby-bump in the last picture? Week 17. I went to see the midwife today, and she predicts a well-behaved girl. I predict a human baby. Being no clairvoyant myself, and not particularly liking being wrong, I stick to sound predictions only. ;)
