Withdrawl

Note to self. Do not engage in exciting weekend of massive socialization all while juiced up on preggo hormones.

It causes a massive case of pathetic weepiness.

It didn't help that there were beautiful cute children (and babies) running around and sucking on boobs left and right.

I think my own not-yet-nursing breasts started letting down.

UGH.

And top it off with an invigorating and challenging panel discussion with the likes of Ariana Huffington.

PHEW. I think I might have scared the crap out of the nice lady next to me on the plane as I wiped my non-stop teary eyes for a good 30 minutes.

It's a combination of anticipation and satisfaction - finally meeting my favorite blogpals, and realizing they are even better than I imagined. (Okay, there are many more of you but entering those links are killing me)...

And for someone who doesn't get out much and who doesn't have a lot of female friends (particularly moms) who live anywhere near me, it was amazingly rejuvenating and encouraging.

So now, I'm missing them - I'm not even sure if reading their blogs will be enough now. But at the same time, I'm happy to be home with my little one, even though she wanted Daddy to read her stories and put her to bed.

And now I must go change a poop.

See, some things never change, right?

 

Mom-101, Me, and Izzy sporting This Next swag (yes, those are pasties).

Comments

[roo]

First the tattoo on your elbow, then a pasty in the middle of your shirt-- Mom101, I think you were having some placement issues that weekend. Maybe one too many Yahootinis?

Kristen, thanks for the linky love!

[Nancy]

Man. I was weepy enough as it was. Can't imagine having pregnancy hormones on top of it all -- I would have been a complete disaster.

[Mom101]

Pasties and yet...mine is oddly right in the middle of my cleavage. Dur.

Missing you right back. For real, yo.

[Janet]

Glad you had fun...

[GIRLS GONE CHILD]

Hot Mommas!