{{{Calli}}}
I was an hour late (putting on shoes and braces by myself has become quite a task), but I made it. And I ended up having a good time once I got over the onerousness of getting there. I even stopped at the Farmer's market on the way home. My cousins' kids are adorable and getting so big!
My mother, however is failing at her task of telling people that I will not take gifts until the baby is born. So, then I have to be the one to say "thank you, and I'd be happy to open this after ltc is born". Honestly, even looking at the pretty packages just makes me nervous, as does talk like "next time I see you you'll have had the baby!". I just want to keep adding "hopefully".