Let me tell you, Mondays have a whole new glorious meaning when you're not in school and not working.
I mean, they still suck, because it's the beginning of a five-day stretch of monotony and being home all day by myself. But gone are the days that I would lay in bed on Monday mornings praying, "Oh dear Lord please, please let me go back in time 24 hours because I did not properly appreciate my Sunday and I'm so not ready for this, Amen."
But please don't take this as me bragging that I get to laze around all day while the rest of you attend classes / go to work / are productive members of society. I would give anything to be able to get up and get dressed and go make money each morning.
And this weekend was especially painful because I kept being reminded that all of my college friends are moving back onto campus and celebrating the beginning of the school year. (The oh-so-subtle ways I was alerted of their celebrations? Texts at 11 pm, midnight, 2 am and 4 am from various Grinnellians, each one a little less legible.)
Anyway, I'm comforted by the fact that I only have 2.5 more weeks of bedrest, and after that it's only 1 week until my baby shower, and after that, well, he could be born at any time. Woo!
I'm still picniking like a fool. Here's Aaron with a handlebar mustache.