First of all, please note the use of the singular. That's right, I came solo! It was basically my last chance to be a real person and not have a baby literally attached to me for way too much of every day. I spent the weekend being called by my first name and not "Mommy," and it was great, but I did miss my boys terribly.
Here's what I did while I was there: I had lunch with some friends from the Museum, since it was easy to find all of them in one place at one time. A special shout-out to my friend Dayli at Pizza Guru for helping me out with some super tasty pies. I helped my mom's youth group out with a sky watching party (twist my arm, why don't you, Mom?). I dropped by National Astronomy Day briefly to return a borrowed telescope from aforementioned youth group activity and got to see some astronomy pals for not nearly enough time. I went to the Spanish branch for church on Sunday because I had a built-in ride, and got to help out at the piano, which was good, because no one wants to sing along with a CD.
Most importantly, I went to Kris' wedding, which was fantastic. He looked so happy, and Nicole was one of the most beautiful brides I've ever seen. She also impressed me by greeting me by name and asking about Kevin and Stellan. What a hostess! Also, it was so good to spend time with my family, especially spending time with my siblings. We hadn't been together since Matt left on his mission, and it was a blast.
Finally, if you've ever wondered what it's like to fly cross country at 32 weeks pregnant, stop wondering. Don't do it, unless you have to. Those seats have never seemed so small, the air never smelled so stale or stuffy, the bag of peanuts never seemed so empty. Oh, and squeezing through the aisles? I'll just leave you with that mental image.