Stuck.

This weekend, Luke and I were supposed to trek down to Chicago for a couple nights away.  The pesky snow storm got in our way, and we decided to cancel the trip.  I don't think I really realized how badly I wanted to get away for a weekend until the moments after we determined that it wasn't worth our safety or time to drive down for one day of fun, only to have to turn back around less than 48 hours later.

I'm feeling a bit trapped.  Stuck, maybe?  I haven't spent a night away from the dogs and the house (I don't include cabin trips) since last March, and I'm getting that tightening/anxious feeling in my chest when I think about how much more trapped I am going to feel once the baby gets here.  I will hopefully be his sole food source for at least the first 6 months, and while I plan to pump once I start up at work again, it makes it just that much harder to get away.  Luke's going to be gone a lot for work starting at the end of this month, so I get left at home taking care of everyone/thing on my own for a lot of May, June, and beginning of July, and that's starting to wear on me as well.

Luke is also going on a week-long camping trip the last week in June, and I am jealous.  I'm jealous that I don't have something like that to look forward to.  By the time I actually have extended time to spend on myself (that doesn't include using sick days), I'll be 3 weeks away from my due date, and not willing to venture too far away from my hospital.  With all of my sister's wedding events, friends wedding showers, and my baby showers, my schedule is pretty jam packed.

I'm not really sure what the point of this post really is, except to vent a little bit.  Hopefully I get out of this funk soon, and figure out some sort of day/weekend trip to do before August (perhaps Memorial day weekend?)!