The last time.

[rivka]

curiousangel is picking me up in about an hour so that I can drive him to the airport. He's going to Chicago for the weekend. I've been thinking, "Hm, good for him to have the chance to get away before the baby is born and madness descends." But then, this morning, it occurred to me:

This will probably be my last weekend alone. For years and years.

Michael and I will probably go away together for kid-free weekends. I will probably stay home with the kid(s) while he goes on visits or business trips. He will probably stay home with the kid(s) while I go off to visit a friend or partner, or to a professional conference. We'll go on whole-family trips together. But I bet this is my last weekend to have the house to myself, nothing in particular planned, and - for the most part - no obligations to consider anyone else's schedule.

What a strange feeling.