No, I did not finally lose my mind, sink into an ice cream depression and die at the bottom of a gallon of Rocky Road.
Instead, I am away doing what nearly every 8-month pregnant woman does...spending 4 days in New Orleans partying like a rockstar ( if partying like a rockstar includes eating my weight in delicious food, spending all day at JazzFest and going to bed at 9).
Try not to miss my (nearly) daily inspirations and encouragement while I'm away.
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