You Never Know When You Will Be Stranded

Part of my job that I love is the fact that I get to travel up to Philadelphia every 6 weeks or so for meetings. They usually all occur on the same day — a marathon if you will — and then I am done. Typically, I come up the night before and stay in a hotel.

Today was one of those marathon days.

I got up early this morning and headed to my office in Baltimore to get some work done before our all day meeting. Around 2:30 p.m., I packed up my belongings and headed up 95 North to Philadelphia.

Thankfully, Lauren has been reading her What to Expect When You’re Expecting chapters and has been watching my insatiable appetite that comes and goes, and packed me a bag of snacks for the road. 

Now, when I say some snacks… I mean SNACKS.  I came down this morning to pack everything up, and the entire dining room table was covered with small baggies, containers and bottles of fun. 

It was a ton of food, but it was wonderful!!!! She knew that I would need snacks today during meetings, tomorrow during meetings, on the way up and back from Philly and for class tomorrow night.

The tote bag of food just looks like I am going camping for the weekend and needed to plan incase we got stranded in the woods.

But hey, I am not complaining. I quickly broke into the bag this morning and have enjoyed it’s contents all day long. Feeding a pregnant lady is kind of like feeding a small army — except we cry a lot and complain about our massively expanding breasts.


4 thoughts on “You Never Know When You Will Be Stranded

  1. “… complain about massively expanding breats” Are you crazy. That was one of the things that I loved during pregnancy. I can’t complain about a nice cup size…:-)

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