Hola from Nola

Being in New Orleans again for work, I can't help but think about the last time I was here, and how much has changed in a short two months. Last time, I had just found out I was pregnant, and I was still mourning the loss of my freedom and ability to stay out late with drinks on Bourbon Street. This time, I am beeming with prego pride, showing off the baby's cute ultrasound picture to my co-workers, and happy to get back to the hotel early for bed. Craziness I tell ya.

P.S. I came. I saw. I conquered the muffaletta: