I am sitting in a coffee shop in Vancouver, a mere five days after we departed from the nation's capital. That's around forty-five hundred kilometers, or roughly four 12+ hour days of driving. We got in last night and slept on a makeshift bed of clothes and yoga mats. This evening we will be indulging in some true luxury with a brand new air mattress (don't worry, the bed's arriving Sunday).

Phew! So here we are. I think it's going to take a fair bit of time to realize that we actually live in this city. Vancouver's always been a travel destination for me, rather than a place where one actually lives. I think people here must be picking up on the euphoria I'm feeling, because nearly everyone I've talked to today has been extremely open and friendly. Funny that.

Okay, so, baby news! Lis is getting huge and feeling every bit of it. Movement is becoming more and more complicated, and the aches and pains seem to multiply by the hour. To help her out, I keep looking at her and saying, "Holy! You're pregnant!" There's just no denying it at this point, although I've heard you're not supposed to ask about pregnancy until after the baby is born. Then you say, "Holy! You were pregnant!?" Unfortunately, we're way beyond all that. Unless those ultrasounds were fakes...

We've been referring to the baby increasingly as "our son" and by his name. It's amazing how much more bonded we're feeling because of this. He's already a member of our family at this point, and it's hard to imagine anything else. We are going to try to soak in as much of this city as we can before he's born. From what I've heard it takes some minor adjustments to lifestyle when you're actually parenting a child. I'm sure people are just exaggerating, though, right?

Anyway, there's a ton to take in right now, so as I process all of these crazy changes, I'll keep you posted. Take care for now and have a dizzyingly dazzlingly magically delicious weekend!



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