My best friend from college arrived last night for a visit. I haven't seen her in probably close to two years (or has it been three?). Like so many others, she was rather surprised at how small I look for 31 weeks. At one point in the evening, I got up to get something from our bedroom, and I heard her exclaim "I can't even tell that you're pregnant from the back!". She went on to comment about how I haven't gained any weight in my butt, thighs, etc. And this is someone who knew me in my skinny college days, so I guess I'll take her word on it and take it as a compliment.
I have to work today, but she's going to spend the day painting the nursery for us (And yes, I'll post pictures when it's all done). And poor thing--I didn't give her just an easy task of rolling some paint on the walls. No, I traced the image of four big butterflies from our bedding onto the walls, and have asked her to meticulously paint those for me. But she's a good sport and is totally up for it, and she'll come into town for lunch with me and some of my local friends as well.
It's such a blessing to have her here with me. In my darker times, she was great at cheering me up and helping me laugh, and it's wonderful to be able to visit with her when I'm genuinely happy at this point in life.