Wednesday I choreographed carefully. I had a doctor's appointment at 3:00, a haircut at 4:30, and Haitch was at a conference in Colorado Springs. After Janelle released me from her expert hands, I rushed home to feed Blake and then leave him, squeaking sadly, behind. He wanted to see his Auntie Haitch too.
I ate with John Leonard at the bar while Haitch finished up with her colleagues, and then we crashed on her hotel bed to discuss stick insects, maternity clothing, and child-bearing hips. She has a belly because she is going to provide me with another sprout come August, and she has the prettiest five-month curve I have ever seen.
As far as Haitch visits go, it wasn't very long, but also it happened at all instead of not, so that was good. It had rained on the way down and I had to leave at 9 to get up in time for last-minute fussing, and it rained and also snowed on the way back. But I got to see my pregnant Haitch.