In the end, bro-in-law’s girlfriend decided she didn’t want to come to DC all by her lonesome. We had started the mad dash of cleaning on Friday night (and I was slightly annoyed we hadn’t heard the girlfriend’s travel plans as of then) when bro-in-law emailed my husband to let him know the trip wasn’t happening. We both breathed sighs of relief.
So our FW will proceed unimpeded. It started yesterday. Out of nowhere, as we were getting ready to leave the house, I said this to my husband:
“I think you just got me pregnant.”
I have no idea where that came from, especially with more romping to be done. But hell, I’ll take some optimism. It’d be a nice late birthday present (and a calming thought [versus alcohol] while we deal with another visit from my ILs at end of the two-week wait).
So, onward. A weekend to enjoy after all, too!