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T and I went to a belated Valentine's dinner tonight, and it was phenomenal. My belly is so full of food and fetus right now, it is ready to pop. Gross image, I realize.

We started with a little half bottle of Prosecco or Italian sparkling wine. I was a bit self-conscious drinking any alcohol in front of other people, but this seemed to be a more sophisticated crowd who realized a glass won't hurt anything. We had a cheese plate with goat cheese, figs, candied walnuts, toasts, and honey. T had fish with shrimp and potatoes, and I had a margherita thin crust mini-pizza. Then we had this apple, walnut, cinnamon tart and cappuccinos. I could have burst, but it was quite tasty.

Q got a bit sicker today. His temperature was up to 101.9, so we decided to stay home with him. I went to work late, and T came home early so we could make the hand-off. Poor Q was coughing and so clingy. He did not want to be put down. It was kind of exhausting really. I finally just put him down for a nap, locked up the dog, and grabbed a quick nap myself before I went back into work.

This evening, Q seemed much more like himself, though he doesn't have much of an appetite. His fever was down, and he was walking around chattering and tossing his ball.

My parents arrive tomorrow. It is always a good time, because they are into enjoying themselves whether it be at a good restaurant or a winery. Being pregnant and having a toddler complicate things of course, but we should figure something out.

--MM