So I caught a train bright and early this morning bound for New York City.  For a variety of reasons, I didn’t take the regular “Regional” train and thus was able to experience my first Acela Express ride.  I have to say that I would have been pretty disappointed if it had been my own money I was spending.  It saves only 20-25 minutes between BWI and NYC, has seats that are no bigger than the regular regional trains, and costs $50-75 more.  Crazy.

While I was sitting on a bench waiting for the train to arrive at the station, I’m 95% sure I felt Baboo kick a couple of times.  Or at least some sort of movement.  Definitely different than the general stomach gas-like feelings that have been going on.  So that’s pretty exciting!

I was very close to wearing an obvious maternity shirt today so doting strangers might help me with my luggage.  In the end, I just couldn’t do it (the shirt was just TOO big) so I had to resort to asking the men around me if they could hoist my large suitcase into and out of the overhead baggage compartments.  That worked just fine.  And being preggers gives me carte blanche to take a cab to the office from Penn Station rather than the subway I would usually do since I can’t carry my bags up and down the stairs. 

Anyway, no real news on this end.  It’s nice to be in Lower Manhattan with the narrow streets, even if my hotel room doesn’t have an iron and I have a suitcase full of wrinkled clothes.  Just returned from dinner at an English pub-like place where I enjoyed a delightful chicken pot pie.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t enjoy all the martinis and wine being swilled around me, but I did have a lovely ginger ale with a splash of cranberry!