….a month later, because that’s how things work around here these days. 
But! We went to New York like every year, had a killer time, slept way too little, came back vaguely miserable due to exhaustion, and can’t wait to do it again next year. This New York trip will always be the most nostalgic for me because coming home from NYC two years ago was when I found out I was pregnant with Beck. I’ll always remember feeling like garbage the whole weekend but kind of not caring because I love the city so much. We got home after 3 hours of sleep that Sunday, peed on a stick, and cried because Jay hated his job and mine was just meh and also three hours of sleep. Clearly we have slept since then and got better jobs and wouldn’t trade Beck’s timing for anything, but that memory now comes flooding back every time I’m in the city in April. …
