Surviving

I am on my third night in Chicago and I am surviving and even having a little bit of fun.  Sunday's departure was a little rough and tears were shed multiple times, but my Auntie Anne's pretzel in the airport seemed to help a little bit.  Then my company sent a limo to pick me up from the airport which made me feel even a little bit better.  Hey every lady likes to be treated like a princess sometimes.  Everyone has been great so far and I really can't complain, except for the fact that after 2.5 days I miss my little guy like crazy.  Looking forward to getting home in 2 days and kissing those fat cheeks!