Maybe it is the weather. Or that Oscar did a weepy walk the entire three blocks to the bus stop. Or the painful cramps (aren't they supposed to not be so bad once you make a baby inside of the very same uterus?). Or the sad longing look Aussie gave me as we walked out the door and told her ' Sorry, I know it is a rain day - but I just have to go it alone with Osky..'.
But the nagging feeling that maybe we should stay in the neighborhood was solidified when I saw that the bus number was 666.
Photos from the trip should be ready this afternoon.