17 hours on the road

This weekend my parents left, and Tony and I drove for eight and a half hours to Florida. We stayed Friday night with my Grandma and informed her that she was going to be a great-grandma. She was excited. She said that my brother had claimed he would be the first to create a great-grandchild. HaHa I beat him. Well I guess Tony helped too.
On Saturday we ate lunch with Grandma, then we met Tony's family at the beach. Upon the announcement, there was much smiling and hugging. I think they might like me better than Tony now. Once the soon to be grandparents settled down from the news, we told the soon to be aunt and uncle, but being teenagers they both looked like they couldn't give a shit and went on with their complicated, dramatic teenage lives. I'm so glad I survived high school.
We spend a lovely day at the beach on Sunday and had dinner at Hooters, because Tony's family loves to eat at Hooters. I won't make any more comments about that. Although I do love their wings.
Yesterday I drove the entire eight and a half hours home. Yeah, me, the pregnant one. I would rather do it myself and make him feel guilty about it later. When we got home, I made dinner. Yeah, me, the pregnant one. After dinner there was a great slathering of guilt applied to my husband for not driving or feeding me and then I cried a little. I think the mood swings have already begun.