More Nice!

We thought we would let you all chew on that last entry for a while. Mmmmm, delicious.

For those of you who are wondering what is happening in my belly, the baby is now 6 cm. I had a doctor's appointment last Monday, and Jeremy and I got to see the little bugger again, but mostly just the head, and then the whole body in a very strange Edvard Munch ultrasound image that did not translate well to a printed version. The doctor was really behind and harried, so I barely got in my question about blutwurst (no) before we had to go. Everything else is going very well, but I swear I want people to STOP ASSUMING that I am throwing up all the time. I'm not. So just drop it.

Anyway, aside from eating up a mess of shellfish and amusing the locals, I spent our 48 hours in Nice Christmas shopping (ooh! and I bought an adorable maternity shirt that says "C'est pour Juin" or "this is for June" over my belly) and taking a pointless train trip. I wanted to see a preserved medieval village that was supposed to be reachable by train. It would be, if you then took a bus to the village that only leaves once an hour. I took a pass and went back to Nice in order to meet Jeremy for another dinner adventure.

On our last morning, we had breakfast at a snotty but delicious cafe (we asked-- badly, I admit-- for more butter, but ended up having to steal it from a table of Japanese tourists as they got up to leave), and took a last stroll along the ocean. I think I was filled to the brim with feel-good pregnancy hormones because I feel like I have never been that relaxed in my life.

But one of the very best parts of the trip was seeing Jeremy "at work", talking to another scientists, answering people's questions, and seeing how his boss really treats him like a colleague. In case you didn't know, his new nickname is Papa Remy Fancy Pants, PhD.


view from the Promenade







In the old town (also, Jeremy likes to take pictures of other people taking pictures...)





This has got to be Venus, right?



View from the train station of the town that turned out not to be a medieval town.



apparently a real office building



Nerds on parade
(I am also a nerd, so I am allowed to say that)



Jeremy and his student, Orhan. They appear to be "pondering" according to Stephanie Lynch's criteria.



Jeremy's boss squeezing out the last drop.