We did have one major awkward moment in the trip: Kyle and I were taking an elevator down to the road that stretches along the river, with all the shops, restaurants, bars, etc. It was about 10:30 on Saturday night, and this was a public elevator anyone in Savannah could use. As the door was closing a guy and girl caught it just in time to ride down with us. Kyle and I were both thinking the same thing, "that women is definitely a crack head..". She turned to me and said, "Aww...how far along are you?" I replied, "7 months". She smiled, showing her lack of teeth, and said "Can I touch it?" referring to my growing belly. I said, "No, I'm kind of weird about that"...obviously lying, because I really don't mind it, but the last person I want touching my baby or me is some strange itching women in an elevator who looks like they were just on Intervention last week. She said she understood, felt the same with her first, and by then the elevator door opened. A-w-k-w-a-r-d!
Overall, the trip was perfect. I couldn't be more thankful for the guy I have by my side to enjoy it with.