"I'm afraid to go to the toilet in case I miss it!" was the sole content of an email ET sent to me today.
Now that I have finally stopped shaking with laughter to the very cusp of cardiac arrest, I should clarify she was not referring to any new adventurous urination methods, but rather the much anticipated and agonised over delivery of her passport by registered post.
A passport that's needed, because Saturday, we head home again, for a week.
Due to the nature of the visit, we will be well and truly face to face with a pandemonium of small babies, a colony of expectant parents, and a squirm of well intended but not quite hitting the mark comments.
Those are the appropriate collective nouns. In my head at least.
Two months ago I would have been dreading it and packing the codeine, now, I'm not.
What's the difference between previous drug dulled visits and now? Everything is out in the open. There is no reason to hide away, no reason to make excuses to leave a room, no reason to not meet old friends.
The price to pay of being somewhat exposed is more than offset by the freedom that being open affords you in return.
If I try to picture the times when it has affected us, I keep finding they have been fuelled by the fact that we have a 'secret'. Something we're hiding, keeping to ourselves, something we're too afraid or ashamed to say.
In the end, we are talking about family and friends here, people who only want you to be happy.
It's not fair to deny them of their family, and their friends by hiding away or making them feel they can't outwardly enjoy their own good fortune. We all would, after all, trade places with them in a heartbeat.
When everyone knows the score, there's no more secret, and that dilutes the sting.
I'm not naive enough to think there won't still be moments where that mass in the pit of our stomachs will gain weight, announce it's presence, and make us wish ourselves hidden away again behind our own four walls, but for the most part, it will be okay.
(Next week might also bring a very interesting little adventure while I'm back home, so stay tuned, there may be more to follow. . .)