Well, I survived to tell the tale of photographing Merlefest ... 8 months pregnant. It was loads of fun, but I think it will take a few days to recover. My wonderful husband spent the weekend painting and doing some home repair/baby preparation stuff I can't be present for. Then he'd fixed me dinner when I got home from the 'boro last night- think I'll keep him.
I'm slowly but surely working on a Flickr album from the festival, but since I have a Real Job (c), it may take a while to get it finished. But you can check the progress here, if you are so inclined.
The plan is to take some time off from shooting festivals and concerts until somewhat post-Pookie-arrival, but with Tool, Rush, and Floydfest coming up, I don't know how I can stick to that. They're so much fun...
PUotD: Last night I think she was trying to get out, Alien-style. DJ and I watched her poke out reaaaaaaally far on one side of my stomach and then reaaaaaally far the other way. I tried to tell her she was doing it wrong, but you know kids these days. Think they know everything.