One consolation for finding out I am not pregnant (yet again) this month... is being able to enjoy the ritual of the spring apéro that took place in our courtyard this evening.
I returned home about 8pm after spending a few hours with my new tutoring student (the young daughter of a friend of Georges who needs help with her English studies) to find our neighbors collected together in front of our maison, with nibbles and wine and beer, and of course soda and juice for the kids. Said children, about 5 or 6 of them, were enjoying the fact that there is no school for them on Wednesdays, so they got to run around in their pajamas and jackets, snatching taco chips and crackers in between chasing the gardienne's dog and each other.
The super hot temperatures of yesterday gave way overnight, after a storm, to a breezy and chilly evening tonight, but no matter. Still felt like the first "block party" of the summer, à la française. And I am feeling rather mellow after a few small glasses of wine, and making plans with my one neighbor for a taste-test, soon, of my favorite Australian Shiraz that I recently discovered in a wine shop for dirt-cheap prices (if you're in Paris, I found it in a Nicholas wine shop in the 13th, on Rue Bobillot; in the U.S. you'l have no trouble finding it anywhere).
There are definitely a few advantages to being sans bébé at the moment. I do enjoy a nice glass of wine... though I'd willingly suspend all such activities for 9 months plus (in case the Universe is listening).