FUN!

I’m happy to report that Nancy and Constance are starting to move on. I’ve learned that, early on, the slightest bit of change in my routine is an absolute energy and mood crippler. Now that I know that, Nancy can shove it because I’ve found out a major reason for her staying and I can help her to the door.

Last week, Gumby, Pokey and I got into our other office and flew to MN and then proceeded to drive to WI. Gumby gets a little air sick but I did get a chance to get a snapshot of Pokey taking a daydream break out the window.

We had a nice alone time night in the hotel with pizza and a whole lot of falling asleep by 8pm the first night and then got to drive a pretty sweet new Explorer a few hours to go see a good pal and her newest addition to the family. Not only is always awesome to catch up with a bestie, but to have her restore my faith in babies was a nice added bonus. It definitely drove home the reality that babies will be babies, but the type of babies will all depend on how the parents react to every little thing – or don’t react. If we decide, after the normal freak out new parent holyshitwehavetokeepthisthingaliveallonourownnow period, that we are relaxed then the darn kid will be relaxed. He or she will be okay with the fact that they can sleep in a swing thing while Mom or Dad decide they need to make dinner, throw a load of laundry in, or give the pups some special snuggle time of their own.

I also realized how nice it was to talk to someone about some of the normal things that preggo people go through. I can only imagine how sick of talking about the baby and pregnancy new moms are. And it seems as though every single one of the ladies I know who are experienced in this area have either very very recently had their babies or are ready to pop at any minute. I can imagine if I were them that I would be sick of talking about it too. I have been so afraid to read anything because it will/could freak me out that I’ve realized I have been relying on winging it in the dark to an extent. I have a 12 week check up on July 1 and after that things should feel completely real and like it is not going anywhere for good. I’m looking forward to that little bit of security, even though I know that something could still go wrong, and being able to focus on more fun things. Fun things like dealing with my body getting huge, getting an idea for the baby’s room, registering for fun baby stuff, and actually being able to tell the world that we are excited to be adding to the family. FUN!

P.S. I miss margaritas.