EDIT: I had a dream last night that I completely forgot to mention my own sister in the “pregnant club” and I felt like such a loser. Sorry, Bethany! Oh wait, you’re not really pregnant…or are you????
Congratulations to my old buddy Krista and her hubby Kerry! They are pregnant with number 3. Come May, she’ll have 3 kids under 2 (or something like that). My new buddies Kristen and Jessica are also having babies, and I have a feeling there will be some more announcements around Thanksgiving-ish. No, not me! Although I can’t help but be a bit concerned that I haven’t had a you-know-what since before I got pregnant with Nina. Krista got pregnant on bc and says God must really want them to have a baby. Well, we’re talking nursing + protection + male sterilization. God, you wouldn’t. (would you??) Let’s not talk about this any longer.
Okay, so I have Gabe’s permission to share what he said last night I couldn’t share… 🙂 Things were a bit hectic yesterday as Gabe’s new iMac wasn’t working properly with our internet connection. (mine was fine) So, we hurry through supper, he’s making phone calls, he packs up his computer in its box, and rushes out the door to the Apple store. When he got back (over an hour later), he’s standing at his desk putting his computer back. I’m sitting at my desk (next to his). He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and lays it on the desk. Then he pulls his cell phone out of his right pocket and lays it on his desk. So far, no funny. Then–are you ready?–he pulls THE REGULAR PHONE out of his left pocket. He just stares at it in his hand. I bust up laughing. Like ROTFLOL. “How did that get there?” he asks. He unthinkingly put it in his pocket after his phone call, drove all the way to the store w/o noticing it in his pocket, had it in there for nearly an hour, drove all the way back. With an EIGHT-INCH PHONE in his POCKET!! I still can’t stop laughing whenever I think about it.
And about the delicate matter I couldn’t share without being too graphic… Let’s just say that Gabe and I both have what appears to be poison ivy. In many different places. No, not THERE. But I can’t nurse my baby without contaminating her. 🙁 I’m 90% sure that I’m just going to wean her a little earlier than I did the other two. Sniff, sniff. I think God gave me poison ivy just so I’d have to quit cold turkey and not be emotional about it being my last baby… I am choosing to enjoy each day, not camp in the past or long for days gone by. Each stage of life is amazing in its own right, and I’m ready to move on… (sniff) Please pray that it heals quickly though–the itching is almost unbearable at times. Add that to my dry, itchy face (Jess!) and the whole weaning process and whew! I’m a mess.
Oh–Cubbies was awesome tonight! I love 4-year-olds–who knew? One little boy kept calling me “Mommy.” It was too cute. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of stories in the coming months.
Good night all! Podcast #4 on-line tomorrow night!