We've decided to start blogging. I know, it was cool like 5 years ago, and now we're jumping on the bandwagon wayyyy too late - like the people who bought pagers in 1999....or a FRANKIE SAYS RELAX T-shirt in 1990...(I could do these analogies all day by the way)
But, since there's exciting stuff happening to us all the time, and most of our beloved family and friends are a few states away, we decided that instead of ceasing all communication and looking like the jerks that we've been looking like since January, we'd reach out. Call this a "Blog Summit." (in like 3 weeks nobody will get that reference..actually, maybe it's already too late to reference the Beer Summit. Oh well.)
David is at work right now. I am parked on the couch, watching Food Network, enjoying the cozy comfort of my new Maternity Tank Top from Target, drinking Ice Water, and basking in the cool breeze as it blows in through our curtains (thank you Aunty Jo)...it's a pretty easy life for me on Saturdays...don't tell David. I usually tell him I'm cleaning all day (even though I do that from like 11am-11:23am).
David has been doing very well - he LOVES LOOVES LOOOOOOOVES his job...I mean, seriously...he doesn't look forward to days off. At all. He usually finds some excuse to stop into work at some point - he loves it that much - which is great. I can't talk about my job on here, since I work with the Missouri Foster Care System, and it's a privacy issue - plus, I don't really like to talk about my job ad nauseum because it makes me a tad irritable. Actually, everything makes me a tad irritable - I'm an irritable, moody, overheated person lately...you can chalk that up to the pregnancy (that's my excuse at least..or else I'm going through some kind of hilarious weight-gaining, menopausal phase along with pregnancy...because I'm still waiting for the "glow" to arrive.) David told me he thought I looked like I was glowing yesterday, but I'm pretty sure it was just the sweat dripping off my head into my face as I trucked it through the parking lot of Target.
Regardless, we find out on Monday (hopefully) if our baby is a boy or a girl! I have to be honest - I'm reeeeeeeally hoping for a girl. I know, that is really bad. Because now I'm setting myself up for tears and disappointment when they see a little "thingy" on the ultrasound...I don't really know how I'm going to handle it - I'm just hoping it's a girl. Because if it's a boy, I'm going to have to do some serious attitude adjustment.
No offense to David or my brother, whom I love dearly, but I just know that a male child raised by David and I are going to be a combination of him and my brother. Ugh. I do not want to be responsible for releasing another male into the world that wears pungent cologne and can't cook toast and drives too fast and talks too loud on his cell phone and chews his gum like a cow and cuts his face when he shaves (but won't put a piece of tissue on it - UGHHHH) and smells gross when they're a teenager, and doesn't eat vegetables, and REFUSES to iron, and believes there is some sort of cleaning fairy who will walk behind them and pick up whatever they don't feel like throwing away, and and on and on and on....yuuuuuuck. See what I mean? I really hope it's a girl. (now I'm not saying that I was some sort of wonder-child..but I think I can handle a little version of my mother and I...somewhat.)
Next post David or I will write more about Kansas City... xoxo
