Things are starting to feel more real, re: baby stuff.
Our friends, Dave and Vanessa (who were also pregnant), are now the proud parents of a healthy baby boy, Cason. He was born on Thursday at around noon, and he was absolutely adorable.
He's also the beginning of the end of the Pregnancy Trio. (That is a name I coined only for the purpose of this blog. The three of us Navy wives who happened to get pregnant at the same time did not make up some ridiculous group name for ourselves.) Vanessa isn't pregnant anymore. Ashley is next - sometime in June. The date is somewhat fluid, as her baby is already two weeks ahead of its growth schedule.
Then it's me.
I only have thirteen weeks left. That may sound like a lot - it even does to me, a little - but it's not really. I'm not feeling panicky about it, necessarily, it's just... fast. While you're in the first trimester and early second, it feels like you're going to be pregnant forever. Now that I'm only a week or so away from my third trimester, it doesn't feel like forever anymore. It feels pretty short. And then there'll be a baby.
And then a toddler.
And then a teenager.
...but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Today is the beginning of the 2012 Blogathon for May. I failed last year, due to a combination of technical difficulties (thanks a lot, Blogger) and a couple of lazy days. This year, I will not fail. I've got no reason to. I don't have any major plans for the month, I'm only working a couple of days a week, and...yeah. No reason.
Right now, I'm sitting in the Starbucks across from Mark's base, waiting for him to get done with duty muster and drinking the new frappuccino (which should probably be illegal, it's so sugary and indulgent.) [Note: It's called the Mocha Cookie Crumble, and it has CHOCOLATE WHIPPED CREAM.] I find I prefer blogging and/or writing fiction away from home, rather than being there. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe Elise and I conditioned ourselves to be that way during the Caribou Binge of 2010. Maybe it's because I feel more like I'm "working" if I'm not sitting on the couch in my living room. Who knows? It's not really important, anyway.
I don't really have much else to say, so I guess I'll save it for tomorrow.
When I will be back.
And every other tomorrow for the rest of the month.
Hahahaha...teenagers.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, it's just...teenagers.
I had a run-in with some teenagers the other day. They were awful. I know you're going to raise Ben to be better than they were, though. They were shouting at the dogs and trying to climb the fence to get into the field, even though they could see that Athena was freaking out.
I know it's different for me, what with the total absence of a pregnancy over here, but that's exactly what my brain does when I think about babies. It goes, "Ah, yes. A baby. But wait, then a toddler. And then elementary school, and little friends and after-school activities. And then TEENAGERS."
I know, right? Teenagers is SCARY BUSINESS!
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