This weekend I woke up and was like You Are Pregnant.
I had to add ANOTHER pillow to our bed, which was dire.
I still feel fine, the baby has started to kick, the anatomy scan is next week, and I am still at a place where I cannot REALLY envision that in five months we will have a newborn. But apparently this is what is going to happen so I am getting on board.
We’ve planned our babymoon.
In June, over our anniversary weekend, we are headed down to the JW Marriot Desert Ridge in Phoenix for a LONG weekend sitting by the (salt water) pool with (virgin) Pina Coladas. I really wanted nothing more than a vacation where we did nothing at all, because we haven’t been on one of those since…2008? Since Zika rules out most tropical areas and we are very obviously not at a point where we have the time to get to/from Hawaii, Phoenix was a great choice. I cannot wait.
Otherwise, right now I am just living the dream chasing a toddler who can never seem to decide whether he wants to be running around or carried. There’s really not a lot of time to overthink this one.