20 down, 20 more to go
* 2008-11-17 - 10:52 a.m. *
We painted our bathroom this weekend. Didn’t I start this painting project a year and a half ago? Well, I have the kitchen, living room and the master bedroom and bath done. Thursday we find out the flavor of the baby and then we’ll paint the baby’s room. It’s hard to believe that I’m already half way done with this whole pregnant thing. Then I’ll be able to hold my little squealing, squirmy bundle of joy. Mike doesn’t even know how to change a diaper…. I promised him I’d show him how but he doesn’t want to learn on a real child, like our nephew Vince. “Can’t we do this on a doll or something?” “What’s the matter with changing Vince’s diaper?” “Well…there’s real stuff in that diaper. You know, like poop.” *shakes head* I kind of had a panic attack the other day, thinking about the fact that I’ll probably have zero help the first few months after the baby is born. Mike has to keep the office open, and that means that he’ll need his sleep. Which means that I’ll be up with the baby all night….and all day….and all night…and all day. Feedings every three hours, diaper changes….I started balling. Good thing my mother-in-law was there. “It’s ok! Oh, Honey.” She hugged me real close, “I’ll be here whenever you need me. You’ll never be without help.” That woman is a saint. My parents plan on coming but I don’t know if they’re just paying me lip service. It’s a long way for two 70 year olds to travel and my mother refuses to fly. Quite frankly, I’m not counting on them to be here. Oh well. *** So Mike and I were hanging in a near by tavern (I was designated driver), and this adorable young lady came up to me and gave me a giant hug. I looked directly in her eyes and I couldn’t place her. “X!!! I want to see your cute little belly. I’m so happy to see you!” “AWW!!! You’re so sweet.” “How are you doing?” I still couldn’t place her. She then went to the other side of the bar and gave Mike a hug. “Ok, I’ll just ask Mike who she is.” I did and he was as bewildered as I was. She even knew our last names. “Are you sure she isn’t an ex girlfriend or something.” He paused for a moment, “I don’t think so.” Geesh! Now I’m going on my Myspace and Facebook to see if maybe she’s one of my friends or a friend of the band’s.