"A whole lot of nothing."- Me
Well, a lyric from one of my favorite songs sums what my weekend is going to be- my parents are watching Jennie tomorrow night (because they want to...only grandparents are willing to give up their Saturday nights) and Jake and I have NO plans. It feels so weird already. I'm going to guess a date night is in order for us, probably dinner and who knows what else. Although Jake did say he is going to buy me a new pair of boots this weekend since my dog decided to eat my only other pair of footwear besides tennis shoes. Probably going to be a pair of cowboy boots, which this momma is extremely excited about. But seriously, we may end up putting our pjs on at 8pm, going to bed, and SLEEPING ALL NIGHT. That hasn't happened in 5 months (more like 6 or 7 months for me, since the third trimester of pregnancy does a number on your sleep habits).
Speaking of pregnancy, I mentioned in my last post the disgusting gloriousness child birth really is, but wanted to spare you the details. Today, I received an email from a fellow blogger which featured 5 other bloggers' birthing stories. I feel like it's about time to share what I went through....but I won't do it in this post. Child birth in itself can be a whole separate topic, and starting next week, I'm going to share the story of Jennie's birth. So this is just a fair warning that those of you with weak stomachs or those who do not care to know how you got here should just ignore my posts next week :) I actually already have her whole birth story handwritten- I know it's something I want to share with her later on down the road and if I end up chicken-ing out next week, I'll still have a record of what I want to tell her.
Let me tell you the most fascinating part of this whole "pushing babies" thing out- the fact that us moms go through hours of intense pain or face painful recovery after surgery to have our bundles of joy, and still opt to do it again. For me, I know I'll be going through it all at least 3 more times. Don't tell Jake, but it will probably be more like 9 or 10 :)
I remember watching a rerun of Law and Order while I was waiting for my first baby to finally make his appearance! It is one of those memories that you just never forget, even though my first baby turned 13 in December! Enjoy your weekend!!
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