Well good morning friends! I was awfully tired this morning and had to break down for some coffee. Second cup in 9 weeks, not too bad huh? Well now baby is in there doing the Macarena. I’ve read online and many sites say you can’t feel the baby until about 15 weeks but it just so happens I could see Anna poking me around 15 and could feel her poking me around 13 so I don’t wanna hear that it’s just gas in there having it’s own Saturday Night Fever because that baby is going wild. To those of you who are thinking “she shouldn’t be having caffeine” I say to you: Oh my gosh, Th…ank YOU! Are you SURE? I had NO idea. My doctor said it was fine, thank god you are here to save me from-what is it exactly the caffeine will do?
Let me just share with you my most recent hormonal action. Because to be honest even though I reacted a little crazy I think my argument had some merit. Yesterday I was talking about how it makes me mad that everyone thinks the dad of a baby in a belly should get one last hoo-rah before the baby is born but so few say much about a hoo-rah for mom. Everyone says “yeah he needs to have a weekend at the casino or a weekend hunting trip with his buds”. Ummm so Mommy gets to stay back where it’s hard for her to sleep in the FIRST place and impossible while he’s not there while dad gets his last hoo-rah? Isn’t dad getting his last hoo-rah for the nine months he he is experiencing the absence of puking, crying, constipation, tossing and turning, peeing 4 times a night, not having to go through major surgery and lacking a massive scar on his belly from the removal of an 8 lb+ child a pretty big hoo-rah? I’m just saying, if dad get’s one, Mom’s should be twice as expensive and lovely. Mom getting a last hoo-rah is a little hard first of all because of fetal alcohol syndrome and almost everyone associates hoo-rahing with alcohol. Anyways I started crying when I was talking about this. But really, why is that fair? Where the hell is my hoo-rah? Just wondering.
So I read that article that I got all excited about yesterday and I didn’t get to tell you about my weekend. Saturday morning Robbie and I rose early to head to Branson/Eureka Springs for the weekend. The drive down there was gorgeous. I had to stop exactly 3 times to pee and Robbie was thrilled. Once we got down there I was so surprised. Eureka is this tiny little town of houses perched within the cutout rocks and “two lane/two way” roads with barely enough room for one car. What surprised me about it was the way it looked. It almost reminds me of what I would imagine an old European Village to look like. I honestly was waiting to see little gnomes strolling around it’s narrow brick streets I expected to be coming into a downtown-ozark look but that wasn’t the case at all. After driving around for about 30 minutes and Robbie assuming every male walking without a female was a homosexual we found parking. Now, he wouldn’t admit it but I know for a fact that even he had some difficulty getting parallel parked on that hill and who wouldn’t? The town was adorable and pleasant and had all kinds of cute little shops. Some pricey, some not too bad and we were able to buy a few little souvenirs for Anna and had an amazing cheap little pizza lunch down there. Then we headed to our cabin. It’s a new resort down on Table Rock that was a sweet little place because the couple that owns it bought it about two years ago and you can tell they poured their heart and soul into it. Our little cabin wasn’t big but it was cute and cozy with the beds giving a little bit of a lot to desire but it wasn’t a bad place at all. That evening we went to the landing in Branson, walked the boardwalk and even got to witness a proposal on the lake which was actually my second one that I’ve gotten to see. Thankfully so considering I will probably be waiting years before I experience one of my own – just kidding…. kind of ;).
Sunday we woke up a little tired but relaxed and ready to go lay around at home. When we got back home I was ridiculously productive which tells me I had a good weekend overall. Now it’s the work week and we are back but tomorrow is hump day and another Saturday is quickly approaching.
I think Robbie and I found our Halloween costume’s for his parent’s first annual Halloween party. I’m not gonna say what it is but is it inappropriate for Robbie to show up without his shirt because a shirt will ruin his costume? I on the other hand will be completely clothed despite what many pregnancy costumes entail (a bare painted belly), not dissing anyone but I’m just not confident enough to party down with my belly out, pregnant or not. Anyways, I’d like your opinions on this whole topless thing for Robbie. Mind you, he’s a hairy guy which will apply to his costume nicely. I guess that’s all for today. Hope you enjoyed!