Booked Already

Isaiah has had such a busy schedule these days.  Which means that I have been a little busy too, being his manager & all.  We went on our first road trip last weekend to visit a dear friend in Louisiana who is about to give birth.  Marcus got a free weekend for his Father's Day gift.  He loved it. 

It was pleasant drive, in which we only had to stop to feed the little one once both ways. 

He liked his new surroundings for the most part.  He slept a lot, but only during the day.  On this trip, though, when he was awake during the night, he wasn't fussy, just awake.  We took this picture while we were awake one of those nights.

My older sister & her son came up for a visit this past weekend. My nephew is talking a lot now, and it is soooo adorable.  He says "Hi" & "Oh no!" & "Uh oh" over & over again.  And this time, he said "Zaya" when referring to his new cousin. 

She is expecting another little one in December.  We get to have babies really close together in age!  Now we just need to live near each other.

We took a walk around the lake/canal across the street.

Then last night we went to visit Marcus's parents.  It was his first time at their house and a month since he's seen them.  He slept the whole time!

Marcus's cousin said I might be having another baby because I still looked pregnant.  Great. 

And this weekend, we are going to Arkansas for a Marcus family reunion.  My whole pregnancy I tried to convince Marcus that I shouldn't go because I would still be getting used to the whole baby thing.  But I kindof ruined it by taking a road trip two weeks before. 

I think we'll be done with social obligations after that for a little while, or try to be anyway. 

On another slightly related note, I have a week long break from school (one more class left for my MBA!).  So I will be posting Isaiah's birth story complete with pictures this week.  I promise.

I Procrastinated but I Have Pictures

I was going to write a third installment of “How to Survive Without the Internet,” but I don’t feel like it anymore.  I have the internet now.  My anger has left the building.  

Also my lovely boyfriend, the subject of the 3rd installment, and I got in a fight & made up since the story happened.  So it seems like the inspiration for the story has also left.  

Let that be a lesson for Jewel & all of you procrastinaters -- if you feel like telling a story, tell it right then.  If you wait, the story will not wait with you.  

I will mention this one very touching moment.  He sang to me. 

His family brought out the karaoke.  Not just any old karaoke -- old school karaoke.  They were singing Al Green, Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye, Cat Stevens and B.B. King (B.B. King style, with an old black man & a raspy voice).  They were all fantastic.

He sang Barry White’s “You’re My First, My Last, My Everything.”  Then he didn’t stop singing.  Song after song after song.  That lovely boy can’t carry a tune very well.  But his charming & crazy personality carried his performance. 

It was the sweetest thing he’s ever done for me.  

And now pictures to make up for my lack of storytelling & my lack of pictures for the last several posts.

I really wish this picture wasn't blurry cause I love it. 

 

His dad & uncle.  They talk & walk EXACTLY the same.  This was the kind of laughter I saw all night.

Dad-to-be, uncle-to-be, & husband-to-be.  Sometimes people think they're all brothers.

He took me to visit a friend on a farm.  Don't remember ever standing so close to cows.

I like to call this one Bessie.

Just a tree I liked on the way.

Classic Marcus face.  I promise he really is happy because he's about to go hunting.

The End. 

Stay tuned next time for the 15 reasons I'm not liking being pregnant.  Don't worry, I've already written it, so it will actually happen this time.

I Hate-Love Coming Home

My first two days back from vacation...  So very frustrating. 

This is probably why I never ever go on vacations -- because I hate coming back. 

I have such a hard time, not just getting back into the groove of things, but I have a hard time doing anything.  I miss things that happen at work, I'm behind on school, my outgoing work email doesn't work from anywhere but home so I have all these emails in my head to send, then I have dreams that I'm never going to complete all the tasks that are piling up.

But then there is my bed.

Despite those horrid dreams, all I want to do is sleep in my unusually comfortable bed. 

Are beds on vacation uncomfortable just because they aren't yours??  When I was gone, I was asking my sister if she had trouble sleeping, if every position was worse than the one before, & if her back always hurt.  None of that happened when I got back home!  Yay for me now, but according to my sis, it will start soon regardless of whose bed I'm in.

There were some other wonderful things...

I got to hear my baby's heartbeat again.  It's exhilerating how fast it beats.  They always (4 times so far now) prepare me by informing me that the baby may be hiding & we might got get to hear it this time, but she's never hiding.  She's always right there letting me know that she's okay. 

Another high point...  I got to see my boyfriend after several days of being apart.  I don't care what any of you say (especially him), days away from him are more difficult now than before I was pregnant. 

It's like I'm missing him for two. 

He finally read this email I sent him days ago, a post from Dear Baby, when the father writes after hearing his daughter kick for the first time.  And then instead of saying "Awww..." or telling me how sweet that was, or doing nothing, he got down on his knees & started talking to our baby.  He took turns talking & laying his head on my belly. 

And then we got to cuddle the night away.