So yeah, I'm down. Lots of uncertantity at work. I don't like uncertainty. I like things spelled out. These are your goals. These are your tasks. This is what we expect of you. None of this, "Just wait..." I suck at waiting. So it has been a little bit stressful.
Oh yeah, and Jen isn't there to make it any better! She moved. I'm sad. It sucks. Girl, don't think you are getting out of throwing me a baby shower THAT easy! You still owe me that! (lol, like you owe me anything, I owe you for being so cool!)
But, on the up side, we did have a fabulous final day out: me, Island Jen and Princess Jen. First, we went to First Watch and had a yummy breakfast/brunch/lunch. It was breakfast food, but it was closer to lunch time. The first time we all met to scrap together we went out to eat there. Memories! The girls totally got on my case because I ordered TWO breakfasts, but I was VERY hungry and the food was really good! Things I'll always remember: How much Island Jen talks with her hands, how much Princess Jen enjoys making Elsie faces, and "a-salt and battery" of the cantelope! Laughing this hard when you are pregnant is not recommended unless you have clean pants somewhere nearby!
And lets not forget the obligatory run to Starbucks! We all nearly mugged this girl for her coat from Anthropologie. Yeah, it rocked that hard. Princess Jen was disappointed there were no black and white cookies, but managed to suffer through their absence by taking pictures of us on this chaise in the corner. I don't remember what had Island Jen laughing this hard, but I promise you, it was HILARIOUS!
Next we went across the street to Studio 6. It's a fun little paint your own pottery place. Fun! Island Jen broke out the Heid Swapp mask, Princess Jen got funky (and glittery!) and I...well I made a mess. I'm better off when I plan things but I just tried to do too many things with this teeny little creamer jug, lol. The Jens were super nice telling me that it'll look great when its fired, but its sorta a mess now. Oh well, it was time well spent. And talk about time! We spent at least three hours there and never realized it! The birthday party starting, going on, finishing, leaving and the next one coming in to set up and start welcoming guests may have been a clue now that I think about it. I'll post our lovely creations sometime next week.
So the day wasn't over yet! At least it wasn't supposed to be. We headed to my van to go to our next destination, only to find that I had a flat tire! Closer inspection revealed a rather sizeable slit in my sidewall. And this is in a NICE (aka...$) part of town. Nice. But, no fear! I know how to change a tire! Yup! I know nothing about oil changing, tire pressure, air filters or any general maintenance at all. (that is what Daddies and Husbands are for!) But I *DO* know how to change a tire.
At least I can change a tire who's lugnuts weren't orignally fastened by a Formula One Racing pit crew. Damn! Those things were tight! Come on, sing it with me! "Loosen up my lugnuts baby" If you look amongst the three of our cameras, you'll get pictures of each us trying to loosen those damn nuts! And the English guy who helped us out when we couldn't manage it on our own. And the Latin (?) guy who helped us out again when the spare that the English guy put on was flat and we had to take it off again. I should have taken pictures of Larry putting on the newly bought tire the next day when I returned having given up and been brought home by Island Jen. Then I'd have the complete set!
So Island Jen brought me home and I kept telling her I was too embarassed to let her into the hellhole that is my home. But she wanted to meet my kiddos, so in we go. Matthew comes running up, "Mommy, Mommy!" Yeah, his face was COVERED in something. Turns out while Daddy was watching the boys while I was out and about (ie: sitting at the computer playing World of Warcraft) Ian the Artist and Matthew the Human Tornado got into my craft cabinet and proceeded to paint their bedroom door, Ian's bed, the wall and themseves. Ian only got it on his fingers and toes. I think he was going for nailpolish. Matthew had it all over his face. Luckily it had dried because he attacked Jen with demands to be picked up and hugged. She melted. (They always do.) She told me later that she "understood" now. Understood why that kid is trouble, because he does this really destructive stuff, but then charms his way out of it because he is so gosh-darned cute! I am so in trouble when he turns into a teen! No way am I EVER letting him drive my car!
Anyway, Dr's appt tomorrow to find out what's up with the little bean in my belly. I am going to ask about a more permanent solution to this "don't sneeze around me, I'm THAT fertile!" problem I have. I'll also get an EDD, so I'll share that. Oh and if anyone has some maternity clothes you don't need anymore, could you please send them my way? I'm already in need, lol!
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