Weekend away!

We were actually able to get out of town, together, for the weekend. I was surprised that in the end everything worked out. We didn't get out until the middle of the afternoon Saturday because my husband didn't get home from work until about 5 am that morning and he needed to get some sleep. I was still fine with that. Just every time I turned around there was something delaying us and I thought we weren't going to get out.

My mom called me as I was getting everything taken care that I could before Mike got up and was terrible. The phone rang and of course I could see who was calling. I said "hello" and no response and so I said it again. My mom is known for having chronic phone problems even when you give her a very nice phone as a gift. It is just something in the user I think. So what does she say? "Who is this?" I say nothing and she continues by saying "I think I have two children, but only one of them talks to me." It doesn't take much for me to get mad these days and even when I am not pregnant you have to be on edge with my mother all the time. My mother is a f*cking social worker by education. Her last job was as a damn therapist! Now she is a case worker, but freaking therapy is part of the job. My mom tells people how you have to carefully choose your words. She tells people how words impact you and others. She makes me so flipping mad sometimes! I said to her that she doesn't call me either. Yes, my sister calls her like clockwork every Sunday, but it is because her husband makes her! I don't call my mother regularly because I see her!! She just shows up whenever she feels like it! Calm down, breathe. Anyway... she had a whole car full of stuff that my sister sent up for me and she wanted to drop it off, that afternoon... after we were supposed to be on the road. Well arrangements were made for her to drop off the loot at my in laws house since she couldn't be there in time.

What happens? She shows up ten minutes after we were supposed to be on the road, but Mike was still dragging. Oh well, at least my FIL didn't have to wait around all afternoon for my mom to show up at his house. Good thing too, because my sister sent up a ton of stuff! She didn't have much left for clothes from her boys, but what was left is really nice! The youngest and the biggest of her boys was born just about the same time of year as my baby so anything she had left from him is size/season appropriate. The other boys were born in Feb & March and much of their stuff wouldn't have worked anyway. But she sent a lot of really nice stuff. Lots of things we won't be able to use for awhile, but she wanted to get rid of things she couldn't use and she had the ability to get them to me. The one problem is that there were no instructions with anything and well, we are first time parents! She told my mom that I am smart and would figure it out. Sure, she has figured out these things but she is "experienced!" I'm not too worried though because she is coming Sept 1 and she can just show me how things work. The only thing I am a little worried about is the breast pump, but I am 98% sure I can get the directions on line. It isn't the most current model being offered now, but surely I can still get the info from the company.

So we got away together. It was nice. I wish we could have done something outdoors or something truly relaxing, but we got away together! I was worried every time we were in the car though. I was worried we would make it alive and I was worried about Mike's blood pressure. He wouldn't let me drive at all. There is something male and territorial about that I know. He thought about it once and then decided that because I would have to readjust the mirrors and seat we just wouldn't do it. He learned to drive here where we live. I learned to drive where we went to visit. Even though every time we go to Colorado it has grown by leaps and bounds, there are still many things the same. I just have more time driving there. I am more comfortable driving in traffic. I am, even now, more even tempered than my dear, sweet husband. It would have been easier if I had driven, but he wasn't going to let that happen so we made it and that is what matters. I have to give him all the directions, but it was fine.

We were glad to come home though. The thing that was the best was that we had all that time together. We were able to talk. We shopped more than we should have, but we got things we needed for our Jake and for our animals. I don't recall any yelling. We always stay at that same hotel and it was the worst stay we have had. We haven't ever been there though in the height of vacation season. So we haven't ever stayed there with so many families and that sucked. There were kids running up and down the halls past 1030 at night and before 7 in the morning. Not so good. Our bed was really uncomfortable too, but we were together out of town!!!

I haven't felt good though. My belly is just so uncomfortable. I ate more than I am used to eating and different things so that is part of it. It is so stinking hot! We were busy a lot. I have had heartburn and reflux, but I go back to the food thing. I just feel yucky. I don't feel terribly concerned about that. I kind of expect it and I image it will continue to get worse before it gets better. I'm just trying to get what I need to do before Jake gets here. I know we will never be truly ready, but I want to try my hardest.

I got him some clothes. They maybe little, but the cost adds up fast. I also realized that we really don't have much for him yet and we really do need a shower. I ripped the tags off all the things we have for him so far and am starting the laundry. I just can't get over how tiny everything is! I only got a few things in newborn sizes because of the weight sizing on the tags. Most of what I got was 8-12 pounds and a some bigger. All his clothes might be dropping off for awhile, but I know he won't be shrinking. I just don't see him coming out or going home below 8 pounds. Time will tell I guess...