My story from NYC to Columbus Ohio. This is just to let you all know how and what I am doing, it may not be written well, it may not be funny but its what I am doing....and saves me telling the same story over again! email@example.com
It was a busy one, after the emotional Friday mall visit we ended up going for dinner friends followed by blizzards at the DQ because that is what we now do on Fridays.
Saturday after working out, lawn morrow fixing, more mall-ing we went to a new to us pool which I can’t believe took all season to try out #fail followed by a “Italian Summer” dinner party which I managed to hold it together until about 10pm, another crazy night in the books.
Sunday we started with the Baptism of the newest baby in our friend group which was just lovely and ended it with SB’s annual family re-union which involved KFC, the perfect trashy&classy day.
I did not seem to take any pictures though….so did it really happen…..
18 weeks First maternity clothing purchase
Half leather half legging pants
Am clearly halfway to embracing motherhood
The art of fake drinking
In what became one of my new skills……
Keeping our l little secret a secret is proving harder and harder. We started off by turning down invites for the first couple of weeks but now summer is in full swing it’s getting difficult without giving the game away. Which until there have been scans and tests and all that scary stuff we aren’t telling anyone. Which is kind of two fold. There are people I want to tell face to face, which may prove impossible based on most of my love ones being 3k + miles away, there are missed calls with all the time differences and people being busy and now with the tests are so close I feel I could be jinxing it if I tell anyone. I think most people I know will be happy for us but I am worried that some wont. Am also this is pretty much not a surprise to anyone except us! And I don’t think I have ever been as scared or anxious as I have been waiting to get to this magic 12 week number. I almost feel I have not let myself be happy until we get to that point and boy can it be scary. It’s like I am almost expecting the worse to happen. Especially as we/I have been so lucky and fortunate this past couple of years it almost feels I am not allowed for this to go well.
So keeping the secret, club soda is my number friend with ginger beer being my special treat. So far I have emptied a beer can and filled it with club soda, decantered a bottle of alcohol free wine mixed with water into a wine bottle I got from a bar, massively tipped bar tenders to make a soda water look like a cocktail none who really got what I was saying, pretended SB was so drunk he needed to drink water (clearly nobody would believe it the other way round) and basically caused SB to drink double the amount. It hasn’t been that bad when we are bar hopping around. But for kickball last week which I keep kicking myself out so I don’t have to run to any bases/risk get smacked by a ball I avoided happy hour after by coming straight from work with my car, I got yelled at least 3 times by 3 separate people. Even a new guy who didn’t even know how “good” I am at these happy hours. It could be a long summer
Another note the whole time I was in England I felt every bar had this “mocktail” menus catch up America!
I apologized to the ultra sound technician for my uncooperative fetus today which is the first of probably a bajillion apologies that will be made on behalf if this little person. BB responding by waving then turning it’s Halloween esque facial features at us which I interpreted as F-off with all the prodding. I would post the video but it seems inappropriate!
Said feutus also made it into day care which I was ridiculously proud of, mainly due to my brownie sending bribery techniques!
Happy baby growing day