ROSES:
Chris and I went to Fort Wayne this weekend to see Carrie, Dave and my parents. Beau and Greta love each other, so it was joyous to watch them interact and play. Also, its nice having my folks back from Maui-- too bad they came back to a gazillion inches of snow and ice. Sorry not sorry.
Kasia's cancer surgery went well. Her mast cell tumor was completely removed (as well as the marginal area surrounding) and the lab results came back favorable. So, for the next several days, she is rocking' a t-shirt to cover her many stitches (which run behind her right front leg and down into her armpit. Poor unicorn.
The sun has been shining lately. I call such days "Colorado Days." Colorado Days make me miss my days in Crested Butte, when everything revolved around skiing, drinking Diet Coke, having fun and drinking copious amounts of Crested Butte Brewery's White Buffalo Ale. …. and listening to Wu Tang and Bob Seger.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining room table and do Riverdance. (see Thorns)
An eBay find and shopping in Carrie's basement = all of the baby's room linens. YES. I was worried I was going to want to go and buy all new stuff. No good when you're on a budget. Her room will be a miss mash of white furniture, red gingham print and glittery bugs on her walls. So excited.
Mason is growing like a weed and we love having him twice a week. He has his mom's great smile and his dad's HUGE head and hands. He smiles all the time and farts like a college kid.
THORNS:
The snow is starting to melt, revealing gross poopie snow. Gross. If I see grass, I better see my bulbs coming up and I know thats not happening for several weeks.
Week 28 of pregnancy = the pee hath arrived. Its like I have a freakin' bladder infection.
We can't agree on a baby name. Any suggestions that are non-strippery are welcome.
Beau learned how to climb on top of Carrie and Dave's dining table and do Riverdance. For all you Irish dancing fans out there, Michael Flatley is a professional and Shep isn't. It was cute for .0004 seconds, then not cute when he dumped out an entire can of pop in the midst of his jig.
Anxiety is beginning to rear its ugly head, when I thought I was rid of it a few years ago. For my loyal readers, I've worked very hard at conquering my situational anxiety through therapy and at times, medication. I pride myself on having learned proper and effective coping skills to deal with this gross thing-- I think being pregnant is causing it. I wish I could put on my running shoes and a regular sized sports bra and go running. Problem solved. Not gonna happen now. Until then, I'll just lay in bed at night and worry.
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| These boots are made for walking |
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| and tackling "da" |
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