Woops....I left the blogging world for vacation and I'm just returning! The hubby gets one month off a year and that's kind of it in this crazy coaching profession, so I just spent the last 30 days soaking up every day with Zac and Brooks. Today he returned for the start of Training Camp for the Miami Dolphins and crazily enough they have their first preseason game against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in 17 days!
The day my husband got off for vacation we found out our second child will be a boy! What fun. I love my little boy Brooks, 19 months, so much and he makes me laugh so hard every day. I know my second boy will bring me equal joy and they will be best buddies. I feel very lucky! Honestly is the best policy so I will admit there was a part of me hoping for a girl. The pedicures, the wedding, the shopping together - it's hard not to imagine all those things as a pretty girly-girl myself. But I know this will be so much fun running around with two crazy little boys.
What I cannot imagine is how I am going to make it 17 more weeks as a crazy pregnant lady. While I must say I lucked out by not getting physically sick, I believe I suffer from different symptoms, mental symptoms. I am seriously "sick in the head," as I am the most crazy hormonal pregnant lady. Just 2 days ago my husband let me take a long nap as we were going to a BBQ later in the day, and after waking up out of a 2 hour fat lady coma with drool crusted all over my face, I walked out of my bedroom and kind of scolded him for .... wait for it .... it being 4 pm. Yup, I kinda yelled at him because it was 4 pm in the afternoon. The worst part about these little episodes is that I know I'm being crazy but I can't seem to get off the crazy train. It's like I am outside of my body watching it happen but don't have the willpower to stop it.
These episodes, of course, extend into the food world where I act like an equally crazy woman. Yesterday post-BBQ, I dropped off my husband to run into the grocery store for a redbox movie rental, and instead of parking to wait for him, made the quicket beeline possible to McDonald's for a chocolate dip cone. Just a reminder, I had literally just left a BBQ where I had eaten a cheeseburger as big as my head. Well, as sneaky as I thought I was being, I couldn't have predicted what followed, as my husband calls me when I'm pulling up to the drivethrough box to order. I absolutely hate when people can hear me ordering disgousting fast food orders, it's like they know all my secrets or something, so I answer and hurriedly want to get off the phone, but I've been caught. The red box rental was broke, so the hubby had walked out of the grocery just in time to see me turn the corner of his chevy tahoe on two wheels, burning rubber to get my cone as fast as possible, and pull into McDonald's. I sheepishly drove back to the grocery to pick him up, calculating in my head what I could eat in bed to make up for my missed cone (I had a bowl of cereal and 2 waffles, totally normal food at 10 p.m.)
Our vacation was focused mainly on seeing our respective families. We went to Disney World, Cape Cod, Massachusetts and Norman, Oklahoma all within about 18 days. It was quite the adventure for an old tired pregnant lady.
If there's one thing I took from the vacation it would be that I'm not returning to Disney World, maybe ever, and definitely not until I'm NOT pregnant and my youngest child is at least 5 years old. Let me back it up before I get all cranky. Disney is a well-oiled machine. These people know what they are doing and it's a pretty impressive operation. However, there is just not that much to do when you are 18 months old (my child) and you are pregnant (me). I couldn't ride a single good ride, and Brooks was absolutely more excited about the tram that took us to our car in the parking lot than a single thing inside Disney World. The only thing that would have made my experience better would have been to have drinks and make fun of all the people as I sat there, but I obviously couldn't do that either, so I was relegated to walk 18,456 miles a day around a park and watch people ride rides I couldn't ride, with my only glimmer of hope for fun being a funnel cake at the end of the day. Hormonal. Mess.
With that being said though, we had a wonderful vacation with our families and I feel really thankful that we both come from big, fun groups of people who love our son. He is the only grandchild so far so he gets pretty spoiled with love. I am going to miss my husband like crazy as he heads into football season, though I'm sure he drove to work at 90 miles an hour, thankful that football has begun and his crazy hormonal wife is left to mumble crazy nothings to herself!
