What, you don't wear fairy wings while eating breakfast? Well you are missing out!
This morning dawned early in our house (as usual). Erin had suggested we get up early to watch
The Wedding (
as if I need to link to it, cause you might not know which wedding I was referring to). My response was, if I'm up, I'll watch it. I'm all for the enormity of the event (and William and Kate happened to have picked a pretty special date in our family too, seeing as ten years ago today, Erin and I also exchanged vows, though ours were decidedly less publicized). I'm a romantic, but sleep is precious these days. Interrupting it = Danger. But wouldn't you know it, I was up. I mean, what are the odds? (Um, darn good, actually.)
We told Ellie a few days ago there was to be a wedding with a real princess (OK, duchess, whatever). She appeared mildly interested, at the idea. But this morning, at 6 a.m. when she stumbled in, squinty eyed and ruffled hair, it only took her about three minutes to demand a "kid show." This real princess business just wasn't cutting it.
In other today in history news, I won't be back to work for a while. It feels surreal. I am seriously switching gears and I'll admit it. I'm a little scared. Excited, but scared. But I know that it's time. The few days I've had off in the last few months, I've noticed a change in my energy level and mood, as well as my patience quota (which these days is key). And I'm not going to lie. Being able to take an afternoon nap if I need it is not going to hurt my cause. I went to the doctor yesterday and at 32 weeks, I'm measuring full-term.
Whoa.Also, I need to make sense of this:*
And no, it's not a screen shot from a new episode of "Baby Hoarders," it's the future nursery (and believe me, this is the forgiving, flattering,
you don't look fat in this at all angle).
*Notice the baby doll in the bouncy chair on the left? That's Ellie's doing. She is absolutely LOVING all this new "real" baby paraphernalia.
