I don't need to be blogging right now, but why not?
Not quite 38 weeks.
Basically I just wanted to show off the dress I got at the thrift store yesterday.
Oooh don't I sound like a blogger when I talk about thrifting. Well whatever. It's a pretty dress and it cost me 2 bucks; for that I guess I can suffer being grouped as a trend follower.
Things are getting surreal over here. Last night Tony and I went and bought the car seat, the stroller, and the diaper genie. And with those things sitting on our floor it's starting to feel more like real life and a little less dreamy. Which is good, because I hate to be disillusioned. I want real life.
Another real life moment in the store as we were madly inspecting every aspect of all the strollers and car seats - hefting them and folding them and unfolding them and comparing this price with that maneuverability and so forth - and I suddenly found myself standing back watching the boy I married seriously consider the huge double stroller he was pushing around, and I was thinking how he's going to be a daddy soon, and it's just so weird. I mean, this is the guy who built Lego models with me on our first date and who wouldn't let me wear flip flops while riding on the back of his motorcycle and who's idea it was to start a tradition of getting take-out from Crown Burger after we pick our Christmas Tree the day after Thanksgiving, and holy crap isn't he just the perfect person to be the father of my children?
I know this is all sappy "mom" stuff to say and not "cool girlfriend-turned-wife" stuff, but I guess that's what happens when the girlfriend/wife turns into a mom.
Buuuut I just love that boy and I'm glad I picked him, and that he let me.