Tried a new restaurant tonight for date night, and it was pretty delicious. Hash House A Go Go is officially ok by me. (Plus, I got some sweet loving BEFORE we went to dinner, so does it count as a date with a Happy Ending, or would it be more like a Happy Beginning?)
My GD cat is testing me. Last night, I was trying to relax and watch True Blood while doing my clay mask and painting my toes...and the peppy little spit fuck decided to escape, coincidentally at the same time I got a very snarly text from a friend who was angry with me. It was not the way I wanted my weekend to end. But we got the cat in and I think things will be ok with the angry friend, so we'll see. Tonight she is hanging out by the doors, scamming for another way to escape. She actually rumbled with the ginormous fight club kitties that live in the bushes, and lived to tell the tale, so I am fairly impressed. But then she hid under the deck and erased all feelings of pride as we tried to mastermind a way to get her back inside.
I have a feeling the beanpod might be a boy. But I don't know if that's an actual premonition, or just me coming to terms with the fact that this is our last baby, and I know we'd both like a son even if the pregnancy will be evil clown army terrifying for me the rest of the time. I know there's a 50/50 shot that it's possible, and I don't want my first reaction to be tears and panic. Especially since we are planning a whole gender reveal party so we can find out with our family surrounding us. I need to keep my shit together, and remember that constant vigilance got Bellamy here safe. I am surrounded by the same great group of Dr's and nurses as before, and I can do this.
I can.
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