Ahhh, home sweet home. There really just isn’t anything quite like coming home. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy traveling. To nice places. With my husband…sometimes my kiddo. Traveling to someplace that caters to me, makes my bed every day, picks up my messes and basically demands I do nothing but relax and enjoy. I think we all know holiday travel meets none of the former criteria.
We’ve made it home safe and sound after a whirl-wind trip to College Station for Thanksgiving and for the football game. We had a fine time, I especially enjoyed Wednesday. Hubs was nice enough to run me by the local camera shop and I was able to purchase a brand new 50mm/f1.8 lens to use while we were gone. I had originally intended to purchase the 50mm/f1.4 but I HADN’T originally intended to drop my camera forcing me into replacing my kit lens. So, I opted for the lens that was still a major improvement but about $300 cheaper than my original intention. My next purchase will be made soon, I just don’t know when. Also, I’ll be replacing my camera body when (WARNING: Following words may be offensive to some) I can budget (AHHHH!) and save-up (GASP!) for the pricey piece of equipment. Anyways, we finally headed out-of-town around noon (our goal was 10ish…eye roll) and once we made it into town, had a ball. Purchased some new Aggie swag (because we can never have enough), took a little tour around campus, watched little A run and have the time of her life around said campus and she was a trooper and even stuck it out for Yell Practice. She even got to pet Reveille. I got it on video; she doesn’t realize it now, but that’s a very special thing. I ended up sleeping with A while Hubs slept in the twin bed in another room. I hate, hate, hate finally being in the same city as my husband and not sharing a bed with him. BUT, I felt awful asking A to spend the night alone in a strange place. I knew she’d be scared. I slept ok until about 4am when she started squirming around. Thanksgiving Day proved to be the chaotic and frantic day I predicted it would be…lots of stories I will share with you shortly. I’m sure you all have stories of your own. Thursday night was a late one for Hubs and I and when the 2 of us finally crawled into bed with A, we were absolutely beat. Needless to say, 3 people in a double bed didn’t work very well. I finally kicked Hubs out around 3am so at least he could get some zzzzzz’s. I don’t think it happened thanks to his grandmother that insists on rising at 4am and the neighbors roosters, but I digress…Around 3am my child woke up crying and BEGGING to go home. Cue heartbreak. She was awake, and so was I, for a few hours. We hauled butt out of there as soon as we could this morning. Pulled into our driveway about 1pm, had A in bed for a nap around 1:30 and Hubs and I also crashed for a few hours. I actually JUST NOW took that shower I’ve been needing since last night. The Christmas decorations we were going to get started on today are waiting until tomorrow. I’m absolutely beat, and my body aches thanks to the massive amounts of walking I’ve done over the past few days. Also, I wanted to take A to a parade tonight but I just couldn’t muster the energy…and the other 2 members of my family seemed more than ok with it but I’m still slightly bummed to have missed it. So, all in all, a good time was had, but I am so very thankful to be home. The dogs are happy to be home too. They stayed with the vet and all 3 of them are absolutely passed out right now. In fact, I don’t even know where Maggie is, I haven’t seen her since she got home. They always come home tired…I don’t think they sleep well away from home either.
In other news, today is 24 weeks, which means that if Earl(ette) had to be delivered, she has a chance of survival outside the womb. Things look much more promising in terms of her survival each week that passes, but there is a slight, and I mean very slight comfort in knowing that she has a chance. 24 weeks also means I have a self-imposed ban on travel until after her safe arrival. We’re lucky enough to live in an area with several Level 3 NICU’s and I don’t plan to be more than about 10 minutes away from one until after she’s born. I’m sure that gets me a few eye rolls but, eh, I don’t really care.
So, I promise to be back to play out the hilarious and unbelievable details of our Thanksgiving holiday. In the meantime, I’m going to plant myself on the couch and watch some mindless tv. A good night’s sleep is in order for all the decorating that has to take place tomorrow and Sunday. I’ll leave you with my 24-week self-portrait taken yesterday. I’m not actually as large as I appear in this photo, but I thought it was cute none-the-less.