I don’t wanna bug, but today has been a fanfreakingtastic day. so many things happened and they all had me smiling… how often does that happen after one hour, let me repeat that, one hour of schleep…?
well, I suppose I better start at the beginning.
this morning, shortly after john got home, we were sitting in the living room catching up. I like to sit in the recliner indian style with mah bebe in between my legs on my lap. we talked and talked… (he had some drama at work last night…) and boogie butt started to fuss, so I lifted him up to pat him on the back… and then I felt something warm and thick… yep, folks my bebe shat all over me… mind you, I had just showered. all over my legs (3/4 pants, what?), my hands and my shirt… part of me wondered, how long had that been there? I didn’t notice it come out… that’s neither here nor there… I suppose the point of this story is I laughed my frickin’ tail off… it was highly hilarious. gross, yes… but hilarious.
once I was re-showered and dressed, we decided it was time to take little man out for the first (well, sorta. lots of peed visits)… outing. we decided to take him to babies r us to pick up some (gasp!) formuala… it was so fun. he was sleeping the whole time and it was nice to hang out with the hubs away from the house… and all of its distractions… we always have had so much fun together. so his first outing was a success. since he was a preemie, I think he looks days old instead of a almost five weeks. I’m sure peeps were glaring and thinking I was nuts for bringing him out… but we have to start taking him out at some point, right? plus, I’ve never been so happy to push a stroller…
when we returned home, unfortunately it was time for john to hit the hay. so I decided it was time for baxter, grayson, and I to take a walk around the neighborhood. it was the first time we’d gone by ourselves and it was delightful. it was very freeing to put grayson back in his carseat and take him… by myself. plus, it was the first day I realized I don’t need to be locked up in the house all of the time… it’s not good for my psyche… probably not good for anyone… so, I’m happy to have gotten out. now the rain seems to be on its way, so I’m going to try and get out as much as humanly possible. it’s going to be a long winter, I’m sure.
I walked in the house and decided I wanted to cook tonight. one of the biggest issues I had in my pregnancy was puking. I mean 24/7 puking… once on zofran (thankthelordjesus for the person who invented this wonder drug)… I was only puking a couple of times a day and I could function again… but I still couldn’t cook because the smells would get my stomach churning… and touching meat? forget it. disgusting. so of course, the obvious choice of meals was meatloaf. putting my hands in that loaf mixing it up was amazing. starting to feel like pre-pregnancy sara, just with an adorable kiddo in tow. plus, john had been begging for meatloaf for a while… so it seemed only natural. and I hadn’t lost my touch, it was delish.
so all in all, perfect day. I’ve been needing one of these for a while…