This time I have a good reason...

So, yet again, I took an abnormally long vacation from blogging... to go on a mini vacation!

We haven't seen very much of each other lately, so we stayed at a moderately amusing hotel about an hour and a half away. This hotel, Buffalo Bill's, is right across the street from our last In-State mini vacation. Appropriately named, the hotel has a Wild West/Frontier theme and our room was located in the Annie Oakley tower.

We decided that we had better take all of the mini vacations that we can, because in about 7 1/2 months, we won't be able to!

That's right, I've been infected and all of my time and energy will be devoted to raising a normal, functional member of society.

In the coming months you can expect updates about the many wonders of pregnancy, including all the yucky stuff you probably won't want to read. Since I got the news, I've been reading lots of books to try and get a really good idea about what is going to happen. So far my favorite is "The Unexpected When You're Expecting" which is a parody of the 'mom-to-be's best friend', "What to Expect...".

"The Unexpected..." was able to break some of the tension and finally get me to laugh at the whole thing. Then again, laughing when you are so gassy that you feel like you're going to float away may not be the best idea. Especially near an open flame...

Friends, family, and strangers have already started giving me advice. I have decided that the best thing I can do will be thanking them for their input and doing what I want anyway. I understand that many women have done this long before I ever thought of having a child, but I don't want someone trying to guilt me into naming my baby Sanfred just so they can feel better about their life.

If I want a cup of coffee, I don't need 18 women screaming at me to pour it out. If I have a few cigarettes, even after I've officially quit, I don't want to hear one complaint from anyone that has not had an up close and personal view of my cervix. They may have gone through pregnancy, but they have no idea what I'm going through.

Yesterday, my hormones were going haywire and I cried for several hours. Everyone kept asking me if I was ok, and I mostly was. There are some tough things that I need to tell a lot of people, some happy things, panic at a stupid thing I did, realizing that my embryo has probably been drunk at least once since the conception date may not have been accurate, and trying to quit smoking have all taken a toll on my emotions.

My Husband has been wonderful and has graciously agreed to pick up my slack. Keeping the place clean is going to be very important since we are adding another person to our household. (If only this new person came with an extra room...)

Our Roommate is still working out what he wants to be called. I've come up with a fun list of things that wont involve my baby calling him Uncle, since he is not comfortable with that.

Woobie
Scooby
Boppy
Name-Name (His name, not the word name...)
Boba (or Bobo)
Yabbo

Ok, so the list isn't that great... but it's really hard to figure out what your baby is going to call this dude that lives with you, but isn't related-- completely family, but no blood ties.

Oh well, we've got a few more months to figure it all out.