Well, hello blog. It's been awhile.
I have some confessing to do:
1. I am wearing size 8 flip flops today. I normally wear a size 7-7.5. Yes, they are too big but I have convinced myself that no one will notice. You only notice when someone is wearing shoes that are too small because of the horrifying look of excess toe cleavage.
2. I am wearing my first true "maternity" shirt. It says it on the label even, you know, just in case you FORGOT you body was expanding at an alarming rate. I could get use to this type of wardrobe, its extremely comfortable when most of my daily living activities are not. So I will take comfort where I can get it.
3. Lately, I am lucky if I can keep my eyes open past 7:30pm. What happened to me? I have always enjoyed my sleep and a good nap, but now I feel like a zombie right after dinner. I know it can all be chalked up to pregnancy and I should get my sleep in while I can...but C'MOOOON....this is getting ridiculous!
Oofda...I feel much better now.
Last night I went to dinner with some friends, some of whom I haven't seen in quite a long time. It was great. We sat down in the booth and talked like we haven't been apart. We just picked right up where we left off. The conversations have shifted now, Where are you working? How do you like your job? Traffic sucks. Babies. Relationships. I loved every minute of it. I could have stayed there for hours. It really made me miss the days of sleepovers when everyone would stay up until the sun came up talking about everything and everyone, playing the dumbest games (Judge Judy, Light as a Feather Stiff as Board, Truth or Dare just to name some of the more embarrassing ones), turning the music way up and dancing like fools, watching movies, eating everything in the house and drinking way too many sugary carbonated beverages.
But we have grown up now and we have come into our own lives.
As I was driving home last night, I began to think about how much I missed my friends. I miss hanging out with these girls that I have known since I was ten years old. Have I drifted from them? Have they drifted from me? Is this how life is supposed to go where you bounce in and out of each others lives every couple of years, just checking in? I don't know. I don't know even know why I started thinking so far into this dinner date. I am not usually an over-analyzer of things, I try to take things as is, but this drive home was different. Is this just my raging pregnancy hormones taking over? They always come in handy for a good excuse. Life has taken us all down different paths, but here we are almost 15 years later after meeting, sitting down and sharing story after story. It's beautiful isn't it? Wow, these hormones sure do make a person cheesy.
I got home around 10:30pm, the Murph-man was waiting for me at the top of the stairs with his favorite toy in his mouth, wagging his tail, eyes still glazed over from sleeping, than he and his toy made their way back to bed. I was not far behind him. My husband was on the couch, "not sleeping" just "watching tv." Sure you were. After locking all the doors, and shutting the house down, he joined me and Murphy too. After a long day at work, dinner with the girls, here I am surrounded by my world. My husband, my dog, my baby boy, and my favorite piece of furniture in the house, my bed. With Murph and my husband quickly snoring, I couldn't help but smile. I love my life. I love this. I am more happy now than I ever have been. And with a swift kick to the ribs, I think my baby boy agreed.
