So I haven't posted in a while and I have no good excuse. I mean I've started posts but haven't finished them. So let's try and finish those up and give you an idea of where I've been and what I've been doing.
Memorial Weekend is a time to remember those who have bravely served our country and community. Be it military, army reserves, police, or fire; this weekend is about honoring any person who puts on a uniform and puts their life on the line for others.
What did I do? Well I Nair'd my cooter's sideburns in preparation of being in a swimsuit in front of people. I also went to Schnepf's Farms, which was on the edge of the Earth, and picked peaches. Twenty pounds of peaches later we came home. Armed with ginormous clam shells of strawberries and blueberries from Costco we proceeded to gorged ourselves on fruit all weekend long. On Saturday we went to Schmacey's for swimming and a BBQ. I debuted my new maternity swim suit which I've never had before and thoroughly enjoyed our friends, even if they don't believe that we landed on the moon. Then on Memorial Day itself we went out to my parent's house for an outstandingly awkward afternoon with my family and all of their idiosyncrasies. Nothing salutes our armed services like fruit and dysfunction!
Have I mentioned that this pregnancy is nothing like The Boy? I might have mentioned it a time or ten. Because it isn't. I don't think that I have glowed once. Well my aunt said I was but I think she was lying to make me feel better. I have pretty much a constant headache that ranges in a variety of intensities. Sometimes I can't open my eyes and other times the throbbing only happens when I bend over. I have consulted my doctor about this and first I need to make sure that its not my eyes and/or contacts before they worry. Apparently the actual eyeball can change shapes and my contacts might be causing problems. We shall see but in the mean time Tylenol has become my new favorite friend.
Oh, and the crying.... the uncontrollable tears! We were driving back from the edge of the Earth (Schnepft's Farm) and I fell apart crying because my grandpa died. Nine years ago people. The man died nine years ago and I'm bawling because The Boy won't ride his tractor like I did. I mean seriously get it together Sara!
A very good friend lost his father a few weeks ago to cancer. I had so many mixed emotions about it. It seemed that our friends, Yennifer and her husband (it was his dad who passed), had been living their lives in limbo with the ups and downs of battling cancer. I know that as the child you want the limbo rather than loose one of your parents. But I know that there has to be some level of relief that there is no more fighting and that he is at peace. But good Lord I am not prepared for us to start losing our parents. I mean grandparents is sad to deal with but our parents? We are not old enough to deal with that type of loss. But, yet, here we are. Oh and like I mentioned above, this did not bode well with the uncontrollable crying either. I'm at the memorial service trying hard not to do one of those gasping inhales while bawling things when my friend was talking about his dad. I was just a mess and it turned into a headache that lasted for two days.
So that's where I've been and a little bit of what I've been doing. Its all very exciting. The temperatures have crept up here in the Valley an summer has officially started while other areas are barely seeing spring. I envy your time in the sun "warming up" while we claim shady parking spots and avoid the outdoors for large chunk of time.