Made in Richmond

This one is for my mother-in-law with whom I currently in the mountains enjoying a long weekend. But still…

Sometimes I think she thinks that our dogs (especially Zapp) never stop moving. Here’s proof! And really, after the first five minutes of absolute insanity that takes places as they say hello to you, this is all they do with the rest of their day.

I was sitting in my friend Tina’s office today chatting about some stuff when I felt a series of distinct taps in my belly area.

Not on my belly. In my belly. As in coming from the inside.

I had been feeling the “bubbles” for about a week, but this was definitely different and not like anything I’ve ever felt before. It really was as if someone was saying “HELLO I AM HERE I AM YOUR BABY.”

And I said, “Oh, hello there little friend.”

And it was awesome.

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In other news, Ross and I are headed out with the in-laws soon for a long weekend in the mountains. There which be much napping, eating, and reading. I. Cannot. Wait.

From my tall-drink-of-water friend Hayley…

Do you by any chance know any clowns? 

My mom called me on Friday and said that she wanted to spend some time with me on Saturday buying some things for her grandbaby.

Of course I said yes.

So she and I headed over to Babies’R'Us for a little shopping trip. And by a shopping trip I mean a SPREE in which my mom SHOWERED LOVE on her new grandbaby in the form of much of her tax return.

And I came home with this:

I would’ve taken everything out of the drawer, but then I never would’ve gotten the stuff back *in* the drawer.

Seriously, the best remedy for stressed-out tears is to open your dresser drawer and be greeted by teeny tiny baby stuff. Then it all turns to happy tears because you realize how lucky you are.

Friday: Home from work. Played Rock Band and rested some while waiting for Ross to finish helping a friend move. Proceeded to starve to death. Went with Ross to pick up dinner after stopping at the pharmacy to find that our crappy vet had neglected to call in Shooter’s seizure medication. Came home. Ate. Puttered. Bed.

Saturday: Up and puttered until the vet’s office opened. Talked to vet assistant who claimed the prescription was never called in because they “had been really busy.” Asked it to be called in and for a confirmation call once that had happened. Went to the gym. Came home with still no call from the vet. Called back to find out that they don’t have Shooter’s file on record. Proceed to tell them that he has been going there for five years and that they had record of him three months ago when they last renewed the prescription. Got told that they would “keep looking.” Went shopping for baby stuff with my mother (that will be another post entirely! So! Much! Cute! Stuff!). Got a call back from the vet saying they found Shooter’s record in “some random examination room” and that they would calling the prescription in now. Called Ross to ask him to pick up the prescription. Went to lunch with my mom. Came home. Got a call from Ross telling me that the vet had called in the prescription, but didn’t give enough information for them to fill it entirely, but that the wonderful pharmacist was going to give us enough pills to get us through the weekend. Spent the remainder of the day griping about the vet and sweating to death because Ross was refusing to turn on the AC even though it was 84 degrees in the house. In-laws came over. Sat on the deck and chatted. Ate a delicious, Ross-prepared dinner of crab cakes, tortellini, and cucumber salad. Finally got Ross to turn on the AC. Played Rock Band with my mother-in-law. To bed at around 11.

Sunday: Up after 8 for the first time in a while. Ate breakfast and started a registry at Babies ‘R’ Us. Shaved Ross’s head. Did some work. Ate some lunch. Took a shower. Went to church. *Might* have felt the baby move a few times - Flipper was apparently really into the sermon. Ate popsicles. Went to Joe’s Inn with friends from church. Home to do laundry and to do some more work.

Short week! Long weekend anniversary trip this weekend - FIVE years, OMG.

Have a wonderful week!