Monday, I had a trip for work to Knoxville. No big deal, right?
Right. Until my best friend texted "Thunder Cats Are Go" which, for all you Juno fans, meant it was baby day! They were going to take her Wednesday for sure until Lou's blood pressure got too high. I bawled my eyes out because it was supposed to be an overnight trip... enough so that I got to come home. :) I pulled into the parking garage and received the text from Jackson saying she was here! I rushed into the waiting room just in time to see Heath showing the video of when they showed Lou the baby. Tears, again.
After an hour and a ballin' grilled cheese from the hospital cafeteria, we got to see her.... and hold her! :)
Welcome to the world, sweet baby. I am already head over heels for you and can't wait to see you change the world.
Well, first thing's first... you smile uncontrollably because you're so doggone excited for her, and your eyes fill up with tears because you just can't control how happy you are.
Next, you start to reassess your life. I mean, you're 23 for Goodness' sake! What are you even doing with your life right now? sleeping, buying furniture to organize all 631 of the square feet you rent, and monogramming every object you own? Get it together!!
You ask your husband how he feels about it. When he tells you he thinks it could work and you may jump on the baby train, too, you'll die. Literally die. But then, allow your brain to mess everything up and bring you back to reality. Remind your husband that you can barely afford to move, just bought a new car, and would like to have some money saved for maternity leave. When he agrees, get mad at him because you wanted him to convince you it would all work out. Then, try to convince him that you're managing your debt quite well and have money left out of all of your paychecks. Um hello, you don't even use all of our grocery budget as it is. When he tells you it's not going to work, and then proceeds to tell you how he is going to pursue a raise at work by getting his commercial driver's license, don't forget to let your impatience and your fear of being left behind and turn that into a "but when" issue. He will get frustrated and tell you he's doing all that he can do, and that it will come in God's time... not because everyone around you is doing it. Last but not least, go to bed upset at your husband, and wake up the next morning realizing what a brat you were. That's the most important step.
LouBoo, you're going to be a great mommy, and I can't wait to meet Baby P!
