Two Months

Yesterday was the 26th of February.  Yesterday I realized that in (approximately) two months I am going to be a mom.  I honestly haven't been that good at "keeping track" of my pregnancy.  When people would ask me "oh, how far along are you?" I would stammer out my best guess.  

"Uhmm, 25 weeks?"   "How many months is that?"   "Oh, Uhmm, I... Well... I'm due on April 26th if that helps."

Definitely not one of those moms-to-be who can tell you the time to the minute since they conceived, or how much longer they have to go without doing half assed math in their head.  

But yesterday.  Yesterday there was a definite number I could tell people.  Two months.  I. Will. Be. Having. A. Child. In. Two. Months. 

Super weird.  

V-Day Love

Happy Belated Valentine's Day!

- insert paper hearts and cupids and a dump truck of red confetti here -


Actually, I'm not all that big a fan of the Ol' V-Day.  I figure there are four types of people on Valentine's Day:

1) The single guy or gal who is absolutely devastated that they are alone on this made up day.  Think sad movies, boxes of kleenex and pints of ice cream.  (I don't actually know anyone like this, I think, but I'm sure they're real.)

These are also the same people who, when in a relationship, expect the most absolute, over-the-top, chocolate and flower and romance filled day imaginable.  And when that shockingly doesn't pan out as planned, revert to the snivelling ice cream eater they were pre-relationship.  (And I do know some of these people...)

2) The "anti-Valentiners".  Those who will tell you in no uncertain terms what a crock of shit Valentines Day is and how it is a made-up hallmark holiday.  Which is pretty much true, but they are so vehemently against it, that you know they are just pissed off because they don't have a date.

3) This one is mostly exclusive to the ladies and they are the "Galentiners".  They go out in groups or pairs for a nice dinner and maybe a couple of drinks.  Lady-dates.  Not entirely unhappy with their single status but still want to go out and celebrate.  Cute.

4) The ones who pretty much just don't care that it's Valentine's Day at all whether single or taken.  Really.

I am squarely a number 4 and so is the bf.  It really is just another day.  So imagine my surprise when I get home from work at ten at night to a call from the bedroom.  "I have a chocolate and a surprise for you."  He then handed me a Kinder Surprise which we split, and proceeded to piece together a weird flying palm tree thing.  Super Sweet.

And then this morning, there was breakfast (not in bed, we don't have any sort of tray and, as he was all to happy to point out, my belly wouldn't have fit under it anyway)  and a picnic at the lake later.  And even though it totally rained on us at the lake and my hips started to hurt because of the little walk to get there it was a really nice date day.  Maybe he's turning me into a bit of a Valentine's Day fan... or a February 15th fan at any rate.