We Are Having A....!

My friend’s wedding was beautiful, creative, delicious, fun, and hot as blazes. It was held at a nut farm inland which meant it was 90 degrees at 5pm. Besides that and some pesky bugs it was amazing. The bride pulled up to the aisle in an old VW bus and emerged behind some closed opaque glass and waited for her cue. Watching the groom was fun, you could see the outline of the bride through the doors but not clearly and he was anxious. At last the doors opened and she emerged grinning ecstatically, ready to walk to him. The ceremony was only about 15 minutes which in my opinion is a perfect length. They wrote their own vows and traded them to become Mr. And Mrs. before dancing out down the aisle for pictures and the party. This girl made sure the reception had a couple of her favorite things. A ping pong table, a cotton candy machine, and a snow cone machine. How awesome is that? My friends turned their snow cones into beer-cicles which I was slightly jealous of. I had half an inch of a white zinf and still didn’t tell everyone our news even through my three closest friends were there… a. it was Chase’s wedding day, and b. I didn’t want to share yet. We all had a good time, enjoyed some delicious BBQ for dinner and stuffed money down the bride’s dress during the ‘fund the honeymoon-money dance.” After this really fun and really long night we went home and slept. 

Sunday hubs was helping with the sound at church and had to be there at 7am. Esh! I met him for the 9 service because I value my sleep, and we sat together and then met my family for brunch around 12:15. During brunch we made a spur of the moment decision to go meet our new nephew who was 4 days old. So we left brunch and drove 1.5 hours north to his brother’s house. This baby had so much hair and is a quarter Asian and looks it. I have a thing with Asian babies and had to restrain myself from sneaking him home with me. It was initially really hard to see him. I kept thinking how I should have a three month old son. And every time she said “you’ll see” or “wait until” or general advice it made me a little upset because I should already know. I guess I’m just really sensitive to this. When she was talking about being overwhelmed at the hospital she texted “my goal is to just get everyone home alive.” And I bet my reaction face was priceless. I started to laugh because it sounded crazy and halfway through my smile it immediately fell off my face and it hit me that I failed that goal. Three of us went into the hospital, two came home. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but I still hear things and they hit home. It was fun to see him through, he was so tiny and squashy and all he did was sleep. After dinner we picked up the stroller and carseat we had shipped to them and headed home for some MUCH needed relaxation. 

Monday was our appointment, and our Dr is great, she went through all my questions, then took a peek at the baby to see if everything looks good. We asked about the gender and after much cajoling on mine and the Drs part this baby cooperated. We are having a BOY! (another boy)! I’m happy and sad, sad because 2 for 2 are boys… will I ever get a girl? And Max was a boy, so this feels sadly similar and I’m trying to differentiate between the two babies because this one is NOT a replacement. He is his own person. Happy because this one looks healthy and happy in there wiggling around. And sad again because I love pink and live for ruffles and bows.

Now my brother is in town and that’s a whole other post!