So this whole weekend was a whirlwind of emotions.
But seriously. This was my VERY FIRST day away from Little S. I have been with him day and night, every single day for the past 17 months of his life (which is his entire life). Then I decided Big S and I needed a night to ourselves before Baby B is born. One last trip before we add another baby to our family. A babymoon. And what did we decide to do for our babymoon?
Run a 5k.
Run a 5k being chased by zombies.
Run a 5k being chased by zombies when I’m 21 weeks pregnant.
So we prepared. I packed 4 outfits, PJs, way more food than Little S could ever eat, blankets, stuffed animals, books, wrote out his schedule and personal preferences for his gramma and grandpa and took him over to spend his first night (a whole 24 hours) away from me.
And gave Little S a kiss (or 14) and left him.
And drove to a far away place called Maryland.
Where the air is smoggy and the people are sketchy. It’s beautiful, really.
And some yogurt.
And then we got coffee and they spelled Big S’s name wrong.
Then we went home. And I cuddled with Little S all afternoon. And he followed me around like a little puppy. And helped me unfold all the laundry I spent folding. And made me read Wacky Wild Peek-A-Boo 14 times. And then ate half my cupcake. And I was okay with it.
It was weird. Usually that stuff makes me want to hide in my room for a few seconds and enjoy some chocolate in peace. But I found that 24 hours without him made me appreciate him so much more.
And it made me appreciate Big S so much more. Especially when he went to the grocery store for me when he got home. And actually ENJOYED the dinner I made him (That’s right. I actually COOKED!) Here’s the proof:
AND THEN he went and got cupcakes for us. FOR FREE. Because apparently they were just going to throw them all away if no one took them, which is insanity. I was like, why yes, I would like 12 free cupcakes to eat all in one sitting please.
Then I made cake batter truffles. Because there’s a hurricane coming. And I don’t want to not be prepared for the devastation. So we need truffles. Which are amazing. If you’ve never had truffles, they’re like, magical chocolate-covered, sadness-curing balls of deliciousness. My sister constantly keeps them on hand in case of “emergencies”. Well, every single day is an emergency when you’re pregnant. So I guess I should make 2,000 truffles and hope they last me til March. And probably after, because I’m pretty sure the first few months after Baby B is born is going to be a blur. A blur that’s measured in sympathy truffles and baby screams.
Ah, I’m actually quite refreshed and excited for that blur now that we had our Babymoon.
Bring it on, Hurricane Sandy. I’ve got a dozen cupcakes and cake batter truffles. You got nothing on me.