1. Of course, top on my mind is 35 WEEKS.
Apparently I was too busy trying to snap a quick picture in the work restroom without looking like a creep to remember to smile. I'll make this quick. Up 41 pounds. Sleeping well but require 5 pillows and our poor pup is banned upstairs because he was waking me up too much. The heat wipes me out, but now that I've accepted that I get very little done when it's hot (or, really, ever) things seem much better. I get random, crippling muscle pains for a day or two then things return to normal.
2. Monday was our 7th anniversary. I finally replaced the hubs wedding ring, which he lost over 4 years ago. I was able to get a ring that looks like just like his original wedding band (which was pretty unique to begin with). I was psyched. As for the anniversary, it was low key and very much representative of our life right now. Dinner with MJ. Ate some cake on our front porch. Chatted with our neighbor. You, internet, don't get to hear me gush about this guy, he got that in a card I wrote him. But I will tell you this. I am a lucky, lucky girl. I found myself a good man. I marvel at the ride we've been on, and everything waiting for us in the future. I marvel at the life we've built. The family we've made.
3. Monday was also the day that I found a guy I used to date had died. Apparently I don't read the newspaper or ever look at Facebook, because if I did I would have figured this out three years ago. He died three years ago. And I never knew. We had always kept somewhat in touch. We had exchanged a few emails a couple months before he died. I had even glanced at his Facebook page a couple times, but figured he never updated it and apparently never read the comments. Does anyone else ever think about old boyfriends? Wonder what they're up to? Every time he flashed into my mind I figured he was probably married. Had kids. I hoped he was happy. And then I found out that the whole time he'd been dead. Honestly, I was a total mess. Here's his obituary: http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/mpgraziano.htm. On top of it all, it was our anniversary, a horrible time to mourn the loss of someone else you used to date. Particularly because... it's complicated. We dated when DH and I were on a break, seeing other people. Anyway. That's almost certainly more than you need to know, internet. But I do feel the need to write it out. He was such a nice guy, and he should be off having babies and building ridiculous contraptions. Also, his mom shouldn't have to experience this. She just shouldn't. I know she went through it 3 years ago, but in my mind everyone is just now finding out about this. It sucks, basically.
4. The real world has been hitting me hard this week. DH works in a job where he experiences little children drowning. I work in a job where I have to hope that mines built now won't pollute the environment for 2,000 years, as some old Roman mines still do. 30 year olds die in plane crashes. Lots of gun violence in St. Paul this year, I'm tired of hearing about shootings.
5. In an effort not to dwell on bad things, I'll tell you some of the good things. We're having a baby soon, have I mentioned that? MJ is amazing (I think she'll get her own post). Some kind soul told me I look cute today. There are lots of annoying things that people say to pregnant women, but telling them they look cute has got to be one of the kindest. If you're ever at a loss for what to say to a pregnant lady? Tell them they look cute. It will likely make their day. Also? We met a family at a restaurant the other night who may just be our parent soul mates. I felt a little like I was flirting, or something. Their daughter is 3 days older than MJ, and the two of them became instant friends and started running around the restaurant like crazy people. She is pregnant (not the daughter) and due any day now. So we shyly exchanged digits, and we'll see what comes of it. It's weird to pick-up on other parents, but the skills are just the same.
6. I meant to talk, somewhere in here, about work. That may still get its own post. I'm guessing it says something about me that I now find work the least interesting part of my day. I have become a subpar employee, at least compared to my earlier work ethic. I now just don't care as much. There is more to say here, but I've been yawning for at least the past 3 bullets, so it is bed time.