We leave tomorrow! I am so excited to be taking this little vacation from our normal lives. The only thing that could make it better? Having the baby daddy along for the ride. We are going to miss him terribly! Oh, and a little later flight wouldn't hurt either.
Our 20-week ultrasound was cancelled at the last minute so we won't be checking in on this little babycakes until July 17th. I was hoping for visual reassurance prior to leaving for Alaska, and I'd like to say that I am now waiting patiently, but I am still a bit peeved at being called last night at 6pm with the news. Where's my 24-hour notice, hmmm? Will I be getting the ultrasound for free now? When I went to reschedule, the lady told me, "10 a.m. is the earliest we can see you." Then, when I told her that wouldn't work, it would need to be at 8 a.m., she said, "Okay, we can put you in that slot." WHAT?
Yesterday, after a trip to the dentist (me), a run around the park (Clare), and some fries at McDonalds (we shared), Clare and I climbed back into the car. This was the conversation:
Why did you get in on that side?
This is where I need to sit to drive the car.
Dad should be here to drive the car.
Well, he could if he were here with us.
How come you and Dad are the only ones who get to drive?
When you are a lot bigger, like in 14 years, you can drive too.
When I am bigger and you and Dad are lots older and tiny you can ride in the back in carseats and I will drive you to the store and the park and the library and the post office.
Sounds like a plan!