The kids have been shipped off to the cottage with Grammie and Grampa, where I am to join them later. I was coerced into taking some time to do really important stuff like blog, read blogs, enter contests, oh and maybe hang out laundry. Where does the guilt come from? It comes from the fact that the boys aren't driving me nuts today (in fact they're being little angels) and I feel like I should be spending time with them while I feel like being nice so they don't draw pictures of me with an "angry" face. The kids are also having a Grammie and Grampa day tomorrow when I will be *cough cough* too sick for Russ to go to work (we're sneaking off to Ottawa so Russ can secretly apply for some better jobs - I will be deposited at Starbucks and Chapters for hours upon joyful book-perusing, hot caramel apple cider-swigging hours). Yes, it's ridiculous that I have a knot of anxiety in my stomach from taking this time for myself, I am fully aware of this.
I was just over at the Pinks & Blues website where they're having another contest. This time it's for a pretty purse and coconut cream from The Body Shop. It'll be worth the guilt of staying home if I win ;)
We had our most favouritest friends up for the day yesterday, which is always fun. I almost got an adorable picture of Josey and his little girlfriend Ava standing on the rungs of the new cedar fence, looking out at the field of cows. By the time I got my camera they had climbed down, then when I made them get back up to fake the picture the battery died. Bummer. Not so bummer? Ava's mom Lynn is pregnant again with baby #3. She was my pregnancy partner with both Josey and Roanen (Ava is a month younger than Josey and Cara is 2 months older than Roanen), and now she's coincidentally accidentally pregnant, due officially in January, but since she has had 2 preemies, it's more likely that she'll pop in December. I think I may be more excited than they are :)
The panic has set in. Since I'm 28 weeks (tomorrow), it actually feels real now that I'm having another baby. Frantically reading all my Baby Whisperer books. Considering putting the crib up. Peeking into boxes of baby clothes. But, feeling a little more prepared, surprisingly enough. And guess what! Russ finally agreed to the name I picked for a girl! Yay! Now we're working on middle names, which he is once again being extremely picky about, but I can live with that since I got my way. Now it had better be a girl so I can actually use the name I worked so hard to get.