Two weeks in Florida have come and gone – and now that I’m back to life, back to reality, it’s also time to get back to the blog.
Size: we’ve got a bell pepper on our hands, folks!
Name: My little caramel. Contrary to popular belief, we’re not actually naming our child “Caramel.” Last week at the Young Life All-Staff Conference, while meeting with about 60 people from our region, I stood up and introduced the hubs and “Little Caramel.” Given that a few of our staffers are a) black, and b) work primarily with African American populations, we definitely had this conversation: “Wow, so your first kid, and you already have the name picked out: Cara-mel. How nice.” “Um, no. I was just trying to be funny.” James just shook his head. So friends, no, our future child will not be named Caramel – but maybe the dog?
Gender: Okay, so we’ve got a pretty big hunch, which will be confirmed in the AM. What do YOU think we’re having?
Maternity Clothes: Eh. I need to hit up Goodwill again.
Food Cravings: Chocolate milkshake + pizza = heavenly goodness. I’m a healthy kid!
Currently reading: Way too many to list (see previous weeks).
Most interesting reading fact: I’m sure they say this in every book, but I had to learn from experience: listen to your body, self! This past Friday, we had a free day with the Disney hopper pass, and I mean, come on, does it get any more magical than that? Granted, I wasn’t able to go on any fun rides, although I did show Pirates of the Caribbean who’s boss. But the story: I should have stopped after five hours of walking, instead of heading to both Hollywood Disney and the Epcot Center. And I didn’t. So upon leaving Epcot around 9 that evening, I was glad it was dark, because I hit the “if I have to take one more step, I’m going to start crying” point. While then trailing 15 steps behind friends Guy and Lily, my eyes welled up with tears as my feet and body screamed and yelled at me in horror. The subsequent chocolate milkshake and cheese pizza never tasted so good, and the moral of the story is: listen to your body. Amen.
Feeling: Good – I got 11 hours of sleep last night, and have therefore declared hibernation necessary before sleep deprivation hits.
Missing: hot tubs.
Anticipating: The joy of returning home and re-entering life here.