My little toe

My mom is coming to visit us in a week, for about 10 days, and I can’t wait.  I haven’t seen her since the baby shower in August and I really feel like I need to see her.  I didn’t even ask, she just emailed a few weeks ago and asked if she could.  Of course!  My hormones are crazy, I need to do some shopping and organizing and there are is no one I would rather spend a week with than my mom.  I love my husband, but I’d rather drop a pound of frozen meat on my little toe than go shopping with him for something for me or the baby.  He is… mission oriented when it comes to shopping.  My mom on the other hand, goes with the flow.  We browse, we stop for coffee, we browse, we stop for a pretzel and then we get around to what we need to look at maybe 2 hours later.  Before baby, we would end our festivities with a fruity alcoholic beverage, but now, I think ice cream will be in order.

She asked what she could bring (my parents live on the other side of the country) and I told her nothing.  Just bring that Costco card.  Although evidently we’re supposed to join when we have a baby, according to friends and neighbors.  The savings on diapers alone!  Wow.  I can’t even really wrap my brain around the baby related stuff completely.

Also, this is the first day of NaBloPoMo for me and I feel a little pressure. Really?  Every day?

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