Whirlwind

It has been one of those weeks, and isn't quite over yet.

I flew to Dallas last Thursday to visit my parents, whom I hadn't seen since we got pregnant. I was really looking forward to hanging out with them for a few days. Last Sunday, before I left, we got word that Kevin's grandmother had passed away. With a memorial service in the works, we began shuffling and buying flights. So I flew to Dallas last Thursday, as planned. Then flew to California on Sunday evening, and landed in the middle of the firestorm that is sweeping the southern coast. The Santa Ana winds were unbelievable, and the sky was full of smoke. It was wild. We had the memorial service on Monday morning, then Kevin and I both flew out Monday night -- me back to Dallas, and Kevin on a red-eye back home. I spent another couple of days in Dallas, and then flew home yesterday.

I got one glorious night in my own bed last night, albeit without Kevin, who caught a train to Boston yesterday for work. Now, I'm meeting Kevin's train at Penn Station tonight, where we will catch a train over to Newark Airport and rent a car (which is considerably cheaper then renting in the city), and drive 3+ hours to Delaware to celebrate his mom's 60th birthday this weekend with his family. We will finally be home on Monday night.

It has been fun -- seeing my parents and grandfather, getting a quick visit with Kevin's extended family in California -- and we're looking forward to this weekend with his parents and sisters and spouses. But we will definitely be ready for things to slow down (hopefully?!?) next week.

Whew!

Calling all mothers!

For all those moms out there (or even for those of you who know a mom), I'm looking for a little assistance...

I'm losing my mind

Ok, I had heard about "pregnancy insanity", but never really thought much about it until recently...when I clearly began losing my mind. How is it possible to completely forget so many things. I mean, write something down for work, and then totally 100% delete it from my brain. I'll run across a note a week later and think, "Wait a minute. When did I write that down? Have I done that?" It is seriously the most disconcerting feeling. Like I have left part of my brain in a different purse. This is so totally unlike me...I tend to be a rather compulsive list-maker, scheduler, organizer -- and not just for me, it's what I get paid to do as well. So, you can see how this would be a problem at work.

Any day now I'm going to have to start leaving myself to-do lists on the bathroom mirror that say:

Brush teeth
Take shower
Get dressed

Or I'll walk right out the front door barefoot, in my pajamas, and not even realize anything is wrong. This better go away when the Littlest gets here, or I'll leave it somewhere -- at the park, at the grocery store, in a cab -- and won't even realize it until Kevin gets home and says, "Where's the baby?"

"Baby? We have a baby?"