Wow, I must have stepped on some dog poo and not known it, because it seems as though my luck has been turning around lately. Not only is the weather getting nicer (in the 50s this weekend, replacing the barely-above-zero-degree weather we've been bracing all week), but I've got not one, but TWO visitors coming from out of town to pay me a visit in the next month.
My mother had suggested a visit out to MI pretty much as soon as she heard the word "pregnant" six months ago. She had no shame in being candid about the fact that "with a grandchild in the picture, I'll come visit you and Adam wherever you live!" Wow, had I known all it took was a baby to get her out here, maybe I would've done this whole pregnancy bit years ago...
So she arrives in a week and a half, and I can hardly wait. We're going to do a spa day at the local salon, take a trip to Ann Arbor for some yummy ethnic food, and generally bum around my house (I promise it will be clean before you arrive, Mum!)
In any case, I've talked my mother up enough over the years that my local friends are itchin' to meet her. I'm trying to think of the best way to have everyone meet her at once (good thing she's not overly shy); so it looks like a small party is in order! Geez, whenever I say small, it always turns into a big to-do, but after all, it's my mother, and after all, it's my friends, so what the hell? I'd just better keep the booze locked up in case any crashers arrive. Although, Mum likes booze...(there's a good reason I'm her daughter!)
I just got an e-mail a few days ago from one of my oldest childhood friends, and she's offered to fly into MI to visit me in April, before Adam returns. That was such a nice surprise, highly unexpected. She is my baking and drinking buddy; every Xmas, we have a bake-a-thon where we make selected gooey baked goods for our holiday delight. Since I was in Michigan this past Xmas, we missed our annual drink-and-get-happy-while-not-burning-the-pie event, but I'm intent on making up for it during her April visit (sans the drinking for me, though). By April, I'll be big as a 2-family house so I'm not even going to think about putting the brakes on my dessert consumption. After all, I'll be making up for what I missed out on during the holidays.
I finally heard from my soldier last night. He called, tired and sore after having slept outside, sans tent, in cold, snowy conditions. Yep, it snowed in Georgia, too. Anyway, "slept" is a misnomer, because he said between the shivering cold that kept him awake, and the constant simulated IED blasts that forced him to get up and run every hour or so, very little sleep was actually achieved. One of his comrades whispered in his ear, "Only 50 more days of this..." so at least they all know there is an end in sight. He was a sweetheart last night, staying up way past his bedtime to talk to me even though he had to be up by 5am this morning to report for PT. Tomorrow he graduates (there's a ceremony and everything--the military is all about ceremonies, just like the Catholic Church) from this second phase of his training, and then after this weekend he's off to the last phase of it all. That's when his butt is really going to get kicked--constant field training, shared accomodations and no weekends off. We are expecting to have very limited communication this last 1 1/2 months. I'm bummed, especially now that I'm so far into the pregnancy, I fear I won't be able to contact him if I need to. But we'll leave it to the cosmos and hope for the best.
Just so you don't think I've forgotten, luck can take on the bad side, too. Remember that dog poo I must've stepped on (a sign of good luck?) Well, evidently some of it never made it under my foot--last night Kika poo'd twice in the house when I had my back turned and ate it both times. Then she burped. Yeah. Gotta balance out all that good luck, ya know.
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