This was a good week, finally. I had a couple hard days but, overall, it was very pleasant. I got to have, not one, but two dates with my boyfriend/husband/love of my life. What a cutie! No person knows me so well or can make me so happy. I've missed him like crazy. We've both been so busy with work and school that we haven't had a lot of time to actually be together aside from eleven o'clock when our heads hit the pillow. We're both so exhausted that it doesn't take long for one or both of us to fall asleep. Tuesday night as I laid in bed beside my sweetie I started to talk to him about my day and my ideas and spiritual thoughts I'd experienced in the past week. In the middle of one of my ocean-deep pontifications I decided to ask for his opinion. Silence. I asked him again. Silence. I poked him. Grunt. He had fallen asleep. Poor guy. He's been working himself to death.
Either that or my thoughts are very boring. No, he is probably just exhausted.
I found out I'm going to be an aunt in August to a beautiful baby boy. This is super exciting to me. When I married Paul I inherited two nieces and two nephews. About nine years ago, my nephews died shortly after they were born so I never got a chance to meet them. My nieces I have met. They live with Paul's parents. But this new baby is different.
He's the first little person to come into my life from one of my siblings/sibling-in-laws that I got to be a part of from the walk down the aisle to the phone call announcing the pregnancy and now the 3-D pictures of his little face and hands. Sharing his parents joy has been a wonderful experience. I can't wait for him to arrive. I can't wait to hold him and be his aunt. This is so exciting!
The only thing better than a new little nephew would be a new little son. Not that I need a baby. I'm thinking about getting a gold fish to keep me company and to be my baby. What do you think? He can live in my bathtub and we can bond over showers. His name will be Squishy and he shall be mine. He shall be my. . . Squishy.
Fish are easier than babies. They can poop anytime they want and I don't have to clean up after them but once a week. Feeding them is a breeze. A little pinch of fish flakes and tah dah! Done. They don't need played with, and when they die it's a quick trip down the porcelain express and off to the fish store to find a replacement before Paul gets home. I suspect they are cheaper than a baby as well. Man. I gotta get me a fish!