If I were a dog, I'd like to have Salem's life (minus my mom forgetting my birthday this morning). Well, and minus my uncle who threatens to turn me into labrador-burgers. It's okay, before I saw Salem for the first time, I didn't want a dog either - and in fact was not a dog person at all. But I just had to have her. I didn't tell anyone we were getting her and just showed up on my mom's front porch with her one day. I knew she'd tell me not to get her otherwise, and I just had to have her.
Granted, there have been days [like when she ate my planner, or bills, or picture albums, or proof book from our wedding, or her lethal tail knocked over drinks on the coffee table, or she pulled me across the street to chase a squirrel while on her leash, or embarassed us by being the only dog to pee in PetSmart during puppy training classes, need I go on?] that our decision has seemed less than wise. But all in all, even in light of these things, I could not be more glad to have her; and I'm glad that our daughter will get to grow up having a doggie friend. (Even if I am training Salem by letting her lick on all of Chris & Jen's kids to get it out of her system so she doesn't lick our newborn baby too much; or if I will be even more obsessive about the FURminator and Dyson so that there are not hairs on baby blankets, bibs, clothes, etc.) And I guess the licking isn't always bad, it's just a sure way to know that she loves us, even when we forget her birthday. Happy birthday Slim-Shady!
Last Friday was our appointment to find out if you are a girl or a boy. We cannot believe we don't have to call you 'it' anymore when we talk to other people about you. As I sat through a highschool graduation this past weekend, I could not believe that in 18 years, I would be sitting through yours. Your sweet dad reminded me that there are going to be a lot of things we have to survive with you before that! As the mom's around me went on and on about how they felt like their children had just gotten finished with preschool, and how could they be here at highschool graduation, I felt like I could jump into the conversation with "I know can you believe that just a few weeks ago my child was just a manatee, and is now 1/2 of a pound!?"...but realized I might get some funny looks. But, if I feel this way already, I cannot imagine what a mess I will be at your highschool graduation and beyond.
You are growing strong and healthy just like your dad prays for you every day. Your heart is beating strong, your kidneys are working, and your little bladder was even full. Not as full as mine always feels though I'm sure. You kept kicking the ultrasound head through my tummy so we got lots of good chances to see that you have all 10 of your toes, and your foot looks long enough to let you grow into a tall Bruce!
We bought you your first clothes this week - because I just couldn't resist - and your closet filled up some more thanks to your Aunt Becky. Your Aunt Whitney got engaged the same day we found out what you are, and there has been lots of celebrating in Charlotte this past week!
Your dad and I finally chose all of our paint colors for your new home, and are even picking out things for your room. We hope you will feel cozy and loved in your sweet little room. It will not be pink...but it will not be blue; but we hope that green will be perfect for you, our sweet little girl!
We love you and are so excited to meet you!
Your mom and dad"
But what really helped was when Kat and Matt asked us the next day if we wanted to go on a last minute trip to Charleston. Of course, first of all my much too planned self thought, “no, we’re keeping Mike’s dog this weekend, we don’t have anyone to watch our own dog this weekend, Terry has basketball Saturday morning, the cable guy is coming to set up our cable on Saturday, Terry has a corn-hole tournament Saturday afternoon [I know, busy guy, huh?] – we can’t go.” Then I thought…wait a minute, wasn’t I just sobbing (literally) last night about needing to relax, and in a very short few months we are not going to be able to pick up and go like this…so we went! The dear hubs didn’t even hesitate to cancel his plans to let us go on this get away and regain some sanity for his dear crazy wife.
And boy was it worth it. We drove down early, spent the day on the beach – baby’s first trip to the beach. Couldn’t believe we didn’t have chairs as I’m lamenting and struggling through not being allowed to lay flat on my back anymore – this is mostly horrible at night, but hello, laying on the beach…so Terry and Matt dug me a chair in the sand complete with a backrest and arm rests – can’t believe we didn’t take a picture, it was amazing, I was definitely the envy of Sullivan’s Island. I ate a HAMBURGER for lunch from the infamous Poe’s. We strolled downtown and rocked in some great rocking chairs while we waited for dinner at S.N.O.B.
This deserves a post of its own, but since I’m already going on and on…here’s the short version of this amazing dinner. I sent a text message to my brother on our way down to Charleston because they were at the beach for the week at Hilton Head. He asked where we were eating dinner, and said he recommended this place, S.N.O.B. We tried to get reservations, but the earliest available were at 9:45 – past my bedtime folks! So while we went to eat elsewhere, we stopped in to put our name in for brunch the next day – but they weren’t serving brunch the next day – but said they could get us in to sit at a different table in 45 minutes. Sold.
So Adam, even if you did get your name on the board in elementary school when I warned you not to...I guess you turned out okay. Thanks again Ad, you're my favorite brother :)