A Weekend of Surprises (Part 2)

For those of you visiting my blog for the first time from ICLW, welcome! My story is on the sidebar. It's not a simple one. As I declared in my topics that I write about in my sign up, I'm pregnant, almost 28 weeks in fact. If you need to run away, now is the time to do so. _________________________________________________

So yesterday I regaled you about how my brother shocked the h*ll out of me by returning home after almost two years in Australia.

I went to bed that night elated, and still in shock. I kept muttering to myself as R and I crawled into bed, "I can't believe he's home!"

The next morning we woke up, had our showers and got ready for the day. We were staying in the condo building's guest suite since my parents were all out of room. We treked over to my parent's place for breakfast. As I walk into the living room, I catch something out of the corner of my eye: a string of scrapbook-like pages strung on a ribbon and attached to the top of the blinds covering the patio door.

Baby themed.

Tired and not sure what to think I looked at my Mom. She tried to make us guess what it was about. I probably could have guessed but decided to let her tell. She said that a bunch of people were coming over later...

So we got hit with a pseudo-surprise baby shower! She couldn't keep it completely a secret since they had a bunch of prep work and we would have been around and have figured it out of course.

So my Aunt and 4 of my friends (and my family of course) had a little baby shower for us in the afternoon. Of the activities scheduled, I think the baby bottle drinking contest was the funniest. It was for the guys of course. Although the baby food tasting contest was amusing too. Adult taste buds are so very different from those of a baby if babies actually like all that stuff.

It was a lot of fun and there were many oohs and aahs over the cute things we got. A pink snowsuit anyone? And yes there were many jokes about my possibly going into spontaneous labour with all the excitement. Obviously, we're okay on that front.

I think what I came to realize the other day was how much I needed this weekend. It was a couple of days where I didn't think about what could still go wrong. Not once. You would think that after almost 28 weeks, I'd have relaxed about the outcome of this pregnancy. And in most ways, I have. The fear is mild, built out of the knowledge the things rarely go as planned. But I also know that that's okay.

Strange after all the pain and heartache, that things could go so smoothly. Maybe that's what makes me nervous. I'm not used to things going from Point A to Point B in a smooth single line. I'm used to bumps, hills, mountains, you name it. A squiggly line, zigging this way and that, the end point elusive and not meant to be found.

This is new territory for me. I'm learning to enjoy it. As I type on my laptop, my belly is twitching and bouncing in strange exaggerated motions. What could this child POSSIBLY be doing in there?

We're happy like this, Bean and I. It's working for us, this little co-habitation deal we've got going. I'll be so sad when it ends but I'm starting to get excited about the idea of meeting this little girl who's already stolen our hearts and taken over our lives.