new wheels

The time where we spent nine hours looking at various vehicles better suited to hold our expanding family. Jimmy flipped back and forth in his diligent notes of research, we called our undercover agent to check out underlying prices in the world outside of dealerships, and Ruby and I ate an entire machine of Mike & Ikes as she pleaded with silly giggles to please get this done and get out of here.


I have never seen someone so drunk with lack of sleep liqueur, but I'll never complain about her throwing fits of giggles rather than tears.  She happily made herself at home in Chevy Chase's office as we looked at specific details and all possibilities.  She took her shoes, socks, and coat off and thankfully, she stopped there with the clothing removal.  Procession of drunken with tiredness activities ensued when she ran laps around and underneath his desk while laughing maniacally.

I don't know how to finagle our errands around so that we always go to Sam's Club with a twenty minute time limit due to threats of closing, but it must be done.  I have never gotten Jimmy in and out of there so quickly.  And Ruby slept like a hobo in the top portion of the cart while we picked up necessities.

Apparently the excitement of a shiny new set of wheels sent me into some sort of labor spell for a few hours last night.  Scary.  I had many contractions, which started out innocent and all Braxton Hicks like, but when a few turned scary and painful, I chugged a bottle of water and laid down, willing them to disappear and not come back for at least ten weeks.

They haven't been present since last night.  In the meantime, I'll try not to get too excited over anything; I can't handle the nightmare scenarios that enter my mind when such frightening things begin happening.  The world isn't quite ready for another precious H baby.  It was an odd reverse of traditional roles in our house.  Jimmy, the usually sane and calm thinking one, looked at me and said, "You're really scaring me.  I don't understand why you aren't more worried about this."  Pleading, worried eyes made my heart melt a little when his words tumbled out, but I was so focused on making myself relax as I laid in bed, that I tried not to stir up many more emotions.  It was interesting to be on the other side of the freaking out fence, even if it was just a great facade.  Truthfully, I was quite worried, but I knew stress would only make it worse.

Ten weeks, baby.  Ten weeks.  Then I'll say to bring on those contractions so we can meet your sweet face.