I read all three books in three days while on vacation.
I really liked them.
I mean, they were no Harry Potter.
But there were no glittering vampires so......
I am excited to see how the movie is.
And baby girl will be taught how to use a bow an arrow and start a fire at a young age. These are skills that can be used either for her time in the Hunger Games or when she starts her reality TV career on Survivor.
Oh and Katniss has been added to the baby name list.
Women who have kids and are great moms and are fun and fab.
I expressed the fact that I want my pre-pregnancy body back ASAP.
They all laughed.
I expressed that I will have it back in a month and a half.
They all laughed.
I know I have been focusing on weight and other things to keep my mind of the fact that there is a baby inside me that will depend on me and I will have to raise and that I will probably screw up.
So I left that group of wise women and went to a family party.
I was with more great women, who were excited about girl baby...and I still was just...I don't know....indifferent.
The drive home.
When it hit me...and hard.
Girl baby in my body....and I love her. And I want her to come. And I want to love and teach and cuddle her. I got so excited that she would be here at Christmas and that she would go to the beach and that she would have so many cousins and great examples of woman around her.
And so I guess that is how it happens. I broke. The wall broke.
I am having a baby girl. I love that. I love her.
And the worries about pre-pregnancy body are fading.
Before I start this post let me tell you I am NOT crafty. I know how to purchase and package, not create. So when I was asked to make the camp journal for girls camp I of course thought of the hardest thing I could ever do and then tried to put it into action. Bestie tried to tell me it would be a lot of work. I did not listen. Knowing this...let me tell you the journal tail.
I decided on journal Bestie had shown me last year. A handmade journal with all different types of paper and envelopes and such. Cute right??? Until you are SLAPPED in the face with the realization that there are 40+ pages in this journal plus cover pages. For 15 girls. That is 1000+ pieces of paper...so I cut....and cut....and cut
I then made the cover pages. 8 in each journal 15 wait wait 16 journals. It was at this time last night I remembered there were 16 not 15 girls and that now my math was all off. And while my neighbors enjoyed 4th of July festivities I was creating cover pages.
These were the supplies I bought...because I am not crafty...and owned none of them. Not even a glue stick.
Now these next two were taken 6 hours in. My table is a mess. Glasses are off. My head on the table. Asking "why did I not just get a Spider Man notebook and write journal on the outside". By this time I had listened to the new Beyonce album 3984579375394857 times. I was delirious. And I still had to make the covers, bind, and hand write on every page. Shoot me.
Midnight. Tired. Baby is mad at me. I start the covers and leave them on floor. Hopefully my hell dog does not pee on them.
And then success. 5 more hours on Tuesday binding, writing and finishing covers. They are dropped off. There is a page in those journals that says "your favorite thing about camp". Someone best write "this sweet ass camp journal yo" or I will lose it.
Happy Birthday America
ps....i did it all for the girls. i love them and they deserve the best. but someone better say the camp journal is their favorite thing about camp. no i am just kidding. no i am not