Babymooning

Remember a few months back, Jeremy and I were going to go out of town for our anniversary? And remember how I freaked out about my kids somehow getting run over by a car if I left them? (Maybe I never said it, but that was the reason I didn't want to leave them. Chalk it up to crazy pregnancy hormones.)

Well, Jeremy and I are going on a Babymoon (that's what they are calling it now when you go on a mini-trip with your spouse when you are pregnant. Whatever.)! Jeremy thought it would be good for us to get away overnight. And since I am about to pop, it's probably our last chance to do so for a while. So, we decided to head out of town to somewhere exciting and fun! We decided to go to Provo! (Jeremy didn't want to go too far. But, hey! We'll be right across the street from the movie theater!) We made reservations, and I went to bed exhilarated. Wow! A whole day with just Jeremy! Yay!

At some point in the middle of the night, I began to rethink things (I wonder if my baby has secretly wrapped tentacles around my brain and is starting a hostile takeover...). I thought, "Gee, Jeremy and I get to spend evenings together, and weekends...we really don't need to go out of town..." I then sat up, slapped myself, and told myself to stop it.

It's that kind of thinking that produces conclusions that are completely absurd... like "Hydrogen bombs are enormous, pink water balloons" (which reminds me of my 13th birthday party, where I and some co-conspirators launched a water-filled regular balloon down the stairs into the living room, resulting in muffled giggles as Dad loudly threatened to toss my friends down the stairs and cancel the party. Which makes me think of more fun I had with stairs: The only thing that beats going down an entire flight of stairs in a cardboard box is jumping from the top of the stairs to the bottom. Try both sometime, you will see what I mean.).

This Babymoon will be good for us, and good for the kids. Nothing like getting away from people to make you like them better (like this morning when I left the kids with my Ma-in-law to go to the doctor, and when I came back an hour later, Joshua felt the need to tell me his life story, and Eva ran to me screaming "Moommmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" like she hadn't seen me for years.).

My only fear is that I will go into labor before Thursday. I have a feeling that my little one is a troublemaker...