Now I'm home and returning to some sort of normalcy and real life again. I need to assemble that. And returning to normality is being back to regular schedule programming with getting to write or post pictures of whatever the heck I feel like. Also, I don't want to be all Disney!Disney!Disney! crazy either. I mean, I like Disney, it's cool and all, but I'm also not one of those Mickey-ears-wearing-types, either. (More power to you if you do. Also, is it a LAW that you have to wear the bride/groom Minnie/Mickey ears if you just got married, like, every.single.day, 'cuz ferrreal.)
There's nothing quite like getting back to your bed. Seriously. I think I take the comfort of it for granted after being home for so long. But my bed? Is oh so good. Like a perfectly made sleep zone for me and me alone. Okay, Declan can sleep here, too. Okay, he does.
Also, I missed my pregnancy pillow. Yes, I use one of those ginormous (great wall of china) "C" shaped pillows and I'm not ashamed. It's one of the reasons I tend to sleep like a baby up until the end of my pregnancies. Sleeping with three pillows at the hotel was overrated. One at my head, one under my belly, one behind my back. I was over it. So yes. Pregnancy pillow, I missed you.
There's nothing quite like being slapped in the face with normal-life though when you get home and your dog has chronic diarrhea (sidenote: I can never spell that word without looking it up) throughout the night. Oh yea, that's fun. And it always happens when we go away, too. It's like, WELCOME HOME MOM AND DAD, NOW CLEAN UP AFTER ME SNITCHES.
It's a good time. EXCEPT WHEN IT'S NOT.
To his defense (baha. I defend my pup. Sue me.), we did keep him at the kennel this time, and for some reason his transition back home is always rough on him. It takes a day or two to adjust him back. I have no idea the reasoning, but he's always been sensitive to small changes (environments, food, etc).
And now that I've talked about my dogs feces for the world to see--oh look! a chicken!
Back to talking about less gross things.
Emeline is still sleeping this morning. She's been asleep for almost 13 hours so far. Disney Hangover say whaaaa? She missed her bed, too. Although I have to say that she did amazzzing in the sleep department there. I'm so glad with how easy it was. More on that later when I write another post buzzing in my head.
More normal-life. This morning I have to go drink The Drink and do my glucose test. I'm about a week or two behind on that, but the trip messed me up. The doctor said it wouldn't be a big deal pushing it back to this week. So this morning I get to go drink a syrupy orange drink in a waiting room, play on my phone for an hour while trying not to pass out from the sugar-coma it puts you in, then get poked & prodded by needles. Fun! Although, in a weird way I'm looking forward to the alone time. (Funny how things in my prior life, I hated-like gynecology appointments, dentist appointments, bloodwork, etc become things I look forward to as a mother. Pathetic, really.)
I'm getting more excited to meet the baby in my belly each and every day. I find myself day dreaming about a little newborn again. The sweet smell. The kisses. The little toes and fingers. I'm getting really giddy about it all. And yet, I'm so not ready at the same time. Weird how that works.
Also, she is like a little ninja in there. Must have been all the ICEE's.
I guess that's enough of nothing for today.
Okay, I lied. 'Gonna start posting some pics here and there. These all came from my Momma's birthday night (May 9--the day before Eme's birthday!).