#1's initial reaction to the announcement of the pregnancy:
Me: Okay, kids, I know dad's not here, but we decided we need to tell you something.
#2: What is it?
Me: I have an announcement!
#3: What is it?
Me: Later this year, we are going to have a huge change in our family! A huge change.
#1: Are you and dad getting divorced?
Me, gaping at my oldest daughter for a few seconds.
Me: What!? No! We're having a BABY!
#1: Oh! Yay!
#2 and #3: Yay!
#3: I wanna brother!
Me: Why would you think we were getting divorced? We're not getting divorced.
#1 shrugs: Okay. So what are you going to name the baby!? Let's make a list!
She made a list.
I didn't say anything else, but her reaction made me very nervous. Especially since Brandon and I are definitely not getting divorced. Why would she think we were? I told Brandon later that day about what #1 had said and then we both realized she had heard us talking that morning. We were stressed about finances (who in the country --world! --isn't stressed about finances right now?) and it was about 6:30AM, we were in our bed, and I was crying (I'm an emotional wreck pretty much all the time now, and I'm blaming the pregnancy --not just my depression. Besides, my depression makes me apathetic and UN-emotional. The pregnancy has reversed that it seems, except it's awful because I'm always bursting into tears. Sigh). #1 must have overheard us discussing and me crying --and, well, what 7 year old (20 year old?) hasn't figured their parents would divorce over even less than that?
I took the time to explain to her after school that sometimes people cry, and sometimes people discuss and argue, but the point is that we figure out a way to get along, apologize, compromise, etc. and then it's okay. She seemed satisfied with my answer, and I really hope she understands that it's okay to make mistakes, as long as we fix them. Because gosh-darn! We all make mistakes --especially in marriage --and I refuse to perpetuate the myth that marriage is perfect. I honestly believe kids who think marriage is perfect, or never see their parents argue, grow up to freak out when their own marriages aren't perfect. Talk about pressure! And despair.
Speaking of marriage...
...Brandon was supposed to be home today, but his company wanted him to stay an extra day in London for some more meetings, and so he's coming home tomorrow night. What's one more day after 2 weeks, right?
But then he has to go back on Feb. 8th for a week --which wouldn't be a big deal, but the 8th is #4's Second birthday, and the 11th is #2's Sixth birthday.
Sigh, sigh, sigh.
This is okay, though. It really is --I don't want you, dear reader, to think I'm upset with my husband. Because this is just what has to happen. The client is in England, so he needs to be in England to make it work, capische? Is it inconvenient? You betcha. Would it be easier if he didn't travel? Fo' shizzle! But then I would never in a million years had the chance to go to London when I did. How can I complain about that? And he's good at his job and they need him --I can't complain about that, either. It's called Job Security.
So, we'll deal. I'll miss him, but I know he misses me (and the kids) just as much, so it's all good.
Last night I met Alison Wonderland! Whoo-hoo!
Alison had a book club for her ward and the book they read was Spires of Stone by Annette Lyon. Annette and Alison are blogging buddies, and so Alison asked Annette to come. How fun would that be? To have the author of the book come to your book club? But the best part? Annette and I are blogging buddies, too! Plus, we met in November (and have exchanged emails, etc.) AND Alison and I are also blogging buddies, but we have never met. So Alison invited me to tag along, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't thrilled. Excited. Stoked. Giddy with joy. Okay, I wasn't "giddy", but I was quite content.
So, Annette and I drove up together, picked up Alison, went out to dinner, headed back to Alison's place and had an enjoyable book club. Five ladies came (besides us), and it was fun to listen to their questions and Annette's answers. I think I even giggled once or twice. Or chortled? Maybe guffawed? I know I laughed quite a bit...
After book club, Annette and I stayed longer to talk with Alison. Time went by way too fast and we finally had to leave (apologies to both Annette and Alison for my desire to just stay there all night!). It was a fab night!
And that Annette? So fun. Talented, funny, easy to talk to, and fun!
That Alison? Just as awesome as you would suspect from her blog. Except awesomer!
And now it has me in the mood to do something in March. I'm gonna have another Blogger Get-together thingy-ma-jingy. March sounds good, right? I don't want to wait too long, but let's get out of winter a little bit first. I'll let you know what I decide.
Until then, dear reader, adieu.