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When you're gone, I wanna go, too...

I feel like I'm all a'flutter. Not only did I get to have an awesome lunch with a sweet friend (and got turtle cheesecake to go!) and receive a belated (and very awesome) birthday gift, I was able to get my hair trimmed and I understand it's "just hair" but when it's bad, it's about the only thing that matters. At least to a girl. I don't know how guys feel about this. I doubt they get as emotionally involved as we do when it comes to such things. Which is probably a good thing, because if my husband ever allowed a "bad hair day" to wreck his mood, I'd probably smack him. It's amazing how we make certain things permissible for some and not all. Or something.
To top off this fantastic day of sunshine, complete with a Yankee candle that is scenting up my house with fresh cut lilacs and a puppy (well, an 80+ lb. "puppy") snoring away on the deck (no, really) this day is pretty intoxicating. Plus, not only did my hairsty…

Just a small town girl...

My baby boy is due to arrive next weekend. How crazy is that?! I've been a little nostalgic as I look back over the past nine months and all the milestones... the night I found out and cried and cried until my husband came home (not the reaction I expected to have), the first time I felt the baby move, how I miraculously gained 30 lbs. without even trying, how I had very significant fruit cravings for each trimester: 1st Trimester = Apples. 2nd Trimester = Canned Peaches. And 3rd Trimester = Oranges (an obscene amount of oranges).
And over the next year, there will be more milestones, but they will be my son's... not mine and his. Just his. I'll mark his ability to roll over, sit up, eat solid foods and the first time he says, "Daddy" on the calendar hanging in his room. It's kind of funny to think that as he grows, he will get more and more independent, even though in the beginning he will be so incredibly dependent on us for his care and survival.…

I only want to be wanted by you...

... I saw a quote last week or some time in the past that said, "2 a.m., we have to stop meeting this way. I want to sleep with you." Amen.
... There's something not right about not knowing whether you want to have a snack or puke.
... I am 37 weeks pregnant. That feels as though it should somehow tell you everything you need to know.
... Odd hours make me fixate on odd things. Such as: Why did I ever think it was a good idea to cut my hair? Or worse, I get songs stuck on repeat in my head. And they aren't sweet, peaceful, sleep-inducing songs. They're typically dance party-type mixes that I'd take to the gym. If I went to the gym.
... We officially locked in a name for our Baby Boy! It's been an ongoing saga with us. But now he has a first and middle name. My heart did a little flip once we finally decided. We bought letters to hang above his crib, spelling out his name. So there's no going back, now!
... I love my grandparents. We ha…