Alone Again, Naturally

You know, it's Father's Day, and my dad really doesn't get much attention from me. He left when I was about 4, and, frankly, I don't have a bunch of fond memories I could share about him. I don't hold a grudge or anything, but my memories of a great dad are going to have a lot more to do with the man I married than the one who my mom did. This morning, I snuck Andrew his first ever Father's Day card, which he, thinking it was a card for HIS dad (he didn't read it very carefully) tried to sign. Silly thing. After I told him it was for him, he read it, smiled sheepishly, over the joke about being a new dad, and we stuck the card in the pile of things that will someday be known as "the babies' scrapbook".

So this post is, in the tradition of narcissistic blogging, all about me.

So this is the last couple of days that Andrew will be gone until after the babies are born. I had thought that day had passed, but he got a chance to go today till Tuesday night and I said okay.

I married Andrew right out of my mom's house. I never lived the single-girl life, never really heated up "soup for one" as a young woman. Sure, I spent time alone-- my sisters both moved out of home when I was still pretty young, and when you're a child of a single parent, you learn to be a latch key kid. But as an adult, I did not live alone till after Andrew & I were married. When he went "on cruise" in the Navy, which means a minimum of six months away, I was by myself for more than a day or so for the first time in my life. We lived in Washington state, it was usually kind of gray and rainy, and there were many, many days I spent reading a great book, (see link to the left) or playing a silly computer game while eating cookies and drinking hot tea.

I didn't mind it. I still don't mind it. In fact, I kinda like it. There's something innately satisfying to being able to plan out your day with no other person in mind. Bookstore trip? Check. Ice cream purchase? Got it. Maybe takeout from the Italian joint down the street? Hmmm. Probably. Movie on Demand? well, possibly.

But tomorrow will be officially ONE WEEK from when my babies are here, and as mommy, it'll be a long time till I'm completely alone again. When do kids start "sleepovers?" Teen? Pre-teen? So granted, they're not going to be stunning conversationalists for a long time, either, but they'll be here; I'll have to take into account other human beings in my plans for the day. It's an interesting thought.

So now, to Borders, where I'll most likely have at least one person ask me "oh boy, when is your due date?!" Then ice cream (I'm thinking something in the chocolate region). Macaroni Grill is a definite possibility. And I'm looking forward to this. I don't feel too nervous that any "dramatics" will occur as far as the babies are concerned. I'm thinking they're comfortable where they are, and aren't coming any time soon in spite of continued level 4 on a scale of 10 (pain wise) contractions (random, not regular. Lemme tell you guys, you can have these kinds of contractions for weeks. Literally). I keep saying they're going to be forcibly evicted in a week. They've been served notice. Where are they gonna get a lawyer? :)

So that's MY Sunday. Not a bad day. Maybe the calm before the storm.