My instinct was to title this ‘My baby’s first stayover’ then I realised that while she is still MY baby, she’s no longer A baby. Cry. She’s growing so fast.
Anyway, it’s her first stayover at my folks place tonight. It’s part of our damage control plan for when I have to stay in hospital next month (NEXT MONTH! OMG!) She’s quite excited about having a pajama party with Ma and watching tv in Pappa’s bed. There have been a few times when we have been leaving their place and she wanted to stay so I’m sure she will be fine for the night. It’s gonna be J and I who will be nervous wrecks sitting at home.
The selfish part of me is hoping for a phonecall in the night to say ‘come and get her, she won’t stop crying for you’ but that’s a foolish thing to hope for. I want her to have fun. I want her to miss us but trust that we will be back when we say we will. And a night alone is something we havnt had in over three years. If I weren’t so uncomfortably pregnant this evening alone would be much more exciting *nudge nudge wink wink* but for now, cuddles and a movie is exactly what we need.
Ugh. I miss her already. Luckily I have a busy day planned getting all the new baby stuff sorted and packed away with two of my friends coming over to help. I’ll save the tears for when they leave.
The Cheeky Optimist 