babies:mamas:dramas

I just flew in from Houston and boy, are my arms tired!

I arrived in Houston at around 2 pm and was instantly greeted by the 90 degree weather. It was so welcome considering it had been chilly these past couple weeks here in Seattle. I don't remember much about my flight there since it left at 510 AM and I had gotten NO sleep the night before, I slept the whooooole way! I don't even remember the take off or landing...

The whole purpose of me being in Houston was to help my sister, who is 8 months pregnant and my mom prep for my sisters baby shower the next day(Saturday), so the whole rest of my Friday was spent running to various places picking out the best appitizers, finger sandwiches, decorations, and ironing boards for the ocassion(ok, maybe my sister just needed an ironing board). I was literally amazed at how my sister, being 5'2 and carrying a big ole baby in her stomache could run from place to place in four inch heels without tipping over. Oh, the wonders of science.

Saturday we woke up early to finish the food and decorating the house for the baby shower. At about noon people (when I say people, I mean mostly NFL cheerleaders who I'm pretty sure are superhuman robots) started showing up. I haven't been to many baby showers, but this was one of the best ones ever. There was never a dull moment, the food was DElish, and my sister received SO many nice gifts, and most of what she needed for the baby when it gets here. I was pleasantly surprised at how nice all the girls were and was not surprised at all that the combined weight of all of them equaled the weight of my left leg.

I could only stay the weekend because I have to work on Mon so I left Sunday night. I was/am so sad, I wasn't ready to go! I miss my sister so much and feel like I am missing out on so much by not living near each other. I'm jealous of her friends and her husbands side of the family because they get to experience and see everything before I do. For instance, when baby Connor is born they get to be one of the first to hold him, where I have no idea the next time I'll be able to get to Houston, when my sister is shopping for bridesmaid dresses her friends get to be the ones to help her pick them out...I dunno, it just got me thinking about why I'm still in Seattle. Not that I would pack up and move to Texas tomorrow, but it does get me wanting to get out "there"more...once this whole living in Seattle/straightening shit out period is over I think it's time for a change...a big one...