Maybe Baby
From the day you start dating, people want to know when you're going to get married. As soon as you cut that first slice of wedding cake, people want to know when you'll make a baby. It has been eighteen months since our wedding and today I had to go and buy our first pregnancy test.
Now, keep in mind, Jeff and I are in no hurry for a family. We want to travel a little more, close on a new home and find a bag of money on the side of a road filled with lots of cash. We want kids, we feel that we would make okay parents, but now?
I have been queasy and exhausted all week. So queasy that my coworkers were worried and tired that I would only have enough strength to keep one eye opened on my drive home from work. That's bad. Today was our first day in more that three weeks we actually had down time and spent it on the couch watching movies. There is tons of stuff that needed to get done, but I just couldn't move off the couch. Jeff and I tried to figure out what could be wrong. Suddenly, Jeff asked if I could be pregnant.
I drove like a bat out of hell to the nearest drug store for a test. The whole way home I was praying that my oven was off and the store was out of buns. When I got home, I read the directions, and took the test.
Something changed when Jeff entered the bathroom to see how I was doing and if there were any results. I knew I didn't want a baby yet, but in the back of my mind I was thinking how cool it would be to have a little Jeff to go with the big one. How we would make great parents and our kids would be bitchin' cute.
We waited the required three minutes and looked at the stick. Two lines meant you could be pregnant, one line meant you're not.
One line.
Thank God. Too much going on that the moment for a kid to come around and make it worse. We don't have time for diapers. We have a cancer dog, sick family, bills and laundry, have clocked in about 60 hours a week at work, and are still house hunting. I actually found time to update my blog and that only takes 20 minutes! If we are this crazy busy with life now, I can't imagine a baby.
I'm still am going to take my little pill everyday, I'll just make sure that I don't forget.
Mr. and Mrs. Crispy
We left Saturday morning around 7:00 AM, stopped at Starbucks then hit the interstate. We arrived in Fort Myers around 11:30. I took Jeff on a small tour of where I went to school, where I used to hang out, the house I grew up in and even visited an old neighbor.
About 1:00, we had lunch on Fort Myers Beach and munched on steamed shrimp, fried oysters and clams. Jeff couldn't believe the many dozens of shrimp boats docked behind restaurants delivering tasty sea treats. South Florida is tops when it comes to the seafood. You can't beat it. After lunch we made our way to Sanibel.
At the toll plaza, the lady taking our money really encouraged me to get some sun. I was way to pale and needed some color. I should kick her ass for what happened.
We checked in to the Sanibel Island Beach Resort (nice), unpacked and changed for a stroll on the beach and dinner.
At the Lazy Flamingo, we had two pounds of steamed shrimp. Not the little pinky size you get when eating out, these were as big as your middle and index finger put together. Raw oysters, conch fritters and cold beer. Some of the best food I have had in a long time. Afterwards, we went down to the fishing pier where about thrirty men were shark fishing and I drove over a snake with the car and killed it.
Sunday, we packed our beach bad and headed off to Captiva for beach time. Now, If you know us well, Jeff and I hate the beach. I even grew up on the beach! We covered ourselves with SPF 50 and spent four hours in the water taking some time to buy hotdogs from Joey's Hotdogs. This guy drives his boat to shore and grills up hotdogs and sells frozen Snickers.
We returned to our room. For those who never believed me when I say I skip red and go straight to purple, Jeff was there. I took my shirt off and Jeff freaked out. My skin was the color of eggplant. Jeff looked like a dessert cherry. Quickly, the pain set in and we were paralyzed.
We used delivery for dinner and charged sunburn goop to our room spending the night in the worst pain ever.
We had lunch at the Mucky Duck Pub on Captiva (a real British pub right on the beach and it gets washed out every hurricane season) and made our way for a five hour drive home.
Jeff has blisters the size of quarters in clusters all over his body and is still at the doctor. I came home after work and took a bath with 5 quarts of aloe, 2 quarts of coco butter and burn cream. It helped a little, But I think I just made the peeling come faster. We have had worse, but when you grow up and have to go to work everyday dress nice and smile, it really sucks.
I hat that toll plaza bitch. My skin was just fine, but I had to listen to her and now my skin is falling off!
Please leave suggestions on burn relief. No Motrin, aloe, coco butter or the blue stuff needed. We've got it.
