I could road trip.

I could stay here.

If I stay, I might shop. I’ll do some sleeping, some cleaning, some reading, some dreaming.

I could do any of those things next week, but what won’t I be doing? I won’t be working, and for the purpose of this discussion, that’s the main point. (I suppose that’s not entirely true…I’ll work Friday and Saturday, but that seems like light years away. And yes, I know that a light year is actually a measure of distance rather than time, but YOU GET MY POINT.) Consecutive days off, come to Mama.

Confession: Sometimes, when I’m watching television, I get sucked into shows that I’d never actually plan to watch. I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant is one of those shows. It’s on TLC, I think. It’s a simple premise, really. The show tells the stories of women who…didn’t know they were pregnant. (They did a great job with the show’s title, don’t you think?) I keep watching because I’m amazed. I mean, I get that the human body typically behaves in certain way given a set of circumstances. Sometimes, though, it doesn’t. These women think they’ve got indigestion or the flu but really they are preggers and ready to give birth. Many of these births happen at home, some at the hospital. The one thing that these births have in common: THEY LOOK LIKE THEY HURT. A lot. There’s rarely time for things like pain meds and monitors. You know, the essentials. Everyone tells me it’s different when it’s your own and you forget about the pain and while I don’t mean to discount the well-meaning advice of friends…just, ouch.

On a related note: welcome to the world, Violet! Your parents are so glad you’re here and I can’t wait to meet you!