Mike wanted to go camping over Memorial Day weekend. I decided I am far too pregnant and uncomfortable to be camping at this point. Sleeping on the ground in a cold tent and having to get up several times a night to hike to the bathroom does not sound like a good time at 36 weeks pregnant! I (bravely) opted to stay home, all by myself, and let the boys enjoy the great outdoors.
This was the first time I had spent the night away from Warren. Yep, that's right. Take that in for just a moment. It's been 2 years and 7 months since I've been alone for more than an hour or two. It was heaven! Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I really love spending quality time with me, myself & I! I scheduled a prenatal massage Saturday afternoon (amazing). I ate crappy food with no concern about what anybody else would eat. I went shopping and didn't worry about how long I had been in the store. I watched HGTV and Real Housewives without anybody whining, "can we watch something else?".
While Warren was out of the house, I took the opportunity to turn his old nursery into the new nursery. It turned out pretty darn cute! I only have a crappy iPhone picture right now, but promise to take better pictures later (Mike had the Nikon on his camping trip).
When Warren got home and saw the new nursery he promptly informed me that the crib is his bed and the baby is not allowed to sleep in his bed. Classic.
On another note, my Grandma Kurtz turned 95 on Sunday. Happy birthday Grandma; I wish I could have been there! Here she is celebrating with a couple of her kids/kids-in-law:
She's amazing!
