About 2 weeks ago, my guy says his stepdad invited him to Costa Rica for a week around the same time as the Disney trip. I figured it would be the only time he would be able to get away before things get nerve-wracking. I told him if he wanted to go, then he should. It sounded like a good time: fishing, visiting a beautiful foreign country, hanging out with just the guys for a while. He said he'd think about it. Then he figures he might not be able to with classes he needs to take, wanting to save his vacation days, etc.
On Easter, my guy tells me he's seriously thinking about maybe us going to Disney. He said he'd have to look into it some more though. I put in a request for that week off, so it would be on file in case we were able to go; if not, I could always pull it. I called my doctor and got the go-ahead. She said I just have to make sure they let me stand up and walk the center aisle no more than 2 hours into the flight. Then he tells me he has to take a test for work that week. I meant to pull the request the next day, but we were so busy, I didn't have time to remember to go up there and remove it.
On Friday he tells me we're going!! He's worked it all out. We were trying to figure out the best way to get there and back, days we could go (his family's staying a little longer than we can), etc.
Of course, Friday is also the day we find out the injector pump blew in the crawl space. You know, the space I just put all our luggage in about 2 weeks ago. Ugh. Oh, and clothes are something else we are running into. I have 1 pair of maternity jeans, maybe 3 shirts, and maybe 3 dresses. No shorts, not a large variety of clothing. We've been trying really hard not to buy maternity clothes because I'm not going to need them for too much longer, and I'm in scrubs 5 days a week. But then again, after wearing the exact same thing on repeat to every event, every weekend, every everything... you start to feel like a shlub. So I'll probably have to go out and get at least 2 outfits. (I have to buy a super nice dress anyways for the work party in mid-May so....)
But yeah... I'm going to Disney!! Last time I went I was like 13 and it was hurricane season. My sisters, cousin, Grammy and I went. We had a blast, but it did rain the entire time. We have some fun pictures from that trip, and it could have been horrible. Thing is, we made it fun because it was the experience. That's what my guy is worried about now. He's afraid I won't have any fun. He says I'll be 6 and a half months pregnant, walking around, in the heat, can't ride any rides... But I know I'm going to have fun!!
- It's probably not going to be as hot as he thinks (I don't remember Florida being unbearable in April when I lived there).
- Sure we'll walk alot. But since I can't ride most of the rides they'll want to go on, I'll get to sit a lot too. I can take lots of breaks, drink lots of water...
- I always have a lot of trouble getting on that first roller coaster anyways. This time, instead, I'll maybe get to ride some of the kiddie rides with Matt's cousin's son (who's almost 3). Get a taste of what it will be like for me in the near future! That's starting to sound more and more fun too!
- The place we are staying has a shuttle back and forth from there to the parks. Worst case scenario, I just take the shuttle back to the hotel and relax by the pool or nap!
I'm like a little kid now. Just waiting to go!
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