Things that life...

"Cosas que la vida te pone adelante,

Nada que se cruze cambiara tu rumbo,

Nunca creerias que ese raro instante

Si bajaba sube, y cambia tu mundo"

Loosely translated:

"Things that life puts in front of you

Nothing that crosses will change your path,

You would have never believed that rare instant,

If it was going down, it now goes up

and it changes your world"

It's my latest favorite song... I wish everyone could hear it, and better yet, understand it...

Still waiting.  At times it seems the baby is going to come out, and then it doesn't.  Fortunately I'm surrounded by a lot of love, and I do have some amazing friendships...  Mostly old  and a couple new, life has certainly improved since we moved to California...

Yesterday I took my kids and my friend's (aka: "Toothpaste Chef" and her brother) to Target.  It was the funniest and most exhausting thing.  Her brother, though, definitely got the award for Best Lines of the night.  I especially loved it when we were discussing dinner ("My mommy says McDonald's is bad for you", "Ok, how about Burger King?" "YES, that's good!!"), and he kept saying "booger" instead of burger, but not in like "Booger King" but as in "My sister wants to eat a booger"...  "She wants cheese on her booger" and "Sometimes I like boogers, but tonight I want chichen nuggets"...  Not an easy conversation to have when you have around-the-clock morning sickness, but funny as shit nevertheless...

Another day gone by.  One less day to wait until my husband comes home...  I can't wait.  The last few months have been so incredibly wonderful between us, these are the times I wish it would last forever.  But then something happens...  "if it was down it goes up, and everything changes..." 

So I'm enjoying it fully and not thinking of anything else.  Even when I miscarry, (hopefully the reason it hasn't happened yet is because it will happen when my husband is with me) I'm sure it will be fairly peaceful.  And in my usual sick way, I want my husband to be here because I believe this should be our experience.  He missed my first miscarriage and I remember wanting him with me so badly...

I miss him, I miss him, God I miss him...  He's been gone too long and needs to come home. 

Four more days.

Gabriela