Today on Square Piece, I’m throwing caution to the wind and admitting just how demented I really am (and how patient and understanding my husband is).
Scary, intense stuff, mmmmkay?
One of the realizations that hit me when I was calculating our due date (Oct. 30th), was that this baby’s coming right at the beginning of our busiest time of year! If all goes well and healthy, not only will I be abandoning my clients during the holidays (Lindsday will be shadowing me to pick up my techniques and help with the overflow), I’ll be learning how to care for an infant right when I usually obsess over putting up my Christmas tree!
Not the Christmas tree! Oh no no no…
You see, my Christmas tree makes me feel calm and peaceful. It’s my drug. (You’d know that if you read this.)
What if I’m too tired to put up my Christmas tree? What if we go all season with no twinkly lights?
Considering that Brian has been accepting incredibly inconvenient requests on my behalf (egg drop soup at 10:00A.M.?), I didn’t think it would be too much to express my urgency over the Christmas tree.
It never hurts to shed a few tears either…
Welllllllll, guess who didn’t have plans last night.
Guess who managed to get assistance dragging the Christmas tree out of the garage.
Guess who thought it’d be a good idea to decorate a tree while she could still reach it without a big ol’ belly being in the way.
No, not Square Piece. Square Piece would never do anything like that.
Pregnant Square Piece, though? Piece. O’. Cake.
I think every pregnant woman needs a Christmas tree.
And you know what my hubby had to say about it…?