6 Year Anniversary and 22 Weeks: A Belated Recollection.

Man. I suck at commitments as of late.

Over a week ago now, I said that I would post about our fantastic 6 year anniversary date. That same week I was 22 weeks pregnant and I typed nothing about either.

Now, eight days later, I have still yet to write anything about the anniversary, the details of which are fading, and I am 23 weeks pregnant.

Time sure does go by quickly when you are pregnant and not blogging.

So, before anymore time lapses, the last 8 days in short:

The Anniversary: This was the first anniversary in 6 years that I did not remember the date 3 weeks in advance. In previous years, Google Calendar would remind me mid-July and every day thereafter I would day dream about the extravagant gifts that Bubba and I would exchange. Tickets to Cancun or Ireland? A day of pampering at a posh spa? Obviously, the days of endless day dreaming left a lot of time to build up great unrealistic expectations and to no surprise I was inevitably left wanting more. (Greedy bitch, I know.)

But this year I had absolutely no expectations, as my mind has been completely bogarted by everything baby, and admittedly it wasn’t until the day before that I actually remembered our pending special day. Unfortunately, Bubba didn’t know that he had a totally Free Pass because of my inadequacies and instead he totally rocked it. Solo.

The morning of, Bubba told me to be ready to board the 9am ferry to Seattle. The day was beautiful, sunny and warm; a perfect day for a boat ride. Once we docked, we walked from the terminal for what seemed like 13,021 (million) miles to the Space Needle stopping frequently to browse various shops and admire the urban scenery and to let me catch my breath.

We arrived at the Space Needle early and spent the time before our reservation at Sky City, or the restaurant more commonly known as the rotating restaurant at the top of the needle with spectacular views overlooking the entire city, walking around the observation deck and taking silly pictures. After a few minutes we were seated and served by a young tweenish looking kid named Mike. Mike introduced us to the menu and took our drink order. While we waited for our drinks we looked over the menu sampling various breads from the bread basket. After taking our order, Mike started to serve us an elaborate three course meal. Bubba started with a Caesar salad, before a main course of Mid Western Prime Rib. I started with a bowl of Clam chowder, before a main course of Dungeness crab melt. It was around this time in the meal that we were startled by loud cheering from other patrons on the other side of the restaurant and before we could question what all the racket was about, a couple of fighter jets buzzed by the needle. Unbenounced to Bubba and I, he made reservations at the same time the Blue Angles were entertaining for SeaFair and for the rest of the meal were were anxiously interrupted by random sightings of the jets in various acrobatics around the restaurant. We excitedly watched the Blue Angles for the rest of the meal, which included Blueberry cobbler and tiramisu for dessert. Unfortunately, we were so stuffed that we barely made a dent in the desserts but we had such a sweet time, we didnt need much more.

It was a fantastic anniversary and I look forward to be surprised by many, many more.

22 Weeks: Physically, no new developments on the body front. I’m probably a little rounder; probably a few pounds heavier. I am still feeling Baby move every day, even more frequently (or noticeably) at night or while typing at work.

I feel more connected with the baby with every passing day; it has become my listening ear during quiet times and at times I think it is beginning to respond to my voice. It’s probably trying to escape from my voice, but responding nonetheless.

At 22 weeks gestation, I am already having a hard time imagining having to leave this little baby at daycare for over 40 hours a week while I continue to further my career. My career just doesn’t seem that important right now and the place that I am currently working is proving to be a very non-family friendly environment where I think at the end/beginning of all this I am going to be forced to choose one or the other. But even at 22 weeks, my career is no competition for my very family friendly heart. I just need to find the right balance at the right place.