We returned from a weekend at Lakeside this evening and I am happy to say that it went pretty well. Matt's sister got engaged and my mother in law asked if we'd mind if she ditched our child's birth so she could attend a friend's daughter's wedding in Lake Tahoe instead. Starting off well, Grandma. My expectations get lower and lower with each passing visit.
Tonight we were watching Gene Simmons Family Jewels and Gene and Shannon went on an Un-Honeymoon to celebrate their Un-marriage. They have 2 kids and have been together for like 20 years and simply haven't gotten married. But I think Shannon wants to be married. But anyway, Gene takes her on an Un-honeymoon to Hawaii and I decided I would like to go on on an Un-honeymoon too. But when I asked Matt if we could he said "Sure, we just have to get Un-married first". (I'm not sure why I keep capitalizing "Un".) Then my dumb self proclaimed "Guess that means we'll have to get Un-pregnant too!" On the eve of my long-anticipated and very-nervous-for doctor's appointment.
Little Beansies, God, Baby Jesus, Internets: I didn't mean it. I'm scared to death that I'll regret my stupid comment in about 12 hours.