Who’s Idea Was This Anyway?

So, we finally got moved into our new home. We absolutely love it here, but let me tell you what we didn’t love….MOVING IN.

First of all, moving while pregnant should be outlawed in all 50 states. Especially when you are over 6 months pregnant. Honestly. This really should never happen, although it frequently does.

1. It is impossible for said pregnant woman to feel even the least bit helpful. I mean, we can barely lift anything, because even if it is light enough to carry, the belly makes it awkward to hold comfortably and properly.

2. The poor people doing most of the lifting and moving are EXHAUSTED.

3. All I can think about is getting immediately unpacked and finishing the nursery and cleaning ALL THE THINGS because I’m nesting.

4. Bending over…hahahahaha

5. Stairs are evil.

6. But…I need to CLEAN THAT!

7. Ace needs a backrub from lifting 200-million-thousand pounds of our crap, and I need an EVERYTHING rub from being preggo. commence the attempts at rubbing each others back that ends 5 minutes later with both of us falling asleep and drooling on each other.

 

Yeah. Fun times.

 

With that being said, though, we do ABSOLUTELY ADORE our new home, and we are going to be busting our little hind ends to get this place put together in the next month so that we can actually enjoy some down time before the little peanut arrives.

Until next time!

<3 ~Noe-Mama~ <3

Home is Wherever I’m With You <3

It’s official! Not only have we found a new home (only a few blocks away from our current residence as a matter of fact!) but it is PERFECT, beautiful and exactly what we need. We have been so busy packing and getting the new place ready but tomorrow is the BIG day! Moving Day!

We can’t wait to be in our new home and start our new life there. Everything is falling into place and we could not be happier.

Thank you for all the warm thoughts and wishes sent our way in our search for our new home.

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

I Like to Move It Move it….But Not Really :-/

So, remember how I literally JUST moved up here? Well, since the Little Babe is on it’s way, we have need for a larger space. This whole one bedroom, boho couple situation is not gonna work. So, alas, here we are, on the hunt for a new abode.

We have been searching for some time now, and have found absolutely NOTHING acceptable.

Nice house; bad (and I mean BAD) neighborhood.

Nice neighborhood,\; house falling apart.

Old lady, smells like the moth balls are embedded in the carpet, and pretty sure there are bodies in the basement house.

Two bedroom apartment that is smaller than our one bedroom apartment.

Perfect house that costs a year’s wages.

You name it…..we seen it.

The best? A house where the owner was “moving to Africa for mission work and wanted to rent it out to a God fearing person, and don’t you worry at all about that ‘For Sale’ sign in the yard…it means nothing, and don’t contact the realtor because we fired them, and oh yeah…you can’t see the house except to drive by….ready to sign????”

Yeah. This is what we are dealing with.

The pure joys of trying to find a new place where you wanna put down roots. Sigh. Wish us luck!

 

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

 

Sunday, Bloody Sunday…

I am currently recovering from the most scary, traumatic experience of my life. THANK GOD and ALL THAT IS HOLY that everything turned out okay, but OMG.

There is nothing quite as scary as the thought of miscarriage when you are pregnant. I know many people who have gone through this, including my own mother. I had waited forever to get pregnant. I can’t imagine the tragedy of how that feels…but I can come close to knowing the desperate feeling immediately before it happens and that is as close as I ever want to get.

This weekend started off as any other weekend. We were hanging out, being cute and lovey and basking in our pregnancy glow. We were preparing for a trip to the Poconos to visit our dear friends Lily and Kyle. We were thrilled that we had a wonderful appointment at the baby doc two days before and we had cleared the fist trimester hurdle and were safely in he 14th week of pregnancy.

Naturally, we decided to “celebrate” [you know what i mean ;-) ]. We had been a little afraid to engage in “normal activities” in that arena, but now that we were safely beyond the fist trimester scary touch and go period, we were ready to resume…with fervor! After about 2 hours of the most amazing intimate time ever, I got up to go to the bathroom and when I looked down at my hand and the bed, it was covered in blood. OMG.

O.M.G.

I screamed and cried and started shaking and couldn’t even think straight enough to call the doctor, which Ace had to do, and he wasn’t much better. I went to the bathroom and I was still bleeding, fairly heavy. We called the doctor and all they told us to do was put a pad on, lay down and monitor the bleeding. If I soaked a pad in an hour or two, to come in to the ER.

WHAT? THAT’S IT?! i could be losing my precious little baby and you are telling me to lay DOWN!!?? ARE YOU KIDDING!?

So, we do that. I am bawling, Ace is bawling. and for the next 2 hours, we watch and wait. the bleeding stays steady, but doesn’t get worse and only slight cramping. We call back and tell them what is going on and they tell us to wait 24 hours and report back unless the bleeding or cramping gets worse.

OMG. REALLY!?

So, we wait. I’m bawling, he is bawling. We wait and wait. We don’t sleep at all. It reaches 24 hours…still bleeding, still crampy. We call the doctor and go in to the office.

The doc, not our doc of course, finds the baby’s heartbeat (thank God) and says “a little lower than normal for our baby, but nothing out of range for a baby in general, so it’s fine” Oh and by the way, this: “You might have an incompentent cervix. We will have to wait until 16 weeks to find out and you might lose the bay….have a nice day, you are fine for now…no worries”.

REALLY!!!!?

Next day, still bleeding slightly, still crampy. We go BACk in to the doctor and they order an ultrasound. THANK GOD…everything was perfectly fine with Little Babe. Uterus looked fine, no tears, cervix was long and sealed. Turns out it was nothing more than a sensitive cervix.

A SENSITIVE CERVIX.

All that blood from a sensitive cervix. Unreal.

I took it easy for a week and was fine after that, at least physically (emotionally took a little while), and even got rid of my terrible first trimester symptoms, so in the end, everything was okay.

Unfortunately, some women are not as lucky, and my heart and my love truly goes out to those women and families. I have never been so scared and sad and sick and terrified and nervous and a hot-freaking-mess as I was just THINKING about the possibility of losing my little one. I cannot possibly imagine what it was like, and you are truly the bravest, most courageous souls imaginable.

If you are pregnant, possible symptoms of miscarriage are:

bleeding (especially that is heavy enough to soak a pad or that goes from light to heavy), cramping (severe, or abdominal pain), low back pain, vomiting, diarrhea, weakness. If you have any of these symptoms, please contact your provider immediately. If they won’t see you, insist. You SHOULD NOT have to wait to find out what is going on with your own body.

The good news and hope that comes from this is that not all bleeding, even heavy bleeding, during pregnancy leads to miscarriage. Apparently this kind of period-like bleeding is sometimes very common for women, especially after sex, so ladies, if this happens to you…try (as impossible as I KNOW it is) not to jump to the worst possible conclusion. You’re little babe MAY be just fine in the end. Hold on hope.

Much love to you.

 

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

 

Tell the Story…

This is it…the moment you have all been waiting for (or maybe I’m just being narcissistic in my assumption of your intrigue with my life and story…hmmm). In any case…this weekend, we told our parents about their first grandchild. Let the awesomeness and hilarity ensue.

We traveled to Pittsburgh this weekend for Easter to visit with Ace’s parents and fill them and his sister and brother-in-law in on the news that a new little life was budding in the family. We also decided to travel to my parents in Philly to tell them, my grandma, sister and her girlfriend about our newest upcoming addition. LB (Little Babe) will be the first niece/nephew for our siblings and the first grandchild for both sets of parents, so it was a pretty big announcement…especially since we are both “tragically thirty” and both sets of parents had pretty much completely given up on our reproductive capabilities and desires. Go figure.

Now, we are both fairly close with our respective families, so keeping this bombshell a secret from them for three months was HORRENDOUSLY difficult. The worse part of all of it was that after we first found out, we went home to attend his sister’s wedding and had to keep it quiet the whole time, despite my incessant puking and sleeping schedule. 

So we finally arrive at his parents after 10 hours of driving, and we decide we are all going to meet at Red Robin (awesome gluten free burgers!) for dinner. Okay…so this is going to be a public reveal.

We had planned ahead of time, since it was Easter, to do one of those cheesy overly planned reveals, but we wanted to make it a little difficult to guess. We didn’t want it to be like, here open a box with a baby thing in it that will give it away immediately, so we went the Peep route. Yes, that’s right. Easter Peeps. You know, those horrible, colorful, semi-marshmallow things dipped in the world’s most bitter tasting sugar? Yeah…

So we bought huge plastic Easter eggs, placed a pink or blue Peep in each egg with Easter grass,and wrote our due date on the bottom of the Peep with a Sharpie. Classy. We planned on giving each person an egg and telling them to open them at the same time.

We were nervous as all heck.

We sat down at the table and kept shooting each other these ridiculous glances as if to say “should we do it now? You do it! No, you do it!” We are children.

Finally we work up the courage to say something and we hand each person an egg. We explain the rules and we say go.

And…..reactions:

Ace’s mom, dad and sister look at the Peeps with confused faces for what seems like eternity. Mom makes a comment about how cute it is. Dad laughs. Sister is the ONLY one that looks at the bottom of the Peep and discovers the date. After about 2 minutes, mom says “Is it your wedding date? Did you change it? Did you move it up?” We shake our heads no. 5 minutes later, everyone is still confused and then it happens. Sister literally jumps out of her chair, points at us and screams “OMG! You’re pregnant!!!!!” (Now, remember, we are in the middle of Red Robin at this point). We look at each other, his parents and back at her and smile and shake our heads “yes”, and she throws the plastic egg projectile right at the waitress walking by. Mom starts bawling uncontrollably, Dad’s face gets all red and teary, no one can talk. It was a pretty epic reaction.

Needless to say, they were thrilled.

 

Fast forward to our trip to visit my parents. We arrive and my mom and step-dad are out in the garden weeding or something. They wave briefly to us and we enter the house. We go out back and try to get them to come in. Being determined as they were, it took several interruptions from us and about an hour and a half for them to FINALLY come inside. (Torture!)

They finally came in and were sitting on their patio in the back and asked us to come out and sit with them, so we obliged. We were waiting for my sister and her GF to arrive (which was suppose to be about the time that it was) and then we get a phone call telling us that they were running an hour late. Plans foiled again! Oh well, we decided to just tell them separately. We hand them their eggs.

And….Reactions:

They both open the eggs. Step-dad looks it over and remarks that it’s cute. Mom looks at it like “is this it?” and shoots us a look. Step-dad finds the date and shows mom. Mom doesn’t get it. Mom states that she doesn’t get it. We giggle. She asks if it’s our wedding date. We say no. She says she doesn’t get it. Step-dad starts laughing hysterically. He tells mom to look at the color of the Peeps. We realize he has it figured out and we smile at him. Mom starts getting frustrated and says she doesn’t get it. Step-dad says “they’re having a baby”. Mom turns to us and says “seriously?” in her most sarcastic tone. We smile and shake our heads “yes”. Mom whips around and says “SHUT UP! SERIOUSLY!” and then come the tears and the “oh, my baby!” hugs. They were also thrilled.

Enter my sister and her woman, FINALLY. Second verse, same as the first.

And….reactions:

Sister tries to eat the Peep. I have to yell at her to not eat the Peep without looking at it. they both look at it. Sister is completely confused. GF gets it almost immediately and freaks out, shaking her hands and jumping around telling sister to look at the two Peeps and the date. It dawns on my sister, and she gives me this look that says “fo rillz?” Yes. Fo Rills. She scares the crap out of me because she starts uncontrollably crying (something that would, under normal circumstances, never happen). This weird combo of crying, o=laughing and oooing and aaahing happens for about 30 minutes. Then we bust out the video of the LB and the heartbeat and everything and then it’s waterworks city. They were also thrilled. Perfect :-)

Fast forward to My dad and step-mom. We go to breakfast. My dad is a guitarist, so we bought a personalized brass pick for him that said “Grandpa Rocks”. We thought this was pretty self explanatory. Nope. We finish eating and give him the pick. he opens it and says “oh wow, that’s cool…….but I can’t read it, it’s too small, I need my glasses”. Oh dad. How NOT rock and roll of you. My step-mom offers to read it but she can’t either so I read it to him. He shoots me a look and says “oh haha, I get it, because I’m old. Sure make jokes about your old man”. Step-mom just laughs and says “MAYBE they got it for you for a reason!?” Dad, semi-irritated asks “well did you?” I say…YES. Then we get this string of syllables: “Oh……………………….Oh….OH! Really? Oh my gosh!” shortly followed by a very manly walk to the bathroom (to wipe tears). he comes back and tells us how excited he is and how happy he is, then something weird happens. He hi five-hugs Ace and says “good job!” #thingsyourdadshouldneversayordoinfrontofyou.

They were thrilled.

Now…rewind to grandma.

Prepare yourself.

We decide to tell grandma, we would show her the video/let her listen to the heartbeart. We put the soundbyte up to her ear and told her to guess what it was. Any guesses at what she said?

“Who’s washing machine is that?”

“Are those windshield wipers?”

(perfect grandma reaction)

No gram, it’s something else. Listen again. Still not getting it, my mom suggests we let her see the video. So we do. She says :

“What am I looking at?” My mom explains it’s someones stomach.

“Is that gas?”

Yes gram, it’s gas.

We all laugh and say no, listen again. She does. She says: “Is that a heartbeat? Is it a baby?”

We all shout, YES. She says : “Well who’s stomach is it?” *facepalm*

“is it yours” she says to me…YES GRAM.

Andddddd Reaction:

“Oh. OH!” “Well that’s a surprise.” “When?”

I say “November 1″

She says “oh.” Then, gives herself whiplash as she whips her head around to glare at us and says “That was fast!” “When is the wedding?” Oh gram.

We tell her we aren’t sure yet but sometime this year.

She is semi-satiated.

3 hours later, after her complete silence….”I’m gonna be a great-grandma!” and a big smile.

Theeeeerrrreee is it. Way to process Gram. Now I know where my sister gets it.

 

All in all it was a fabulous, funny, and fantastic weekend filled with wonderful, heartfelt, moving and hilarious moments that we will never forget.

 

Little Babe…you are highly anticipated, deeply wanted and completely loved <3

It’s awesome to know that you have a huge, loving, support system…even now, when you are only the size of a blueberry.

 

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

 

 

This Is Only The Beginning…

I am writing today to tell you that whoever came up with the asinine name “morning sickness” is an evil, demented individual.

More like morning, noon, night, and twice on Sundays sickness!

I am about 12 weeks along at this point and I hate to say it…I am beginning to think things to myself such as these gems, “whose idea was this anyway?”‘ “How and why do people do this twice.” And “I hate this.”

I am currently NOT one of those moms who is all ooey gooey gushy about how wonderful pregnancy is.

YES, this pregnancy was wanted, planned, prayed for and begged for. YES, I though up to this point that it would be impossible and so I am grateful and ecstatic. But currently….I am looking at my past self saying “I can’t wait to be pregnant” and my current self is saying “BITE YOUR TONGUE WOMAN!”

Now, I am sure this will pass (I hope this will pass!!) but right now I am feeling akin to Kate Middleton.

You name it, I have it…
So tired I can’t get out of bed? Check.
So tired I need to take a nap after getting up to go to the bathroom? Check.
So nauseated I can’t eat? Check.
So thirsty I could drink a river dry? Check.
Back aches? Got ‘em.
Headaches? Yep.
Leg aches? Double yes.
Everywhere else aches? Sure.
Setting the world record for most times waking up in the middle of the night to pee? No doubt. (Last night…it was 7. SEVEN!)
And the vomiting……the never ending, constant, all day, every day vomiting….ugh.

Yes ladies, I concede this is no picnic. To all of you mamas to be out there who are living the pregnancy dream…well, I’ve got one this to say to you…but instead I will say “lucky you”, lol.

To all the mamas like me who are like me…riding through the trenches with first trimester sinister uterus syndrome…I salute you.

My new personal mantra…”It will get better”. Hang in there! Baby is worth every minute.

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

I Like the Way You Move…

If you don’t have OutKast in your head right now…I feel sorry for you.

 

So here it is, Moving Day!

It is FINALLY time to ditch Pennsylvania for good and move my patootie up to the great state of Massachusetts! It IS the spirit of America, after all.

Ace has been such a dear! He flew in last night, rented the truck and then commenced to help me pack all of the rest of my belongings that I, of course, procrastinated on until the last possible second.

After a night of no sleep, we were up bright and early to start loading trucks and moving furniture to either our temporary storage unit (did I fail to mention we were moving me from my HOUSE in PA, all the way to Ace’s one bedroom apartment, already completely full of all of his belongings, in MA?), or leaving it on the truck to be toted to the new place that we will call home. BUT FIRST!

Breakfast!

We decided to visit that good old fashioned western PA breakfast staple, Eat N Park. Now, under normal circumstances, I would have rejoiced at this, due in part because their food is SO yummy, and due in complimenting part because they have a very extensive gluten free menu (I forget…did I mention I have Celiac? Fun stuff). These were not normal circumstances.

As you recall from my previous posts, i am now “with child”, and things have been PRETTY chill. As with most thing in life, however, Timing is everything. Timing could not have sucked more. I was exactly, on the dot, to the letter 8 weeks preggo at this point and let me tell you…my body chose THIS day to begin expressing its “love” for the pregnancy by making me extremely nauseated. Needless to say, that egg platter I got…not such a great idea. About 20 minutes later, I revisited ALL OF IT.

These sorts of festivities continued throughout the entire day, including but not limited to

1. After Lunch

2. While loading my clothing boxes

3. While driving to the storage unit

4. At the storage unit

and last but not least

5. While driving to Massachusetts…twice.

Other joys of the trip:

We, of course, had to transport our kitty, “Bug” with us in the car, which I drove in, alone, because poor Ace was driving our ginormous truck. Kitty was totally fine, until we reached the halfway point, at which we stopped to stay overnight in a hotel. Bug did NOT like the hotel. Not even a little bit. He meowed ALL night, literally. We got not one hour of sleep, and then it was wakey wakey time and back on the road for another 5 hours, during which time, Bug continued to meow, THE ENTIRE TIME.

All things told…we made it! One piece, safe and sound. We unloaded all of our belongings, somehow fit them all into the apartment, and we are now happily co-habitating in Massachusetts. Now…to start looking for a house!

*sigh*

 

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

Oh Baby…

So, remember a few weeks ago when I posted about our weirdo trip to Gettysburg where I was acting all wack-a-doodle-doo?

Guess what….it WAS something. A very important, amazing and wonderful something…

A BABY!

That’s right! Ace and I are expecting!

This topsy-turvy, love-filled, head over feet journey us two crazy kids are taking together has been one wild ride, and it’s only getting better!

The Monday after I returned from Gettysburg, I just knew in my gut something was up. Something was different. This wasn’t just your run of the mill PMS. This was like, Battle Royale, Annie Get Your Gun kind of PMS. I had bad PMS before, but NEVER like this. So, since we had decided to “not prevent” things, I did the logical thing and went to the drugstore to pick up a test. Now, knowing full well that both of us were “impaired” in this area, and we hadn’t been at it that long, I had fully accepted and acknowledged that the test would be negative and didn’t give it another thought, having only done it so when the good doctor asked whether I was pregnant, I could give a definitive and resounding “NO”.

7:00 AM – Getting ready for work, I opened the box. read directions. Pee on stick. Place on windowsill. Wait.

7:03 – brushing hair, doing make-up, running around looking for an outfit, completely forgot about aforementioned stick.

7:25 – Run in to bathroom to quickly grab ponytail holder and remember stick.

7:26 – Look at stick.

7:27 – Still looking at stick.

7:28 – Still looking at stick, wondering if I was seeing it correctly.

7:29 – Grabbing box and holding it up to stick to make sure I was reading it correctly. Squinting. Unsquinting. Moving stick closer to face, then father from face.

7:30 – Still staring at stick, mouth gaping open a little, possibly drooling on myself.

7:31 – Sitting down on floor, heart pounding in chest, mouth starting to curl into smile.

7:32 – Tears of happiness rolling down cheeks.

7:33 – Acknowledgement that what i was seeing was real.

7:34 – Acceptance that what I was seeing was real.

7:35 – Hands shaking…picking up phone. Texting Ace: “Call me…NOW”

7:36 – Ace calls. I say “Congratulations…”. He says, “Why, what do you mean?”

7:37 – I say “You are a daddy”. Tears of joy. Lots of “Oh my God, I love you”.

7:38 – Life is changed forever….

 

Here’s to new life, and the adventure about to begin.

<3 ~Neo-Mama~ <3

 

 

Four Score and…Wait, How Many Years is That, and Why Am I So Tired? And What the Hell is Wrong with Me?!

Ace came down to visit this weekend and we went on a trip to visit my family and check out Gettysburg. Imagine, with all the years I, a noted history fanatic, lived only an hour away from Gettysburg and yet I had never been there! We decided it was a good idea to correct that.

The weekend started off wonderfully! (I lie). It started off on a Megabus. A 6 hour trip from one end of Pennsylvania to another, on a Megabus. Now, if any of you has had the pleasure, and I do mean PLEASURE of riding the one and only Megabus, you know that it is cheap. It is also rarely on time, freezing in the winter, boiling in the summer, hardly ever has working outlets and people are incredible loud and rude. My experience on this particular trip was no different. I was incredibly tired, not feeling very well, and the bus ended up being 2 hours late. Poor Ace. He had driven all the way from Massachusetts only to sit in a mall parking lot waiting for my bus for 2 hours, only to then have to drive us to my parent’s house, which was an hour away. Needless to say, not a great start to the weekend. The up side? We got to see each other, so it was all good.

Or so I thought.

On the way to my mom’s, something weird happened. I, in my tired, crappy feeling state, starting picking at Ace. Like, really picking at him. Bitching is probably the more appropriate word for it. I had never been bitchy with him. He never gave me a reason to be, and quite frankly, he didn’t this time either. I chalked it up to being tired and sick. We arrived at my mom’s, went to bed, and were ready to start the trek to Gettysburg the next day.

The next day…

Before heading off to Gettysburg, we stopped at my mom’s work to visit with her and have lunch. We planned on going down to Gettysburg that day and the family was going to follow the next day and meet us there for a full day of exploration. We were enjoying our lunch, chatting and laughing with my mom, when all of a sudden…BAM. Illness hit me like lightening. Now, I had been feeling a little off the day before, but I chalked it up to just being tired. This was not just tired. This was full blown blah! We are talking mad dash to the bathroom kind of blah! The only thing I could think of was that I had gotten some up close and person time with some gluten (I have Celiac Disease). Ace and my mom were concerned, but we all just assumed I was “glutenized” and went on our merry way. After my stomach calmed down, Ace and I drove down to Gettysburg.

The rest of the trip was AMAZING! I started feeling better, albeit tired. Ace and I had a FABULOUS night in our beautiful hotel room/cabin. The fam came down the next day, including my mom, step-dad, grandma, sister and my sister’s girlfriend. We got to spend time with them, exploring all that Gettysburg had to offer in the way of historical goodies…AAAAAND we got to go shopping.

At the end of the day, we drove back to my mom’s house, but on the way back…watch out Ace! The beast reared it’s ugly head again! I lashed out at him like a Spartan at war…and get this…for NO, I repeat NO reason whatsoever. What the heck was wrong with me? Then, and this should show our closeness (not only because he was aware of my cycle, but because I was not offended when he suggested it) Ace suggested that MAYBE, it was about “that time of the month”. I pondered this for a second and realized he was exactly right. Dead on in fact. The only problem is, that while it was totally normal for me to feel exhausted and ill right before “aunt flow”, it was NOT normal for me to be moody, and especially not normal for me, out of all of the moods I could have been (sad, whiny, irritated, etc…), to be downright angry and mean. I felt awful. I think at one point during one of my awful rants about something completely ridiculous and irrelevant I stopped myself and literally said out loud, “What the hell is wrong with me?”

After a long night, and really, a long, troubling, unsettling and most of all, confusing weekend, I took the Megabus home (joy of joys), where I got to listen to a girl prattle on and on in a high pitched valley girl voice about how drunk she was the night before for 6 hours straight. Adam drove back to Massachusetts. We both spent the night missing each other and wondering what the heck happened during our trip to Gettysburg.

Maybe it was the influence of the battlefield  ghosts? War! Huh, yeah…what is it good for? Absolutely….

….Something???

Movin’ On Up

I have always been a bit restless when it comes to feeling at home. I have ALWAYS felt most at home near the coast and love the beach and the water. I think in another life I might have been a water nymph or something. Anyway, Pennsylvania was never all that appealing to me as far as location goes and I have always been searching for a way out.

Now, since “Ace” and I have made the choice to abandon our hum-drum lives, for each other and the crazy adventures that lie ahead when beginning a trip into the unknown with your BFF, I am even more restless. Perhaps that comes from the fact that Ace is 500 miles away. This long-distance thing was okay when we were just besties, but now that we have “romantic entanglements, it’s got to GO!

So, after thinking about it, talking about it, envisioning it, meditating on it, praying about it and doing just about everything besides making love to it, we decided that I would move to Massachusetts so we could be together.

Now, I know what ya’ll are thinking…

How long have you been together? (About 5 months)
And you are willing to just pick up your whole life and move to a different state? (Yes)
…and I’ll tell you why:

We have known each other for years. I mean, YEARS. We have been best friends for YEARS. We love and trust each other more than some people can love and trust their own family members. Plus, you know…the whole universe aligned and told us we were meant for each other is big, bold neon lights…didn’t you catch that? ;-)

This is just the kind of excitement we both need, so OF COURSE, we are jumping in with both feet and all of our other body parts too. YAY!

The big move is set for March 21st…which is quickly approaching, only a little over a month away! Eek and a half! I must admit, I am a little scared to move out of state. this is all kinds of new territory for me, but hey, in with the new, right? Be brave, right? Practice what I preach, right?! RIGHT.

Now…if only I can figure out how to fit all of my belongings into a few boxes. Maybe I can learn that Mary Poppins trick…

I’m movin’ on up…north…to Massachusetts! Tally-ho!