This weekend we went to Andrew’s college reunion. Pretty much in the middle of nowhere. And slept in his Freshman dorm (though at least not the exact room, thankfully, as that was on the third floor). When we planned this trip back in Late Feb/Early March, I pointed out to him that I might be pregnant, to which his response was something along the lines of, “yeah, but even if you are, you won’t be that pregnant.” Gee, thanks hon.
So Thursday night we took the Red Eye, and arrived at our destination around 9am Friday morning. Had a disappointing breakfast (how do you screw up eggs, home fries and bacon?) and then took a long nap.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I was excited about meeting some of his college friends. Who were all varying degrees of awesome, but awesome nonetheless. The logistics of the trip, however, I was not looking forward to in the slightest. The red eye, the college dorms, the middle of nowhere small town. Yup. The ideal 14-weeks-pregnant vacation. 😛 Boy do I love my husband. Oh, and PS, of his friends group I asked if there were any other spouses expected to tag along, he said one or two, but they had also attended the same school. (Which, of course, I did not).
Anyway, long story short, I did as a whole have fun. The two of us went out for a fancy dinner Friday night, and that helped, I think. But yes, his friends were great. Much fun was had, and many drinks were consumed (not by me, of course, though I did live on the edge one day and have a second caffeinated soda!).
Speaking of, Saturday night Andrew drank, a lot. I’d kind of anticipated at least one night of awful drunkenness, and he was catching up with old buddies, so I wasn’t going to object too much. Early in the weekend we found out one of his friends is newly expecting #2. 🙂 At some point on Saturday, I think, he asked another friend about having kids (which I guess even my husband doesn’t realize it’s a touchy thing to ask, but then these are like his closest friends ever, so…) and, as the friend put it, they’d had a few “false starts.” Two miscarriages and a stillbirth. 😦 I just feel so bad for anyone that’s experienced that sort of thing. It’s so unfair. And then I felt mildly like an ass for pointing out that I’m pregnant every 5 minutes. (Ok, nowhere near that often, but you get my point).
To my point. In A’s drunkenness, (and he got *really* drunk) he got weepy (that’s the polite way of saying I think it’s the only time I’ve ever seen him cry). He was talking about how he loves his friends, and he wants them all to be happy, and have little babies (if they want them). And he was really sad about what that friend has been through, and even admitted that our miscarriage was like the worst year of his life. 😦 I mean, I kinda could’ve figured that, I guess, but it’s the first time he’s said anything quite like that. He’s way better than he used to be, but he’s not exactly the most open about his feelings and such–until he’s drunk.
So, anyway. That was my weekend. Long, exhausting, less-than-ideal accommodations, and especially food… A turned me into a foodie and then drags me to the middle of nowhere, ugh! But, ultimately a good weekend, and I’m glad I went. 🙂
P.S. Doctor’s appointment in about an hour. It was supposed to be this morning, but got rescheduled because my doctor had to go in for a delivery. We’re supposed to hear the heartbeat for the first time. 😀 Update on that later.