A Glimpse into the Future

Today we made the trek all the way out to Geneva, Ill., to visit some friends and their two-month-old baby. Yep, hopefully that will be us in another 10 months – sitting at home watching football on a Sunday afternoon with our little one sleeping peacefully between us on the couch.

Steve and Deanna’s baby was actually born 6 weeks early, so there were some scary moments for them early on, something I definitely hope we don’t have to go through. She was diagnosed at around 20 weeks with placenta previa and ended up on bed rest later in the pregnancy, and that contributed to the early delivery. But little Kady is now healthy and happy – just a bit on the small side at about 7 pounds. They said she wakes up about every four hours, so they’ve even managed to get some sleep in the last couple of months (although I’m sure the first week or two was a bit more harried). Because she was born so early, they’ve pretty much had to keep her at home so far, so being cooped up has been a little hard. But I think that happens pretty much no matter what, right, that feeling of being pent up in the house with the baby in those early weeks and months.

We also found out through them that another old friend of Andy’s is about 20 weeks pregnant, so her baby will be about 3 months older than ours. Too bad we don’t really see her very often – or really, Steve and Deanna either, since they live so far from us (it’s an hour away in no traffic). So while it’s great that I do have a handful of friends who are pregnant or who just had babies, none of them are close by or people I see very often. Still, it’s kind of nice to be going through these big life changes at the same time as other people we know. It’s funny, because these days people are having kids at all sorts of different times in their lives – after college, in the mid 20s, or like us, in their early 30s. It seems almost odd that so many people we know have chosen the same timeline as us.

On a different topic, I was really tired when we got back home around 4 pm, and a nap was sounding really good. I already had plans for later on tonight to make some soup with Shelly and potentially my sister too, and I also wanted to make some salad to take to work for lunch this week. The thought of it all was making me even more tired, but instead of lying down, I made myself hop on the elliptical for 40 minutes. Yay, me! And it worked. Not only did I feel slightly (only very slightly) about the pizza and chips I ate for lunch over at Steve and Deanna’s, but I actually did feel like I had more energy afterward.

Now the turkey stock is simmering on the stove (we’re making it into turkey posole to have with turkey quesadillas for dinner – gotta love leftovers!) and the salads are made, and I can spend most of the rest of the night relaxing and watching the Bears (hopefully) win. I do enjoy Sundays (too bad they lead to Mondays, though).