Tears of Joy

Yesterday my very pregnant friend, Abbie, went into labor. I spoke to her twice, and the second time was not good. She was in active labor, struggling quite a bit and was still not eligible for pain medication. I stayed pretty calm on the phone (I think), but the minute we got off I started freaking out. For the rest of the day I was a flighty, nervous mess. I would start one task, then have to get up and walk around. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I was more tense then I was when I myself went into labor. Because at least then I had some control. Even a minute amount was worth it. But yesterday I just sat staring at my phone. Willing it to ring with good news.

I knew I shouldn’t call. When I was in labor I turned my cell phone off, as I couldn’t stand the ringing. So I texted her, figuring if she had an epidural (finally) she would get back to me. After five hours, I starting finding things to do to keep my mind off of that hospital room in Manhattan. I took Lu down to the Plaza. We went to the bookstore and picked out some new reading material. We went out to eat. I had a beer. Waiting.

Trent eventually joined us and texted Abbie’s husband to check on things. The response:

“We’re starting to push. I think I may pass out.”

Finally! Some tangible news! Then a few hours later we received the announcement, via text, of course. He’s here!

And last night, as I laid in my bed, I couldn’t help but cry a little bit. Because I know how much their lives are now changed. How when she wakes up this morning, it will be a whole new world. And how when she looks back in a few years, she’ll find it hard to believe that so much time has passed. She’ll hardly remember who she was before. Of course, she will still be Abbie, bad knock-knock jokes and all, but now she is a mother. She has a son. And as I sat in my bed, reading a memoir of another mother who’s story is freakishly similar to my own, I cried. Because I am so lucky to be who I am. So lucky to be a mother. Lucy’s mother. And now someone I love so much will finally understand how I feel and what I could never explain.

Spring! Spring! Spring!

Guess what? I think (while crossing my fingers) that spring has finally sprung. I am cautiously optimistic, as the last time I got all excited about 70 plus degree weather it snowed two days later. And I cried.

This weekend I trecked myself and my little one down to Manhattan to visit my very pregnant friend, Abbie. Originally I was going to help her with her new baby boy, but apparently he had other plans. Reminds me a bit of another fetus I knew a few years back. Stubborn kids. So instead of swaddling and cuddling and learning how to survive on 17 minutes of sleep, my poor friend spent most of the weekend attempting to find clothes that fit and shoes that would be easy to slip on to her feet.

While in town, Lu and I spent a good deal of time out at Trent’s parents’ farm. Lu is finally at the age where going out to the farm is so much fun for her, and for her grandparents. The weather was MAGNIFICENT, so sunny that my poor, pale butt got sunburned. I sat in the sun reading, while Lu, “Grammy” and “PPa” (named by the great Lu herself) ran around looking for grasshoppers, picking flowers, going for walks to the pond, touching a fish and finding a frog. Most of the time Lu had no pants on. Big surprise.

Then yesterday I went for my first big walk of the spring with the great Mikayla. Our walks are so much fun, and I miss them greatly during the cold winter months. Plus, every walk we take is another day that I don’t have to join a gym. After I put Lu to bed last night, I was sitting on our front porch in shorts and a t-shirt and I starting thinking about my last few springs. A few springs back I graduated from college and moved to Italy. The spring after that I moved into a new house with Trent and we got a dog. The spring after that I had a baby. The spring after that I started a new job and became a working mom for the first time. Spring is a time of new beginnings. A time of change. And not just for the plants and trees, but for my whole life. There hasn’t been a spring in the last five years that wasn’t hugely life changing in some way. And since Trent and I have just met with a realtor, this spring is shaping up to continue that tradition.

I starting writing this post last night while sitting on my porch. This morning, I called my very pregnant friend Abbie to see how she was doing, and she’s finally in labor. Looks like her spring is going to be pretty life changing as well. A perfect end to a post about beginnings.

100 Things: Parts 76-85

76. Throw Lucy a sweet sixteen birthday party
77. Surprise Trent with a gift for no reason
78. Throw an elegant dinner party
79. Relearn how to speak fluent Italian
80. Attend a wedding in India
81. Ride an elephant
82. Learn how to fly an airplane
83. Meet a famous blogger
84. See the pyramids in Egypt
85. Hike through a tropical rain forest

Lost Generation

Trent sent me this last week. I think it’s a great commentary on our generation (even if it was created by the AARP…which is a strange sponsor).

Some News

I almost didn’t write this post, but I figured you are my people and you need to know what’s going on in my life. Or maybe I’m just really self-indulgent. Either way, it is absolutely true that I cannot keep secrets. Never could. I just start giggling and smiling and acting like a complete loon. So, my dear readers, I have some news for you.

The Bean 2.0

Yup, it’s the Bean 2.0.

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