And I’m having to make grown-up decisions these days. Wah.
Besides the whole giving-up-my-uterus-for-the-baby thing, we also did something else the other night: we traded in my beloved Rolly (pronounced Ro-lee) for a newer more family-friendly car. If you’ve been reading for a while you know that my car is kind of my baby and I totally cried when she hit 100,000 miles. Add about a bajillion more hormones to this body and brain of mine and the fact that she’s no longer hanging out in our garage and, well, waterworks.
And I made Nate take a picture of me with her before we drove off the lot in the newbie. Who cares if people were watching?
Anyway, it’s one of those things that I knew we needed to do to help prepare for the baby…even though I didn’t want to get rid of my car I knew we needed to make the change. And I guess that’s what being a grown-up is all about…making choices despite what you want to happen.
But it sure was a lot of fun being a care-free 20-something