Enough bitching already!

My last two posts have been totally whiney and complainey...so this one won't be. Yay.

Christmas is in 11 days. Holy shit. I am so not ready...I don't even have half of my shopping done. I haven't left things this late in a really long time, like YEARS. I think I was still in high school the last time I left it down to the wire like this. Every year I vow I will finish by the beginning of December, but I never accomplish that. Why is it that December seems to fly by like crazy?! I don't know if it's just because I have kids now (and so the years just fly like nothing) or if I'm getting old or what, but Christmas seems to come and go faster and faster every year lately. What happened to the days of my childhood, when the days and nights of December seemed to crawl like frozen molasses?

I scored Eric Clapton tickets for Jesse and I for his March show. I am soooo stoked. Jesse had been hassling me about getting tickets all week the week that they went on sale. The day they went on sale he text messaged me saying "Clapton is GOD...try and get tickets!!". I had already told him I thought they were too expensive, etc etc but was secretly planning on buying some anyways. I got two in a pretty decent spot on the second level of the 'Dome. Then, about 10 minutes after, I texted him back saying "OMG babe, I'm SO sorry...I totally forgot and just got this text now and they're all sold out!". He was super bummed. I keep going back and forth about giving them to him for Christmas, or waiting until March and giving them to him on our anniversary (our anniversary is March 7, the concert is the end of March). I don't know if I can keep it a secret that long, so they'll probably be Christmas presents in his stocking. Heehee. I love being sneaky. Especially since it's so fuckin' EASY with this man o' mine lol

Things are okayish here otherwise on the relationship front...not super-wonderful-terrific but not terrible either. It probably is due largely to the fact that we are just avoiding the topic of the baby/pregnancy right now. He is sort of coming around, I think. I *think*. But, we haven't really talked about it either, so I really don't know. He's a mysterious one; here I thought I had him mostly figured out, and then I'm sent into this crazy whirlpool of really questioning what I actually knew and what I just assumed. Funny how long-term relationships can do that to you...you think you know everything after a while, but then the universe kicks you in the arse and says "Ha! Humble up there, don't be so cocky" and boots you back to reality. Gawd I love that. I love that I can be reminded again and again that no matter how old I get, or how comfortable in my life I get, or how much I think I know, there's always more that I have no idea about at all.

I need to get my ass to a yoga class. My body and brain are screamin' at me to GO TO YOGA but I just can't seem to find the time. I also need to haul my butt to the gym...it has been an embarrassingly long time since I stepped foot in there. Like months...I can't even remember the last time. Those two things would probably help me a LOT right now, especially since I'm in my usual early pregnancy "I feel like a goddamn fat ass hippo because I don't look pregnant to anyone but me yet" phase.

Oops, that was borderline whining. Divert, distract!

Actually, I should probably get myself to bed. It's 12:30am and I have to get up early to go to an appointment with a potential client tomorrow morning. Then, it's off the Ikea for Christmas shopping. Wheeee!!

Take care friends :)