Thursday, April 9, 2009

Back Home Indy-Anna

It's that time late in my pregnancy again Dear Readers, when I feel compelled to make an exodus of sorts to the Muthaland.  Or Indiana as some people call it.  Why?  Well, it's all because of a dog.  And if I had to compile a list of all the hours in car travel that have been logged and dollars that have been spent due to this beast, well, I would have a long list.  But my husband loves him, and because of that, in the early hours of tomorrow morning, at the butt crack of dawn as some would say; I will shovel myself, Elsbeth, and a large Pitt bull mix into a VW station wagon and begin our journey.  

You see, we have moved.  Again.  I know I mentioned it briefly before, but the details go something like this:  Previous landlords moved back and wanted their house back.  We acquiesced.  Husband wanted to be closer to hospital for the duration of his residency which begins in June.  I acquiesced.  The Dilettante wanted never to see another flight of stairs again.  The stars aligned and two weeks ago we moved into our new apartment.  It is much smaller and much more manageable for those of us commoners who don't have servants and a cleaning staff to follow behind messy toddlers all day.  The stipulation was that this place didn't accept pets.  And honestly, I was OK with that.  The thought of bundling a newborn, a two year old, and myself up and leashing two dogs for multiple daily trips outside to pee made me want to poke out Fairway's other eye and finish the job on Jack that the car had started.

Luckily, my merciful husband stepped in and we found foster homes for them while we live here.  Fairway is staying with some friends from our church and Jack will be going to stay with family in Indiana.  This is why I'm leaving a week ahead of Jeremy and attempting something of this magnitude on my own.  Jeremy will join us next Friday and we will all drive home together at the end of the month.  Well, all but the four legged of us.

I was pretty proud of myself for doing this without fear and when I told my Mother this she just reaffirmed her nonhuman status by explaining that when I was four and my brother was an infant she would drive from MASSACHUSETTS to Indiana NON STOP just for kicks.  And then I politely informed her that she should be careful not to irk me because she falls into a high risk demographic for osteoporosis and when I see her I could easily sit on her and crush her bones to a fine powder with minimal effort.  She does this, and I love her for it actually.  After I had Elsbeth and still had 50 pounds to lose, I would proudly call my Mother after I had taken a brisk walk and inform her of my monumental accomplishment.  To which she would reply, PSHHHH, call me when you do some REAL exercise.  And I would, and it was only in doing that REAL exercise that I was able to lose the weight by the time Jeremy returned home from Kuwait six months later.

So, tomorrow we'll be off.  If you'd like to follow our journey, I'll be twittering along the way which you can follow on twitter on in the sidebar of this blog if you'd prefer.

When we return I will be 37 weeks pregnant and the arrival of this new baby will be imminent.  As the days wear laboriously on for my exhausted body, my mind is more and more consumed with thoughts revolving around this new person and the change that she will bring to this family.  I'm sure that when I do post something, it will be reflective of this.  So please bear with me and just be thankful that your  feet don't look like Shrek's as mine do right now.  

Wish me luck!
Oh, and this time, the bike IS going with me!

And I'll leave you with a little something great.  It will be especially sweet for those of us who grew up in the Hoosier state as I'm sure we're all well acquainted with this song.
Indiana: Don't knock it till ya try it!


Amanda said...

1. I'm jealous. I really and truly miss Indiana. Or, maybe it's just the really good people who lived/still live there! Please tell all the Fort folks I say hello! Give your mom and dad huge hugs for me. Eat at Steak N Shake and Cheeseburger in Paradise for me too. And, if it gets warm during the day, enjoy the warm evenings.

2. I miss working out with you. I'm going to need you and Gunnar after this baby is born! Remember our walk/RUN on the trail near your mom and dad's house? With you pushing Ellie? We were CUHRAZY! Oh the things you can convince me to try!

3. Be safe on your trip. I'll be thinking of you and sending you good vibes...even if I am in labor. WHICH I REALLY HOPE TO BE!


Lauren said...

If you ever need someone to help watch Fairway, please let me know. I just love that little guy.

Good luck with your travels, new apartment, and upcoming addition to your wonderful family.

Obi-Mom Kenobi said...

My mom's much the same way as yours. When I was in labor, hubby called my mom to let her know it was going to be a C-section as the baby was breech. "So was she," she responded. "Tell her to suck it up and push that kid out." Good luck on that drive. May you only need to spot to pee every 25 minutes.

April said...

Your going to miss those doggy's.
I've been there on those cross country trips with us it was two kids two cats and a dog stuffed into a car. This last trip was From Arkansas to New York. Two year before that it was from Tucson
AZ to Arkansas. Now we have a turtle and two tadpoles to the mix I don't know how we are going to move them after my hubbys 4 year stint here.