So Grandma Yuengling’s money for Lukas hasn’t come yet, but I was unable to resist going to Toy ‘R Us anyway.  Did I overdo it?  Yeah…kinda.  And it was fun as all hell!!  I basically just ran down the different aisles and threw a bunch of crap in the cart, then I looked back and was like "Whoa, there’s a lot in that cart."  Now the gifts under the tree look so festive…so happy.  Do you remember when you were little, seeing wrapped gifts under the tree used to give you a similar sensation that now the promise of good sex gives you as an adult.  Yes, I just compared the high from presents as a child to that of sex as an adult.  It was awesome, and looking at all those gifts, all of which are for my baby, gives me such a pang of nostalgia.  I never knew this part of myself before.  I never knew that I would love being a mother as much as I do.  Never in a millon years did I think it would be as great as this.  There’s always people out there so quick to tell you that it’s hard work and wa wa wa, but nobody stresses how fun it is to talk to your child and have them laugh at you.  That can entertain you for hours!  Nobody says how exciting it is every time your child does something new and progressive, they just whine about lack of sleep or make the obvious responsibility that comes with a child sound like a burden.  Pregnancy sucks….it’s not beautiful, it’s not a wonderful experience…but parenthood is.  Those asshole bitches got their fucking story backwards.  Don’t believe a word of it.  I can deal with a cranky baby crying all night, but I can’t handle being pregnant again.

We also did our grocery shopping this weekend and I got the groceries for the 5 Days of Decadence.  We did it last year (and had a baby as a result of that fun), and have decided to make it a family tradition.  I can’t wait until Thursday to start it.  I’m not sure which I’ll be making first, but I’ll be sure to brag….just to spread the spirit! 

Still trying to build up my confidence for the office Christmas party on Wednesday.  I think I’ll be ok.  I’m not so terrible that I’ll be stoned to death that night.  There will be a few guys on my side.  I was always better with guys anyway….I’m worried about the women I’ve got to mingle with.  Women can be terrible, catty and petty.  Blech.  Again, if I find that there are no women I can stand, there are a few guys I get along with really well.  *sigh*  The life of a wife……blech.

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