
Okay, I totally admit it--I am currently in total denial. Anyone that knows my parents know they frequently disappear on extended trips to do dental work where I can't reach them for a couple of weeks at a time. Everyone keeps asking me how I am doing and if I am sad. Well, so far I am just "pretending" they are on a little dental trip. I still go by their house almost every day to check the mail, or take out a trash can, or get a birthday card so I am just doing business as usual. People keep asking if it will be hard when the baby comes. Anyone that knows me knows I don't really accept too much help and will be just fine--physically. But number 4 and 5 speed dial on my cell phone has really been neglected. I know I need to erase number five since they got rid of that number forever. But, who do I call 10 times a day now to say stupid things or who do I text my sarcastic remarks too? Did you know last year I made my dad come over and kill a scorpion for me? It is starting to settle in and it is a good thing they are off doing something good because my 2 year old complex (that is all my moms fault) is starting to hit.


























