Dave stayed home for work today (I almost spelled ‘stayed’ as ‘staid’… I need the weekend) and I drove myself to school. On the way there, I started talking to my cousin’s unborn baby. I told him, despite his mother’s readiness for him to spring forth, that he should stay in an extra week, just so he’d be only 3 weeks old when I get home, instead of four. That is very selfish of me. But I still want it to happen.
I never got to see her other son as a baby-baby. He was already 4 1/2 months when I met him for the first time. I want to hold this new little one as a teeny-tiny baby. No matter how much discomfort my cousin is in.
That’s not true. I don’t really want her uncomfortable.
Dave has a rugby game this weekend- his first “at home” since he and his friend started this Guatemalan team. I’m excited to watch him play again. I haven’t seen him play rugby since we left Kuwait which has been three years now. I really love watching him play. I feel like I should be wearing his letterman’s jacket and sitting in the special place reserved for the girlfriends of players. I also feel a little cocky because I know that I’ll be one of the few of my friends who actually (mostly) understands rugby.
I just started a lot of sentences with “I.” It’s all about me today.