I hate waiting.
I really hate waiting.
Right now, I’m in waiting season.
I’m about as prepared for a pregnancy as I could possibly be. There’s nothing really left to do but wait for things to happen.
I was hoping to distract myself with Christmas, but now we’re totally ready for that, too. More waiting. I feel like a little kid. Why does Christmas have to take so long to get here? This will be the first Christmas that the Grasshopper really gets it. She’s so excited. I can’t wait to see her on Christmas morning with after Santa comes.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
The fun part is, we are waiting down in Ecuador with the in-laws. The Grasshopper is having a blast. Travelling with her is wonderful because you get to experience things again through her eyes. It’s great fun.
It’s a bit challenging, though, due to the extended nursing thing. So far, my mother-in-law and father-in-law haven’t said a word, but that may be because I’m doing my best to hide it. Usually, I’m very open about it (as evidenced by my public blog), but I just don’t want to deal with the cultural clash about this. No sense in creating tension where there is none, if that makes sense. The Grasshopper is doing really well adjusting to this. I’ve only been able to get in one or two nursings per day, but she seems to be okay with that. She’s been a champ with all the upheaval from the travel, new food, new experiences. She’s a very flexible child. I am so grateful for her positive attitude.
Honestly, that’s all I’ve got in me to write. I’m typing on a borrowed laptop and it’s driving me crazy. Also, it’s set to Spanish so it keeps trying to auto-correct every word I type.
I’ll write later about the flights down. It truly was the trip from Hell. I just don’t have the energy to go into it right now.