A Nice Weekend

So, this past weekend was Jason's birthday . . . he's 32! Can you believe it?! He was asked how old he was and I had to answer for him, isn't that funny. But it's been that way for a while. Anyhow, our friend, Adam, was kind enough to invite us to an all expenses paid stay in San Francisco. We hadn't gone out, especially without Xander, in so long that he figured we needed a little getaway. One thing that I wasn't anticipating was all of the walking. We had talked about taking the muni system, so that's what I thought that we were going to do. Granted, walking is good during pregnancy and Lord knows I need the exercise, but this was a little more strenuous than I think I should've done. You're not suppose to strain yourself and elevate your heart rate too much, but that definitely happened. Everything from my waist down was in pain: my stomach was cramping, my shins felt like they had growing pains, and I even felt like a speculum was stretching out my cervix and the baby was going to just fall out on his own. I really tried not to complain, but it was the most pain I had been in in a long time. I had some great chow fun and pizza late at night. There was also a great party for two in our hotel room, if you know what I mean. It was awesome and unforgettable, so if Jason reads this, thanks again. He ended up taking the following Monday off too for a three day weekend which was really nice. We were going to take Xander to the zoo, but it started sprinkling. It cleared up really nice by the time we were going to go, but Jason said it'd be cheaper to go to pet shops. Boy, was he wrong! We came home with two new members of the family, two rats, one blue (Remy, like in Ratatouille) and one dumbo (Mo, like the little robot in Wall-E). We wanted names that were easy for Xander to learn and say. They are both sweet and pretty quiet. Mo has a little more personality, but Remy is a cuddler. Xander loves them and Nissa is dying to play with them, but she'll probably just end up eating them or something. The nice thing about Monday was that it was a forecast of how things will hopefully be when Jason is done with school. We'll have time to spend as a family and play with Xander and the rest of the family.
I guess my concern coming up is my 28th birthday. Usually Jason gets the cool stuff and I end up with the short end of the stick. So, I guess we'll see. In fact, come to think of it, I think more thought gets put into his birthday than anyone else including his parents'. The crappy part is that with the hormones I'll probably blow it out of proportion too. The other issue is that we never have spare money when my day comes too. One good thing about this year is that my birthday is on a weekend, so Jason shouldn't have to work, but he'll be coming to the end of school and probably have finals to work on. I don't know, someday I know things will be different.
Well, until we meet again . . .