My pregnancy travels are done! Husband and I hit up the great state of Arizona this weekend for a law conference and shoot, I want to embrace in a slightly awkward, bit too tight and enthusiastic way whoever planned it because: whoa. I had the great privilege of seeing my girl crush (hell, every she-lawyer's girl crush) Sandra Day O'Connor in the flesh. And despite her schoolmarm voice, I loved every minute of her presentation, and we also got to see a number of other girl crushes I have, who will remain nameless so no one googling them will discover the fascination I have with them, but let's just say they're a big deal and I heart them. We also got to meet a bunch of people who knew husband and/or husband's fam (surprise, surprise) and visit one of my favorite pairs of senior citizens from the mish. Plus I got 48+ hours of straight up quality time with husband which was an outstanding treat. Basically, two thumbs up, and that's even including staying in a medium-gross hotel and waddling around while everyone thought husband was the lawyer and I was the preg sidekick. Ha!
In other news, will you guide me? Do you ever keep doing things that are hard for you just because part of you worries that if you don't, you'll become a shut-in who knits sockettes for her pets while doing large-print wordsearches on a crooked, rusty TV tray, grumbling about the price of prescription drugs while wearing only an oversized sheet with greasy mustard stains on it? That's me and Relief Society right now. I'm convinced if I keep trying I'll eventually stop dreading it and start going bc I like it. I've been gone for a couple weeks, but apparently there is a "recipe exchange" this week at some lady's house, where you bring something you made and 20 copies of the recipe, blahblahblah. Problem: I don't make anything and I hate that sort of thing. But, I don't want to become creepy shut-in and keep thinking if I pull it together, one day I will stop wishing I hadn't gone and start thinking hey, I'm getting the hang of this. Good grief, I am 25 years old and going to have a kid, does that mean it's time to make mom friends? So, do I go, just make some PBJs and act natural? Do I buy something, pretend I made it, go and make polite conversation and risk coming home & pounding my head into the wall? Do I grow a pair, quit complaining and just drop out? Do I stay home and finish season 2 of Lost?? Should I finish up that damn wordsearch and call it good? Help.