Sunday, October 19, 2008

A shift in tradition

Every two years or so my husband and I leave the house together, and spend a night or two in an expensive room. It's exciting, but usually some vomiting is involved, and a great deal of pain. Nobody sleeps much. I drink a lot of cranberry juice.

Then I come home, with a new baby.

This time around we skipped the hospital and went to a hotel instead. Traded the labor for dancing, added a little vodka to the cranberry juice. It was fun, and exciting, and as usual, sleep was scarce. The next day was painful, and unfortunately there was some vomiting. 

Will I ever do this again? I doubt it, but we'll see. Ask me again in fall of 2010. 


Angela said...

You naughty naughty girl! ;)

Angela said...

p.s. still waiting for your 'tagged' list...