I’m afraid I might be evolving, or perhaps its devolving, into a new creature. A creature that longs for warm sunny sand, water to cool off in when I become too hot, beverages and food provided to me by a caregiver (or yummy pool boy I’m not picky).
In short I’m becoming a lizard.
Or a roaming gnome wanna-be.
(Haha I couldn’t help myself. This is my tribute to the nerd that I used to be and secretly still am sometimes.)
Alex, poor hubby, has heard it from me pretty solid since the day after we returned from our glorious mousified honeymoon to Disney World. Ahh sweet, glorious Florida sunshine, pools, restaurants, hotel towels, and yes even the buses. (Heh. Which reminds me to tell you a funny story. Tomorrow.) I want to travel.
A huge number of my friends are becoming Moms really soon. I’m happy for them. I’m yes, sad to say, jealous of them. I really want to experience the things they are experiencing, but it isn’t time for that part of my marriage. So I’m trying to embrace the benefits of it being just Alex and I. By TRAVELING.
Party pooper over there on the couch though, says no. We need to wait. FOR WHAT?! The sun to shine where it ain’t gonna?
Bah. We’re not able to take a solid week vacation this year with Alex’s work schedule (though I may find a way to do one that is girl’s only before I lose my mind) without taking a pretty deep financial hit. So, in that sense I get the logic he is employing.
The lizard side of me however wants the sun. The non-pregnant side of me wants to get my husband in on this “positive embrace of self” that I’m on with the whole traveling thing. The roaming gnome doesn’t care where we go so long as we GO!
The travel bug is dangerous y’all. I’m afraid its bit me, and its bit me hard. Now…to get it to bite my husband.