One Last Hurrah...

Joshua and I are slowly coming to the realization that our life is about to change, and as excited as we are about Pistachio Almond Allison, we admittedly have had a pretty sweet six and a half years of childfree spontaneity. We invite our friends and family over and act like morons playing Mario Cart and Guitar Hero on the Wii. (Emily did a lovely rendition of “Livin’ on a Prayer” just last night). We stay up late on Saturday nights to watch grown men pound one another to a bloody pulp on Pay-Per-View and then sleep late without remorse. We watch the Dallas Cowboys, eat queso, and drink….soda on Sundays during the fall. During these games, I pace and occasionally use harsh language at full volume, and one time, I was so geared up, I rode the exercise bike in front of the TV for the entire game. We sneak fast food into movie theaters to watch obnoxious actors that used to appear on Saturday Night Live and laugh hysterically without ever wondering, “Is this movie appropriate for children?” We eat exotic things like spicy stir fry with bean sprouts and never dream of baking frozen fish sticks and canned peaches to serve with it. We take off for Tulsa on a Saturday on a whim without loading our vehicle to capacity with car seats and baby gear. We run the vacuum at any time during the day, the dogs growl at every bird in the backyard, and I listen to Sirius Satellite Radio at full volume without consequence. Best of all, every living thing in our residence currently is potty-trained. In short, our early married life has been pretty sweet, and even though I know it is bound to get sweeter, it certainly has been fun while it lasted!

Joshua and I decided a few months ago that we need a vacation. After all, we haven’t been on a real vacation since well, our honeymoon. Since Joshua and I have the same birthday only five years apart, we always do something special around our big day in April, so April seemed like the perfect time for our last rendezvous before Pistachio’s world premiere, especially since my doctor is going to officially ground me around June. We knew we wanted to go some place grown-up, because frankly, the next eighteen (18) years will provide ample opportunities for our family to visit Disneyland and Seaworld. We also knew we had to go somewhere relatively cheap since we have a few major purchases to make before September. It would have to be some place fairly memorable because we know we aren’t going to be doing much vacationing for potentially a few years till Pistachio is old enough to cry with his or her face covered in blue cotton candy while we are sweating bullets in an incredibly long line to ride the Merry-Go-Round at Six Flags Over Texas in August. So, we needed someplace memorable, cheap and grown-up for the soon-to-be parents to relax and play….I mean, did we really have a choice? That’s right….Viva Las Vegas!

I teased Joshua that Las Vegas may not be quite as fun if he has to tote around the pregnant lady with a pooch belly in her Ked’s tennis shoes. He said something charming and sweet about it not being any fun without the pregnant lady, so he is continuing the trend of winning lots of brownie points with his baby mama. We are going to take things very easy: Go casual, visit the spa for a massage, sleep late, order room service, and see a few shows. Most importantly, we will be together and not at work! We made our final plans today and officially booked our hotel and flights. So, how many days until April?