A Great Weekend

I don't really feel like giving every single little detail, but Matthew and I had a great weekend. It involved swimming, shopping, birthdays, more birthdays, a family get-together, awesome food and scrumptious cake. How could it get any better?

Admittedly, though, it makes going back to every day life a bit difficult, especially when there's nothing on the calendar to excite me. Can't Matthew stay home from work all the time? What it this thing they call money, anyway?!

I'm so so SO excited because Matt got me the new Kobo Touch for my birthday, and I can't wait to get it and start using it. Apparently they're sold out in most stores and you need to order them in. I'm hoping that because the store Matt bought it from is now in-stock (since last Wednesday) then my Kobo won't be far behind. I'm getting pretty impatient for it.

Really, though, life has been a little boring, with the exception of the weekend. Boring is good, I know, but time is starting to drag. I feel like I've been pregnant forever, and yet I'm not due for another 3 months (tomorrow!) Why does that seem so long, when the last 3 months (finishing school, exam, the exciting month of May) seemed to fly by?

So I'm going to list the exciting things I have to count down to

-3rd trimester (28 weeks) - July 13th (can you believe that that's only a week away? A WEEK!)
-3D ultrasound  - roughly 30 weeks, or around July 27th

Ummmm...that's all I'm coming up with. Maybe THAT'S why life feels boring now. I have nothing scheduled, except the impending due date which is still 3 months away. No wonder I'm feeling impatient! Before, things were flying by because things were HAPPENING. Now though? Nope. Just the slow, steady, thrum of summer. At least it's summer, though, and not winter. I can go swimming, go for walks outside, enjoy thunderstorms, bikerides, flipflops and ice-cream. But not flies...no, not flies. I say "flies" because there is one that has been dive-bombing my head for the last 1.5 hours, and I'm not entirely sure how I'm still sane.

It's not entirely true, though, that nothing is happening. I see a speech-path with Elijah on the 13th, but I'm not looking forward to it. Well, part of me is, but the other part of me is oh so worried. We're pushing 18 months without one word. Not a single one. That is really worrisome to me, a ling major. I know that my classes varied in how many words a child should have by 18 months. Some said 50, some 25, others 20, and others still 10. But 0? No, that was a problem. Or, not a problem, but a concern. I don't want this to be a concern. Speech affects...everything. I feel scared, desperately so when I allow myself to think about it too long. I'm scared that my son won't speak ever. That he won't communicate, won't go to school, won't read or write, won't gain an education, have a job, serve a mission, get married, have a family. How can he do all those things if he never ever talks? And that's how it feels right now; like he'll never talk.

I try to remind myself that that's how ALL of Elijah's milestones have been. Just when I start to worry, he starts swallowing his food without the extrusion reflex, starts rolling, starts crawling, starts sitting up, starts walking, starts babbling, etc. And he does it all like he could all along, and was just waiting until he felt like it. This feels so so different, though. I haven't been worried about this for days, or even weeks. I was worried by 13 months, checked online, and found out that it's not something to be too concerned about until they pass 15-months. So we bide our time, waiting and watching, and nothing. Now? We're past 17-months, and still no.

Phew, okay, change of topic. It's not going to change anything, complaining about it, and I think I've explained it well enough to refer back to, if needed. My hope is that, in years to come I read this blog post and laugh about having ever worried about this, because Elijah will be find and normal and the worries will have been for naught.

I love Elijah so much. He and Matthew, and now this sweet little girl, are everything to me, and I can't imagine my life without them. They are what made my weekend so wonderful, what makes my life worth living, and I hope they know how much I love them.

On a different note, it occurred to me yesterday that I really like the name Etienne for a girl. Well, imagine my surprise when I discovered that it's a boy name. I knew it was French, but still. Really? Not even unisex? Maybe the unisex trend hasn't hit over there as hard as here, because it sounds awfully feminine to my Canadian mind, and not boyish at all. I know we have a girl name picked already, but still, it's so pretty sounding to me, and even rivals Esme (which, apparently IS a unisex name. What the heck?!)

Anyway, maybe it'd be fine as a middle name, because then they wouldn't get made fun of for having a "boy's" name for a MN.

Aaaaand off I go to look up pretty French and Tahitian names.