An Unexpected Visitor

An Unexpected Visitor

Tonight I got a strange call from my best friend from college, Stephanie, who currently lives in Seattle. She was supposed to be flying to Iceland, but got delayed in Minneapolis and so would be missing her connecting flight in Boston. Unexpectedly stranded in Boston for the night, she called to make plans to meet up.

It was quite late by the time she got in and sorted out her travel plans for tomorrow, so she decided to stay at the hotel near the airport rather than have me make a late night run down there. I’ll go fetch her tomorrow morning after Bella goes down for her nap. She has to be back in time to catch a 1pm flight back to Minneapolis. (Don’t even ask.) But at least she can have brunch with us, hang out for a bit, and see Bella again.

What a delightful surprise!

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  • Heather,

    How funny.

    The work clothes I’m actually not having too much of a problem with. I never liked them that much anyway. I’m really at heart a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl.

    What’s really killing me are the clothes I wore on our honeymoon. It was not even two years ago. Many of them were practically brand new. I know it’s totally irrational and I’ll never wear them again and I have the pictures to remember the experience by. But I think I won’t be able to toss all of them until the next move.

  • Melanie,

    You might want to keep some stuff.  When my first weaned, I lost 10 lbs that I thought would never go away again.  I think some of our bodies (lucky us) hold on to some weight to make sure we can still nurse.  My SIL had the same experience.  Both of us had been working hard to lose the baby weight, but it refused to leave until the baby weaned.

  • Daisy,

    Thanks for the encouraging words. Now that you mention it, I recall that I’ve heard about losing weight after weaning.

    Even so, I’m not sure how much sense it makes for me to continue to packrat them as I’ll probably be pregnant again before Isabella’s fully weaned. I would be pregnant now had I not miscarried…. and then there will be that baby fat to lose and that baby to wean, etc.

  • We seem to be on the same kind of schedule here. I admit I’m having a hard time purging the wardrobe of “work clothes”—never mind that 1) some were purchased in 1993 when I graduated from college, and 2) I don’t plan on ever needing them again. It’s just difficult to actually commit to saying good-bye to a time in my life I worked so hard for.

    I suppose, though, it will probably be easier than trying to live in 880 square feet and two bedrooms with four kids, eh?

    God bless and good luck!