Joey was supposed to fly home on Sunday morning, but he never goes along with "the plan." I talked to him several times on Thursday about the flight, what time it was, arrival time, etc. I was sitting back thinking how much time I had to clean and fully organize the house before he got home on Sunday. Friday morning, six o'clock, the phone rings. . .it's HIM. He says, "hey, I'm just gonna drive home." I say (very sleepily and without full control of my brain) "Okayyyyy. When are you leaving?" To which he replies, "I'm already in the car, see you around six o'clock tonight." Though this little episode shouldn't surprise me, it did catch me off guard. So, I immediately went into turbo cleaning mode. I cleaned for two solid hours before the boys got up for breakfast and school. After we finished up around 12:30 or so, I went back into cleaning mode. All that day as I was washing sheets and sweeping floors, I kept thinking how I shouldn't have waited around to do all of this. This was just classic Joey. We have never. . . .I repeat NEVER left to go someplace when we were supposed to. Trips to the mountains, Sea World, home from WV. . .never fails, his excitement always gets the best of him and we end up leaving at least 24 hours before we originally planned. Usually with my to-do list halfway done and I'm rushing and throwing clothes into suitcases like a madwoman. Right then I made a vow to always be ready 48 hours before we've "planned" to do anything!!!
So, he arrived home and the boys were so excited and surprised because they still thought he wasn't coming home until Sunday. Saturday morning, we had a flag football game and it was Joey's first time seeing the boys in action. Both the boys scored touchdowns and it was funny to see the boys look over at Joey everytime they pulled a flag or scored to make sure he was watching.
Tuesday morning, I had a doctor's appointment and I had called ahead of time to see if we could sneak in and get a sonogram just in case we could see if we were going to be painting pink or blue. I'm not actually due for a sonogram until 20 weeks, but I was right at 16 weeks and Joey wouldn't be home for the October sonogram. So, we loaded up the boys and headed to the Ob-gyn's office. They snuck us in (if you can imagine two rambunctious little boys "quietly sneaking" anywhere). The technician asked the boys what they thought it was. Bae said, without hesitation, "We already know it's a girl." Brek said, "yeah, it's a sister." She had the wand on my belly for like 2 seconds and she said, "well, I think everyone is getting what they were hoping for. It's a girl." The boys were like, duh, and Joey said, "yay!" I was a little in shock. Actually, as I'm typing this, I'm STILL a little in shock. So, pink it is.
Wednesday and Thursday passed way too quickly and before we knew it, Friday morning had come and it was time for Joey to head back to WV. I had already kinda mentally prepared myself for his leaving, so I felt confident I wasn't going to cry and act like a crazy weepy woman. I succeeded. . . . until he was about a mile down the road, anyway. Oh well, I'll blame it on the pregnancy hormones.
