Nextborn

I was so tired last week that I was convinced I was pregnant. Honestly, I had named this next child (and I'm still with the "I'm done with children" mantra). So if I have a girl, you should know that her name is likely Vivian Ruby. Still up in the air about any future boys names. And no, I'm still not planning any more. Still done, thanks for asking.

I am *not* pregnant, the gods have spoken.

I got through May without a hitch except that I'm tired. The only thing I skipped on my calendar was book club, and though I missed it (the book was excellent), I don't think it would have been possible to make it. I took my mom to Moffitt for her appointments that same day, and what was supposed to be 1 1/2 hour appointment was 4 1/2 hours (with thankfully a clean bill of health from the oncologist).

And I was rewarded with a very lovely three day holiday with my wonderful husband sans kids where we shopped till we dropped, ate fabulous dinners at 10:30 and midnight and slept past 7am. There were antipasta platters, gnocchi, eggs benedict, wine, lo mein, wine, smoky grilled artichokes, ahi, more wine, and a very disappointing Triple D breakfast (although to be fair I think he mostly went there for the lunch, and we were a few hours too early for that). There were tops and shorts and a fabulous new Skagan bracelet and a Cole Haan purse. And then we came back missing the kiddos more than ever and thankfully still had a day and a half left to spend with them (I got them shirts and books when we were shopping ... ha!).

I hope your holiday weekend is delightful, and thank you to the men and women who risk their lives so that I might have a long weekend. And freedom. That too. :)