I had a pretty great dream last night. I was absolutely rocking out on a skateboard - mind you, I also had a waistline (aka wasn't pregnant). I'm 28 years old, pregnant with our second and I still don't know how to skateboard. A downright crime if you know my social circle from the Serrano Seahawk Jr HS days in Cali...
A lot of people I know have a bucket list, but I'm a Tunila (so I'm impatient), and made mine a "before I'm 30" list. Before I'm 30 I would like to be able to not embarrass my son on a skateboard. Sadly my skating career was cut short on a church trip to Mexico where I was trying to show I didn't have to sit on the sidelines with the other girls, that I could skate too. Well, the board went out from under me and so did my legs, I landed on my hip/bum and ended up black and blue (and couldn't cry, of course, to save face). OUCH!!!
So, why is this dream confession on baby's blog? Baby, I have you to thank. If I wasn't 13 weeks pregnant with you I'd have gone out to the store this morning and bought a board - not to mention me finding some random 15 year old kid to teach me.
So thank you baby, for keeping me off a skateboard (and my hip/bum bruise-less) for another 6 months (at least). Just one more reason daddy and I are excited you're a part of our growing family!
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