Counting down the days.

We've got a vacation planned for next month. A real vacation.

Since I've met Big Boss Man, we've gone places. in fact, I worked at the airport for a year before I met him, and I'd never, ever used my flight benefits...not once! But when he picked me up and we became a couple, I actually started going places with him. Working for an airline has some perks, one being flight benefits. This means that we arrive at the airport, try to get on a flight, (standby), and if there are no leftover, empty seats, we smile politely, try to shmooze the gate agents so they'll remember us, and sit and wait for the next flight to come along...then we try again. This makes for some really interesting, if not longer than planned, vacations (see The Great Denver Incident, as BBM calls it).

But this time, we're not flying standby. We've got real live tickets (okay, they're not alive, but we've still got 'em). Thanks to Grandpa and Grandma, we've got honest-to-God seat assignments and everything for our upcoming trip to Florida to spend lots of time with the Florida family. This means that we don't have to get all gussied up to step foot on the plane. This means that when they call our section, not only will we know it's our section, but we can get on right then too! And, we know we're sitting together!! Once we arrive in sunny Florida, I, for one, plan on spending lots of time sitting out on their back porch, sipping milk or diet sierra mist or whatever baby-approved drink makes its way to my hand at the moment. If I can find a cute (read: not too skimpy and not too teeny-bopper) maternity swimsuit, I might actually even venture over to the pool once in awhile.

All I know is that I'll be maxxin' and relaxin', chillin' with the family, and having a grand ol' time catching up and settling down. This is the calm before the storm, so to speak, as the time between getting back home and Junior Mint's arrival will fly by faster than time normally flies here on Whirlwind Lodge.

Now this also means that I'm {this} close to having my sex-of-the-baby-telling ultrasound. That is scheduled for April 11th, the Friday before we leave. I even took off work that day, because NOTHING will mess this appointment up. I'm going to stuff myself silly with water so they have the best view possible, and I've already been telling Junior Mint how important it is that he/she cooperates and lets the U/S tech see whatever they need to see. Now this means, of course, that I'll wake up late that morning, not have enough time to drink the required amounts of water, and the tech will be able to see that there is, in fact, a baby in there, and nothing else. Truly, that would be okay too...if we can't find out whether I'm carrying a boy Junior Mint or a girl Junior Mint, that'll be alright...as long as it's a healthy Junior Mint.

So, let the countdown begin. We've got a backwards calendar up on the wall, and each day The Boys alternate crossing one more day off so we know exactly how long we've got until we leave. We're down to 16 days now, and I'm practically trembling with excitement!! I'm hoping we're able to get online there so I can update with pictures of the family, but if we can't, then I'll have plenty of uploads to share once we get back!