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    October 08, 2011

    Talking myself into and out of things

    I am not REALLY thinking about going to the Blathering. Not SERIOUSLY. In fact, I have made a list of all the reasons why I shouldn't/couldn't go:

    1. The cheapest flight is $367 and that's to DFW, which is still a ways from Austin, which means I would have to bum a ride and a car seat. (The cheapest direct flight to Austin? $837. HA HA HA.)
    2. I am about 40 pounds and four pants sizes larger than I was at the last Blathering and go ahead and call me shallow, but that's a bummer. 
    3. The above means I have nothing to wear. No really. I've been wearing the same pair of yoga pants and the same maternity shirt for two weeks.
    4. Guilt.
    5. We just bought a house. And a car. And several hundred cans of spray paint. 
    6. Phillip probably shouldn't take any more time off. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't WANT to take any more time off. 
    7. More guilt. 
    8. I'm not sure how I would hold up my end of the "meeting the drink minimum" deal. Though I'm positive Emily would come through for me. 
    9. Hauling a newborn along would severely limit my flexibility to just go do whatever and hang out with whoever, which is what the Blathering is ABOUT. Although she'd be a good excuse when I got overwhelmed, because HELLO FIFTY PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW... okay, this is not the "reasons to go" list.
    10. I don't have a roommate. And no one would want to room with a newborn anyway. They are going to get AWAY from their children. 
    11. Intense amounts of guilt. 

    Reasons TO go:

    1. Jen. Elsha. -R-. Hillary. And all the other people I would LOVE to meet for the first time. 
    2. Lauren. Sarah. Katie. Jennie. Maureen. And all the ladies I feel I like I didn't spend nearly enough time with when I DID meet them. 
    3. The girls I've seen more than seems possible for Internet Friends, which, sadly, isn't nearly enough. 

    BLEARGH.

    (P.S. NOT GOING.)

     

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    What a coincidence, I don't have a roommate either. But I have a room and I will let you both sleep in it. And I know there are already some people driving from DFW. And if you didn't want to, I suspect that you wouldn't even have to hold the baby at all. We may be going for breaks from OUR children, but I suspect that everyone would be totally willing to take a 1/50th share in a newborn. There might be fist fights over who got to hold her.

    (And I am not kidding, will totally share my room with both of you and you are exempted from guilt over possible nightwakings. I know what I'd be getting in to and I am fine with it.)

    We don't have a drink minimum to meet this year! Which basically means you have to come!

    I've been considering the same thing for the last several months. But I figure bringing a baby would ruin the fun for EVERYONE I WAS AROUND. Also I can't eat anything from anywhere. Seriously, NOTHING. I am incapable of traveling until I get Mr. Leo's issues sorted out. So I arrived at the same conclusion as you. We can sit home and mope together. (Unless you can make it happen, and then you should go! Seriously!)

    Well, you're not missing out on time with me, because I can't go either seeing as how I will be 34-35 weeks pregnant. And also broke. And the whole super-duper pregnant thing? I think if I tried to sit on a plane for 4 hours, I would be incapable of walking the entire weekend. HUGE, HEAVY SIGH.

    But all the talk is making me so sad too. Next year, will you be my roommate?

    I also have a room and no roommate. And I would be well aware of what I'd be getting into having a newborn in the room. I cosleep, so WELL aware.

    Also, I'm willing to wear my yoga pants all weekend if that would make you feel better about wearing your yoga pants all weekend.

    Newborns are portable! Way more portable than older kids.

    Oh! How I wish you were going and that I could spend time with you. But that just means that NEXT year will be that much more amazing.

    Also, it means that some of us will just have to come out and visit you. You've been warned!

    I will drive you to Austin! We have a biggish car! I bet I can even scare up an infant car seat!

    BUY THAT PLANE TICKET, MAGGIE.

    Maggie, I am thisclose to volunteering to be your roommate. We could do the newborn thing together...

    I want to go too! So badly. I'm not going. Oh, but I'm so teetering on the edge of making a rash decision and GOING.

    Oh, how I wish you could come! I guarantee there'd be dozens of ladies (myself included) who would be THRILLED to hold your baby and help out. NO ONE WOULD MIND. And if they DID mind, they suck and I don't want to hang out with them.

    Seriously, I'm SO bummed that you, Arwen, Diane, and Maureen aren't going to be there. It's all so DIFFERENT, and I DON'T LIKE CHANGE.

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