For those of you who know me well, you won't find it a surprise that I know when I only have 100 days left of pregnancy. And it's today!!! (And I don't know just because of that twirling alienesque looking thing on my side bar--I figured it out first! (note to self: change that baby as soon as I publish post) Just take a look at my checkbook register and you'll find all sorts of dates circled with numbers written by them. I am admittedly freakish in this regard.) This is a trickier countdown than most because it may be a few days off, and I don't like celebrating uncertainty, but I guess it's better than not celebrating at all. So, it's on to double digits for baby Gus-gus! (for lack of a better name, this is what I have been calling him and heaven help him, because it just might stick!)
When I mentioned to Dan last week that this "big day" was coming up, he just laughed and said "It reminds me of the day when you decided to try and figure out how many seconds old you were and it just so happened that you turned a billion seconds old that day." What are the odds?! So, naturally I made myself a cake and invited the family over to celebrate my billionth birth-second. (And naturally Dan made a spread sheet on excel to figure out when anybody else would turn a billion seconds old and other odd numerical birth-facts. And naturally, being the space cadet I am sometimes, I deleted excel from my computer about 3 million seconds ago and have yet to replace it.) All I know is, it happens before you turn 32.
It also reminded me of the time I decided to celebrate our 100 month anniversary because I had a sneaky suspicion that I'd be expecting a baby on our 10th anniversary. I was right. (For anyone who's too lazy to figure that on out, it's 8 years, 4 months.) It didn't exactly turn out how I had planned (oh, it was going to be grand), but for some people, the planning is the best part. You don't even want to know how many parties I have planned in my head and never got around to inviting anyone except myself. So, I guess we'll just have to celebrate our 4000 days together, which happens May 8, 2010. Or 150 months together, which is November 27, 2011. Or a whopping 5000 days on February 1, 2013. I best get to planning. And no more babies to mess things up!!! (a girl can dream, right?!)
And that was a sneak peak into the curious mind of Sarah Foutz.
3 years ago
10 comments:
What a cute post. I love the numbers thing. I guess I have never really thought about it. Maybe we have some parties to plan in the future. I need to figure out when I turn a billion seconds old. Oh, by the way, I love the pregnancy ticker you have on. It is the cutest one I have ever seen.
I just need to say one thing:
I really love you, Sarah Foutz!
what great pics! i cracked up at this post because it seems so much more reasonable that my fixation with things in the order of 7 ever since i was little. 100 days to go. what will you do?
p.s. i adore the pioneer woman!
one more random thing, i do NOT think it is fair that you look as amazing as you do being that you have your 5th child on the way. seriously. they'd have to give me a tummy tuck from my crotch to my neck to look as good as you. NO FAIR!
I guess I'm not the only weirdo in the family. Now calculate all that in base 12!
Hey! It's been forever. I was waiting for your next post to say anything. Your blog is so cute. I love all the pics and I'm so excited for you to be expecting--a boy! We'll have to share pics so that they will know each other in 20 yrs. You know, we can hope. Your post is hillarious. I always knew you were a little smartie!
I'm glad I'm not alone in my craziness. I haven't figured out all the things you have but there sure is weird stuff going on up there. Your blog looks great! Did you put those super model pictures of you at the top to make the rest of us feel bad? J/K I miss ya sis. Are you coming for spring break? You could be here for D-day.
This post made me miss you oh so much!!! How I love you!
Next time I need some math done for a crazy reason, I know who to call.
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