I am in the midst of preparing for a vacation that has been a long time coming. 3 years in fact. Friday after my husband gets off work we are hopping in the car and heading for the sunny beaches of Florida. My parents rent a condo for a week every year. I am so ready mentally. Prepared? Not so much. There is so much to do. There is even more to pack. Last time we did this it was on our 1 year wedding anniversary. No baby to pack for. We hit New Orleans on the way there and back. This year it will be straight through with hope and lots of prayers that we avoid too many meltdowns from the backseat.
I have sort of begun preparations. I have written the requistite packing and to-do lists but I am just not 100% focused on the trip yet. Why? Because tommorrow I meet my new OB/GYN. When I left my job I left my insurance and had to switch to my husband's which does not cover the doctor I have used for the past 5 years. The doctor who delivered my son 7 1/2 weeks early. The doctor who monitored me after my miscarriage before Bear. The doctor I trust. Needless to say I am not looking forward to this. I don't want to start all over with someone new and explain my history and have to learn to adjust to new bedside manner. Ugh. Not to mention the $40.00 copay plus the babysitter I had to hire to watch Bear so I could go.
Once I get through that tomorrow morning I hopefully will be able to switch into vacation mode. Plus my camera comes tomorrow. I CANNOT wait. I want to play with it and learn all the new settings and take 100 pictures of the same thing. I have been tracking it all day from when it left KY and landed in Texas. It is now in route to my town and tomorrow it will be out for delivery. Unfortunately we are like the LAST freaking house the UPS man delivers to so it will probably be about 8:00 tomorrow before it gets here. Oh well, as long as it gets here before we leave so I can take beautiful beach pictures I will be happy.