Ali is such a butt in the mornings. I suppose she gets it from me, I like to be left the hell alone so I can drink my coffee and screw around on my phone for a good 30-60 minutes. Speaking of my caffeine addiction, that’s one thing that will be nice about not gestating our next child. I love coffee SO MUCH, sometimes I get really excited to go to bed because I know that in just a few short hours I get my creamy and delicious morning cup. It was hard for me to give it up before! I also love ibuprofen and beer, although they weren’t as hard for me to abstain from. I actually had my first drink of alcohol in about 3 months last night, that one little beer really got me going! Despite how these last few sentences sound, I’m not a lush at all, don’t worry. I started getting 2-3 day hangovers at around 30, so that put an end to my partying lifestyle.
The partying lifestyle. I was up all night the other night worrying about our baby out there, wherever (s)he is. Someone, somewhere out there is carrying our baby, and I hope they aren’t pumping it full of drugs, pharmaceutical or street, or alcohol. I hope our baby isn’t listening to a bunch of yelling and screaming and being flooded with stress hormones. We are going to do the pre adoptive foster care thing, I’d like to get the baby as young as possible but we are willing to go up to a 1 year old. This means our kid will be coming from a situation where the parents rights were terminated at birth or shortly thereafter, and we all know what that means. We are totally, 100% ok with the baby having some issues, but we won’t get one with any extensive issues. Maybe sounds a little callous, but we want Ali to have a companion in life, not a burden she will have to take care of once we aren’t able to.
But enough about that, how about some pictures? It’s such a beautiful weekend for fall festivities 🙂