Did I Just Run A Marathon?
After Friday's Huge Baby Scare and subsequent great relief, we decided to blow off some steam, to have a last hurrah and go to Santa Cruz. So when I saw someone selling a used Bumbo Seat for a good price, we thought why not make a day of it?

After Joe Trash's sudden appearance on our doorstep at 10:30, we had to scramble to drop the dogs off at Spots for the day (no medicine required, so I felt okay about leaving them there), then get something to eat and head down. It was the first time I'd driven Betty over the hill and man, I am still so in love with that car. I tell you what, she's a fine machine.

On the way down, AMYFRITZ! called to tell us That Ted had proposed!! We screeched for like 5 minutes, then screeched some more. WOOO HOOOO!!!

After screeching ourselves hoarse at Amy's FABULOUS news, we picked up the bumbo seat and headed into downtown Santa Cruz to have our Last Hurrah excursion before we have this baby. This translated into walking around, searching for public bathrooms via a series of signs that led nowhere (certainly not to a place where I could pee), and shopping in some cute stores.

Sadly, it also completely wiped me out. I got home that night feeling like I'd just ran a marathon, or, since I've never run a marathon, feeling like I'd just played all 5 games in a tournament.

Yesterday, I played in my final (for a while) concert and that, too, felt like playing all 5 games. Good fans of the Cupertino Symphonic Band, I apologize for my performance. I just dialed it in and even skipped a bunch of notes because breathing, it is so hard. My excuse is good - there's an ass in my lungs - but still. I wish I could have done better.

Gus must have pulled something in his back or neck during their adventures at Spots (or, just as likely, getting out of Andrea's tall car on the way there) because he didn't want to get up yesterday. He couldn't eat his breakfast off of his raised Gus meal stand. I came out of our room to see Andrea on the floor, holding his bowl at the only height that worked for him.

Sigh. We gave him extra pain meds and he settled himself in the big crate. I tucked him in with his octopus, star with a mohawk and his giraffe. Then we let him be. When we got home last night, I was THRILLED to hear his clop-clopping around the living room as he greeted us. He was limping a little, but on the mend.

This morning, he was up and about, prolly at 80% strength, walking in circles around the kitchen for m. I'll take that, I'm not picky.

And me? I'm still completely exhausted, despite having slept. But the baby's fine, Gus is mostly fine and we have a bumbo seat. And AMYFRITZ! is engaged!!!