To sum up the weekend: the boys are now in the kitchen, doing homework; the Comers are now back on the road, heading back to Atlanta; and I now know efficient ways to breathe. I think that says it all.

We had a lovely visit with the Comers, who came in to spend the day with The Boy while we were breathing yesterday. They took a trip to the Space and Rocket Museum, which Bryan and I haven’t been to since .. ever. The Boy came home just ecstatic about the place, so I’m guessing it’s changed a bit in the past few years. We’ve promised to take him back sometime in the near future.

We also had our first exchange (although, I’m sure, not the last) with sibling rivalry this weekend. Bryan’s mother brought in a TON of baby clothes, toys, and other goodies that she’d picked up around town, and was showing me the many things when The Boy came over, picked up a baby toy, and said, “What am I supposed to do with THIS?!” I had to calmly explain that it was for the baby, so he could use it to play with Tony. He grimaced for a second, then shrugged it off with, “Well, good, because I can’t fit in those clothes anyway.”

(In their defense, they brought him some toys, too.)

Birthing class was.. well, I supposed it was educational. I can’t say that I learned a whole bunch that I didn’t already know, and it totally sucked when the a/c cut out with a room of 20 pregnant women and their partners, but I guess it was good to go to. If nothing else, it opened up a dialogue between myself and Bryan about how we want the birth to happen. I knew I had control issues (ME?! REALLY?!), but it suddenly came to light that I can’t even hand over the breathing to Bryan. I just CAN’T. Now, we could get in there and I could completely lose my cool and not be able to focus on anything.. but really, I want to do this (you know, like everything else) without having to concern anyone.

I don’t have much to say about the game last night. Wilson was just not throwing well. Our defense was worn out in the first half. And we were just generally out-played. Depressing, yes.. but not hopeless.

The week ahead looks miserably full, both at work and outside of it. Next week, we get to watch videos of people giving birth. Isn’t that exciting? Sure. You can bet your sweet bippy that I’m overjoyed at the thought.