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So we're dropping a whopping $7000 for the Jetta (thanks to Brad's grandmother) and now are payments will be very small compared to what they would've been. We're hoping for it to come in in about 2 weeks (give or take a few days...it's coming from somewhere in Germany).
I don't know how stoked I am about leaving for the States now. Brad's been so sweet and loving and it's just gonna kill me to have to get on that plane in Venice. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to Texas - I'm just going to miss him like hell. This'll be the first time we've been seperated since the first day I met him (Feb 7th 2004) so I'm just a bit anxious. I'm already worried about him...I know he can survive on his own (he's a big boy afterall) and he had his own dorm, where he managed to stay alive in, before he met me...but it's not the same. This is Italy and there's only so much you can do here - especially on way low cash flow. I guess I'll just keep my head up and hold my hopes high that May and June'll fly by, and July will be here very soon.
Tomorrow's the day Brad was supposed to be leaving for the desert, but thank god he's not. I'm hoping to squeeze in a slot in the Lamaze class on Wednesday. I procrastinated (as usual) and I think it may be too late to get in there this week, but my plane leaves next Tuesday and they only hold those classes on Wednesdays..so we may be S.O.L. I just don't want to be freakin' out when I go into labor and don't know what the hell I'm doing. I am really psyched to see my little brothers. Steven forced one of his friends to look at a prego-pic of me (the kid is creeped out by the belly)...I thought, "How sweet, my little brother wants to show me off to his friends"...but then I realized that Steven had to FORCE this kid to look at just an image of me. *shakes head* I'm not conceited, by any means, but I think I make a very cute pregnant lady...asshole kids...haha
I don't know how stoked I am about leaving for the States now. Brad's been so sweet and loving and it's just gonna kill me to have to get on that plane in Venice. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to Texas - I'm just going to miss him like hell. This'll be the first time we've been seperated since the first day I met him (Feb 7th 2004) so I'm just a bit anxious. I'm already worried about him...I know he can survive on his own (he's a big boy afterall) and he had his own dorm, where he managed to stay alive in, before he met me...but it's not the same. This is Italy and there's only so much you can do here - especially on way low cash flow. I guess I'll just keep my head up and hold my hopes high that May and June'll fly by, and July will be here very soon.
Tomorrow's the day Brad was supposed to be leaving for the desert, but thank god he's not. I'm hoping to squeeze in a slot in the Lamaze class on Wednesday. I procrastinated (as usual) and I think it may be too late to get in there this week, but my plane leaves next Tuesday and they only hold those classes on Wednesdays..so we may be S.O.L. I just don't want to be freakin' out when I go into labor and don't know what the hell I'm doing. I am really psyched to see my little brothers. Steven forced one of his friends to look at a prego-pic of me (the kid is creeped out by the belly)...I thought, "How sweet, my little brother wants to show me off to his friends"...but then I realized that Steven had to FORCE this kid to look at just an image of me. *shakes head* I'm not conceited, by any means, but I think I make a very cute pregnant lady...asshole kids...haha