Andrew suggested we spend the afternoon lounging at home with the windows open so we could listen to the rainstorm. I was thankful he did. We napped and ignored our phones and took random photos and ate chocolate covered almonds.
We talked about the baby. Will he have Andrew's feet? My eyes? Satchel's obsession with peanut butter? Will he be healthy?
We talked about the pregnancy and our doctor and how we were rushed out of our appointment on Thursday. How frustrated I was. How nervous I was. What will happen if Aston is still breech. What will happen if he isn't.
We talked about how we should call Andrew's parents. Give them an update. Tell them not to worry. That everything is fine. That their grandson is fine. That we got his sister's wedding invitation. That we've meant to call more lately. That we're sorry.
We talked about our tenants. One who we should sue. One who we should call. Two who we're surprised we haven't heard from. We talked about the one who is getting hit by her boyfriend and the five who we hope will renew their leases. We talked about the kids of the one we might have to evict.
We talked about how much I hate talking about that.
We talked about the sprinkler system not turning on and the nice neighbor who came over to help us with it.
We talked about the neighbors. How they're no longer moving, but they're sending their son to boarding school in the Northeast. Which Andrew and I should consider talking about. Apparently.
We talked about talking about boarding schools.
We talked about how mental we'd have to be to be talking about talking about boarding schools because who will mow our lawn then?
Then we talked some more about the boy who will mow our lawn.
Will he have Andrew's feet? My eyes? Will he be healthy?