Hello everyone! I'm writing you from Rancho Mirage (Palm Springs) in beautiful California. The resort we are staying at was the resort we stayed at 4 years ago, around this time, when we suspected that I was pregnant. Turns out I was. Luckily, my body didn't agree too much with alcohol that trip and for good reason. (Even though the two pregnancy tests I tried here said I wasn't).
This trip we decided to leave our little girl at home with her grandma. We are only gone for 5 days and wanted to check out some of the great tennis in Indian Wells this weekend. It only made sense to leave her. I was settled into the couch, well into the first few chapters of the "Hunger Games" and the cell phone rang: Grandma calling us. Can't be good. Turns out our little girl had a fever and wasn't feeling well. Of course. On day one of our vacation. By day two she was better-ish and on day three she over her fever but wanted her mommy. Told me so on the phone. Broke my heart. In pieces.
I actually contemplated taking a plane home that day but my husband disagreed. "She's having a great time over there". And I know that. But it's still hard to hear. I think by today she will be fine, and we will be back before she knows it. I told her about a dress I picked out for her and talked about some special treats that I would bring home. That seemed to help.
One thing I know for sure: Next trip, she's coming.