Boy-less

So I dropped my boys off at the airport about 45 minutes ago so they could fly down to Texas to do Christmas with my sister-in-law and her family. I couldn't go with because I don't know if I have to work tomorrow or not, and regardless of the answer of that, they won't come home until Monday night, after my prenatal dr. appt. And I am sad that I couldn't go because it will be my boys, my sister-in-law, her husband, their two children, and my in-laws (whom I also dropped off 45 minutes ago). The only one missing is me.

I'm sad, but not totally. Here's why. First, have you ever flown pregnant? For me, I get sick to my stomach and am not a fan of that feeling. The other reason is that in a little over a week, I am heading home for the holidays. I haven't finished shopping and I have a ton of other things I need to do too. So having the boys gone will give me that time to get some of that stuff done.

This is not to say that I won't get lonely. But my husband thinks that I have enough things to accomplish that I won't even notice that they aren't here. That may be true, for like a day, then I will miss them. I was in tears a couple times this morning before they left (pregnancy hormones again). Lukin was like, "No Mommy why (his word for cry). Mommy happy."

Yep. I am gonna miss them.