Manifesting reality

Lovely weekend. Lots of social time. Lots of rest. Lots of time with ourlittle boy. (Eek! It still feels weird to say it!)

Friday Guy came by the office late in the day and we ended up grabbing a quick dinner at Chipotle. We walked with Miles a bit, then headed home. I lay down, ostensibly for just a bit to nurse Miles, but the oxytocin kicked in and I fell asleep.

Miles and I actually made it to the farmers' market by 9:30 a.m. A first for us. We had a fine time chatting, wandering around, working with Daddy, watching the musicians play mandolin, fiddle and cello. Miles got his first balloon. He was transfixed. He would reach for it, then lose it, then reach again. It was very cool watching him be so very entertained and delighted.

I got to talk with quite a few folks and then, to really top it off, we went out for lunch after the market with a handful of folks. It was nice. Miles charmed everyone and didn't fuss a bit.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the hammock and out in the field walking the dogs. It was so gorgeous outside I couldn't bear to go in. As darkness fell so did the rain.

Sunday brought sleeping in, mountains of laundry and a visit with G and C. They loved Miles. He adored them. It was good to see them. I can say that they are one of those couples that makes my heart happy. They seem very right together. It makes me sad that having a child may be very hard for them to achieve. And they reminded me of something...

Last year, in Sept., I was in Minneapolis for their wedding. During that time, I got to see C's family interacting.They're fun. They love each other. They spend time together. They're progressive. G and C reminded me that I said, standing on their porch in the Twin Cities, that watching the M family made me want to breed. Ahem. Yep. I said that.

I got pregnant right around that time, maybe a few days before that trip. Yep.

Talk about manifesting reality.