I'm beyond excited that Bobby will be home in just a few days. It's been kind of a rough night/morning because I've been missing him. I did just leave Mississippi but I know I won't see him again until we move into our house on the 31st. My sister has been really great and always has be over to visit. Last night she brought my nephew over to play which is always a good time. These are a few pictures that I took last night. 
Isn't his outfit precious! Uncle Bobby and I bought him that on our anniversary trip to Hawaii in March and it fits him perfectly and just in time for his 1st birthday. I'm going to use a picture I took last night to make his birthday invitations. Hopefully I can post them for you guys to see once I finally get them made!
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Ok. Not to extend this into a long sappy post but I'm having mama drama fears. I mentioned yesterday that a few of my friends are getting ready to start having babies and I'm sure my sister will be trying again for her second soon. I know that I'm still not ready and I've always wanted to wait until I was closer to 30 before having kids -- which is what my aunt and stepmom did and I think it worked perfectly. But, here's the thing...I've had so many people telling me lately that they can't imagine me not living in the city and having a baby on my hip. I've always had this fear to have kids simply because I'm afraid I won't be a good mom. It has nothing to do with kids -- I love kids -- it only has to do with the fact that I'm terrified to raise screwed up kids and release them into society. What I'm hearing only scares me more. Yeah, I absolutely love living in the city and, in my opinion, there are several places in Houston that are perfectly acceptable to raise kids -- granted, I'll have to win the lottery to be able to afford those areas. I don't feel like there is anything wrong with me taking my time, enjoying my husband and being completely selfish right now because once kids come that's all over. I guess I had a friend say something the other night and I can't stop thinking about it. I'm not a super sensitive person and I rarely get my feelings hurt but that stung a little. I guess it's because I've always had this fear and then it's almost like it was just confirmed.
Luckily, my family is pretty understanding and they don't press us too hard to have babies. I have a wonderful family and while I know they are all ready, they know I'm not. So, here's to hoping I grow into being mommy-material at some point...
