First off, my baby lost his first tooth last night. I've been watching over the past several months to a year as the moms of all our August 2003 babies lost their first teeth. I wondered why Rhett didn't even has a loose one, but at this point, him being my 4th, I didn't worry too much about it. Earlier this week he showed me how wiggly it was and I squeamishly looked. I don't do well with loose teeth even (and possibly especially) if they're my own kids' teeth! Then last night on the way home he announced that his tooth fell out. He had just been wiggling it with his tongue and it popped right out! More startling than painful. The tooth fairy came just like she was supposed to last night (sometimes she oversleeps)! So, I guess it was inevitable that this was going to happen. And at least it wasn't one of his top teeth. Once they lose those baby teeth and the adult teeth come in, they start to look so different, no so little anymore.
For the past few weeks I've been having sporadic anxiety of our upcoming move. You would think I would be having continuous excitement instead since we're so glad this time has come! But nope, the smallest thing that would remind me of the move would give me that over the top of a rollercoaster feeling in my stomach. Wayne would try to talk to me about this aspect or that of the move and I seriously could just not even think of it. I know if I had to do the move by myself that I could with no problem. I am very good at stepping up to the plate when I need to. But part of it was the uncertainty of not having orders in our hands yet and part of it was lack of control (for me) and then it was just too much to think about at once. But lo and behold I woke up this morning and I felt a little more relaxed about it. It was like a Polaroid coming into focus a little bit more. Or, the way I actually visualize it in my mind, it was like a big carpet unrolling a little bit and things becoming smoother.
At this points tickets have been taken care of, appointments have been made, letter of resignation ((sigh)) has been sent...so I kind of just have to ride out the next few weeks. Put me in the hotel in a few weeks and my OCD monster will come out and I may be singing a different tune. But for right now, it's just like riding out a wave...on a big, slowly unrolling red (I arbitrarily chose the color) carpet. Yeah...it's like that!