The Single Life

I love my life, I love my child and the expectation of another, but I miss the "single" life. I liked going on dates with my husband, doing whatever I wanted to do, traveling, spending time with friends, etc. Now, even when I have the rare chance to do something by myself, or with just Geoffrey, I am thinking about Caleb or the new baby and I don't take the time to really absorb the space. Some friends of ours that we used to travel with just got back from a cruise. We saw a couple from our tribe out to breakfast on Sunday morning, as were we, but we had Caleb and were busy keeping him occupied, feeding, and then cleaning up. I thought about what their Sunday had in store and it was so different than ours. Geoffrey spent all of Saturday and Saturday night in Portland at a geek convention with friends/co-workers of his and I was left with Caleb. We had a good time, but it was so busy. We have talked about different travels for this summer, but I am starting to feel anxious about the new baby and a little frustrated that I won't get to see anybody or do anything I want to do because I am so pregnant, Geoffrey is working and flying, and that leaves me with babies. I want to run away sometimes and just be unattached and free, but I would miss what I have that I am attached to.