When you find yourself pregnant for the second time with an almost two-year-old in tow, and you realize you’ve never had a full day off to yourself… well, you plan a Mommy’s Weekend Out. Because this – this two-day bliss-fest – just might be your last “free” time for another two years.

(But then again, let’s hope you learned something from this first round of mommyhood: Time to yourself is more precious than gold! So please don’t wait another two years…)

So here I go, nearly 7 months pregnant and celebrating my upcoming 30^th birthday. I’m off to a “me, Me, ME!” weekend. I’m meeting my sisters, mom and sister-in-law-to-be for a weekend of shopping, dining, show watching, card playing, and ruckus causing. Yes, ruckus… because that’s how we roll.

I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am! Even though I can’t drink… (I miss you, Marg!)

And yet, I’m also busy trying to squash this nagging feeling of guilt. I’m leaving my sweet baby for two whole nights! The very same child that has woken up every night (except one) for the past 3+ weeks crying for me. The same child I’ve spoiled with hours of nighttime cuddles and rocking, and eventually bringing into our bed. The child that is now hooked on sleeping in our big, comfy, fleece-sheeted, down feather-comforted, warm bed.

But maybe this is what he needs. A weekend with “The Enforcer” (i.e. Mr.BabyDaddy) to snap him out of his mommy obsession. Or maybe “The Enforcer” will see just how exhausting it is to wake up two or three times to a screaming child and just cuddle him to sleep, too.

At any rate, I’m going to do my best to block out all feelings of guilt and enjoy the HECK out of my weekend away. Rest, recuperate, rejuvenate, and, of course, ruckus.

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