Mia and I went to have the car seats inspected yesterday. Car seats. Plural. It appears that I am going to have another child. Yikes. Oh, anyway, Chris moved Mia's car seat and installed the infant car seat over the weekend, so we went to have them checked out. At the fire station.
Now, the last time I had firemen inspect my car seats (and I am more disappointed than I can express that this is not a euphemism for anything) I was sorely disappointed. The firemen were all either old or unattractive or bemulleted and regardless were more interested in discussing where they wanted to go for lunch than in flirting even slightly with an unkempt, likely unshowered, housewife. So my expectations were not high.
But yesterday, oh my, yesterday. There was just one fireman, which was initially a bit of a disappointment, until I realized that he was a certifiable hotty. I mean seriously, not the kind of person you want to be confronted with when 37 weeks pregnant and unable to pretend even for a second and with absolutely no basis in reality that it might be possible to have just the tiniest of flings with the hotty fireman who works right around the corner from your old house and dammit why did we move, that house was perfect? Yeah, that kind of hotty. And just the tiniest bit flirty in the way that only hugely pregnant women can really appreciate with appropriate gratitude, so that I know he is also the father of two girls and that they (the firemen) throw a football around when they get bored (he made sure to demonstrate his skills in that area) and that he didn't even care that I sneaked over to our former county for the inspection because our current county wouldn't do it until March. Also, he let Mia sit in the fire truck, and you should have seen the way that kid's face lit up when I put her behind the steering wheel. Made her week and mine.
You know the only thing that really sucked about the entire experience? He was entirely too young for me.
(Magic 8-ball cervix update #2 coming later today. Hey, did I tell you that last week they had to do an ultrasound to make sure the fetus was head down, because he was so high up they couldn't tell for sure any other way? Dude, get the heck out of my ribs already.)