Usually, we spend Father’s Day weekend traveling to visit my dad in Tennessee and Joe’s dad on the other side of Atlanta. This year, the dads are visiting us.

Neither of us realized we’d be missing Father’s Day until we were on our way home from the OB after I was put on bed rest. Of course, our families think that little Lucy’s health is more important than us visiting, so they decided to come to us. My parents are coming down Friday for a haystack dinner (fritos, beans, lettuce and other toppings…yum!) and to get my grandma, who Joe is picking up from the airport tomorrow night. I’m really excited about seeing her (I haven’t seen her since our wedding almost three years ago), but I’m bummed that I’ll be on bed rest while she’s here. Joe is going to take her over to Tellus on Friday afternoon, which I think she’ll really enjoy.

Since I was put on bed rest 9 days ago, I wasn’t prepared for Father’s Day. Luckily, my mom went shopping this afternoon to pick up something for Joe from me, and she’s going to get a card for me to give Joe. I really appreciate her help.

On Sunday, Joe’s family is coming for brunch. I hate the fact that I can’t actually be the hostess and can’t do anything since I’m stuck on the couch. I feel very weird having people come over and waiting on me. I know they don’t mind, but I do. Nonetheless, it will be fun to see them, and we’ll get to give Rachel and Dave a onesie we picked out for their daughter. We bought both girls matching onesies. It’ll be fun to see if we ever dress them in them on the same day.

So we have another busy and fun weekend coming up. I’m looking forward to it. It takes my mind off the fact that I’m here alone every single day.