Everyone has heard about my unheathly obsession for cards, so when our anniversary came around I couldn't disappoint. Back in early February I purchased all the cards I needed for them month. I did this not only because there was a buy one get one sale but because I can't seem to remember shit these days.
I ended up purchasing said cards at the grocery store because of the bogo sale and I was already there getting food. Keep in mind this was almost a month ago ( B bought his card yesterday) . I spent my time reading all the cards to make sure I found the perfect one. I usually choose long ridiculous sappy cards and then write even more mush on the inside. Personally I think its a little much for B and since he already suffered through birthday and valentines day cards I got a lame card.
All of the cards B has gotten me have disney characters on them. I'm not sure why because he knows I hate cartoons and disney and the two together are just gross. But anyway its the thought that counts. His cards are always addressed too and from and say I love you in them, thats it.
The funny part of this story is that I got him the dumb cartoon animal card this time and said I love you. He got the sappy card and actually wrote a paragraph. I was super impressed. Even better than us switching roles was the card he picked I wanted to buy him in the first place. After we opened the cards he said "whew ' I thought for sure we would have the same card'".
Even though I accuse him of not paying attention, I think through repetition he is finally catching on!
He admitted to almost getting a card with a monkey on it before changing his mind.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Providers
Guess who decided to start looking for a new doctor? This pregnant lady. To no ones surprise it is 10x harder to find a doctor when going on 26weeks pregnant. Its also near impossible to find a "natural, crunchy" doctor to do a homebirth.
This new monkey wrench I have to deal with is way more stressful than I expected. Homebirth providers are like finding bigfoot, people hear about them and have stories but no actual way to meet one.
The main problem is I'm stubborn and not willing to compromise. I will not have a hospital birth. I will not have an ob/gyn tell me what to do. Lastly I will not have a man tell me how to birth.
Since B and I can not agree on what to do I have a lot of work ahead of me. On top of that we got less than 2 uninterrupted hours of sleep due to the damn cat.
This new monkey wrench I have to deal with is way more stressful than I expected. Homebirth providers are like finding bigfoot, people hear about them and have stories but no actual way to meet one.
The main problem is I'm stubborn and not willing to compromise. I will not have a hospital birth. I will not have an ob/gyn tell me what to do. Lastly I will not have a man tell me how to birth.
Since B and I can not agree on what to do I have a lot of work ahead of me. On top of that we got less than 2 uninterrupted hours of sleep due to the damn cat.
Monday, February 27, 2012
S.A.H. Mom vs S.A.H.Monster
This is not ment to be a complaint post but more of a reality post to get myself out of my funk. Friday night was b's birthday and we had plans to eat dinner with friends at a japanese steakhouse. Before becoming pregnant that would have been awesome, we would have had drinks and much more fun. Now, any outing is a complete nightmare. Yes i have maternity clothes, yes they are semi cute, no they don't always fit or look right making me a miserable bitch.
Honestly the mental breakdown that follows getting ready is not even worth it. By the time I have given up and chosen a piece of clothing I'm so pissed and rilled up about how awful I feel and look I snap at B and have no hopes of enjoying the evening.
The point of my post is that being a stay at home mom before I am a mom has made me a monster. My already hyped up aggressive do it my way attitude is out of control. I overheard B telling the dog that all mommy says is no. And telling him to be patient because mommy will go back to normal soon. I wanted to cry and lock myself in my room. I felt so bad for them, mostly because B was right I have turned into a monster.
This momma needs an outlet, to feel productive, to release some of my bitchiness before B comes home. I think I need to work, for mental reasons. I feel like the sheep dog who got retired. I have been so blessed to stay home, but I regret it. Having no plans no structure and only the dirty dishes and a pile of dog hair to keep me company has sent me to the looney bin.
Solutions that I plan to act on are cutting out all sugar. Something that is going to be super hard for me but better in the long run. I don''t need the extra calories and I need to start eating better before I start feeding Bean. Second, now that I am off bedrest I am going back to the gym. I know I can't diet while pregnant but I will help me stay toned and burn some energy. Third, I need to get an outside hobby. This one is tougher because my outside hobbies include livestock and until we get our property fenced there will be no farm animals.
Stay tuned for more meltdown stories. These emotions that have popped up overnight (kinda like the belly) really suck. The part that I have no control makes it even more irritating. This emotional heap of boobs and belly is off to eat a sugar free breakfast.
Honestly the mental breakdown that follows getting ready is not even worth it. By the time I have given up and chosen a piece of clothing I'm so pissed and rilled up about how awful I feel and look I snap at B and have no hopes of enjoying the evening.
The point of my post is that being a stay at home mom before I am a mom has made me a monster. My already hyped up aggressive do it my way attitude is out of control. I overheard B telling the dog that all mommy says is no. And telling him to be patient because mommy will go back to normal soon. I wanted to cry and lock myself in my room. I felt so bad for them, mostly because B was right I have turned into a monster.
This momma needs an outlet, to feel productive, to release some of my bitchiness before B comes home. I think I need to work, for mental reasons. I feel like the sheep dog who got retired. I have been so blessed to stay home, but I regret it. Having no plans no structure and only the dirty dishes and a pile of dog hair to keep me company has sent me to the looney bin.
Solutions that I plan to act on are cutting out all sugar. Something that is going to be super hard for me but better in the long run. I don''t need the extra calories and I need to start eating better before I start feeding Bean. Second, now that I am off bedrest I am going back to the gym. I know I can't diet while pregnant but I will help me stay toned and burn some energy. Third, I need to get an outside hobby. This one is tougher because my outside hobbies include livestock and until we get our property fenced there will be no farm animals.
Stay tuned for more meltdown stories. These emotions that have popped up overnight (kinda like the belly) really suck. The part that I have no control makes it even more irritating. This emotional heap of boobs and belly is off to eat a sugar free breakfast.
Friday, February 24, 2012
15 to go!
- How far along?: 25 weeks
- How big is baby?: The size of a rutabaga. Approximately 1 1/2 -2 pounds and 13 inches long.
- Weight gain?: The scale and I broke up, the number was higher than expected therefore I see no need to continue viewing the disappointment.
- Stretch marks?: Right thigh and the boobs. The boobs are getting the short end of the stick.
- Maternity clothes?: Getting dressed to stay inside is pointless. No maternity clothes this week.
- Sleep?: Baby must be having a growth spurt since I can't sleep enough.
- Best moment last week?: He is moving all over, B felt him last night again. I also got another ultrasound on monday. It is so reassuring to see him kicking away on the screen. I also met some new mommas that live close by.
- Food cravings?: Graham crackers, cookies, carbs basically anything I can get my hands on.
- Exercise?: None, I've been bad this week.
- Gender?: all boy
- Movement?: The morning time he is the most active.
- Belly button?: Getting flatter and flatter
- What I miss?: Being less irritable. This week everyone is testing my rollercoaster emotions. I miss having energy and getting comfortable while sitting.
- Labor signs?: No more!
- What I'm looking forward to?: B's birthday dinner. Busch gardens this weekend. Finalizing plans for our March vacation. Getting my shower invites in the mail.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Love Story Part 3
The time has come to conclude this twilight saga!
So the day finally comes to get on the plane. Those few minutes walking from the terminal to the luggage claim I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. The second I saw him I was instantly relieved. He looked the exact same minus a cowboy hat and wranglers.
It would be totally gross for my parents to read about my first kiss but since it was appropriate I can share. So anyway our first kiss was a peck, like a hi nice to see you, glad your home. It was perfect, comfortable and felt like it was ment to be. We listened to our playlist of songs on the way home from the airport and talked and talked.
We stayed at our house thursday night and both went to work on friday. How old married people were we already! Friday we went to the beach and had an amazing first vacation. We had fruity drinks and date night dinners. We walked all over downtown enjoying the beautiful weather in march.
I met all of B's extended family sunday and they were so nice. It was like we had all hung out a million times. Sunday ment a plane ride back to AZ and a huge decision to make.
We both knew I was coming back, it felt so surreal. B bought me a washer and dryer while I waited for my plane, talk about romantic. He did his best to stock the house with things I would need. He finished moving in his stuff and shipped mine to the house.
The next week and a half was a blur. I finished up everything in Az. Got Ace ready to fly and said goodbye to friends. We made it, holy shit I live in Fl, I'm finally with B and it still felt like a fairytale.
We never had growing pains of living together or arguments about his way vs my way, it just worked. For 52 weeks we celebrated our mondays. Every week we still have date night. We do everything together, and still talk 20 times a day. He still calls to say I love you, or I miss you. 9 times out of 10 we still order the same thing off the menu. We sound ridiculous singing in the car but wouldn't have it any other way. We tease and joke with each other and laugh until I cry.
While its only been a year, its been 10 years in the making. I wouldn't change anything about our love. Its simple, honest and true.
So the day finally comes to get on the plane. Those few minutes walking from the terminal to the luggage claim I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. The second I saw him I was instantly relieved. He looked the exact same minus a cowboy hat and wranglers.
It would be totally gross for my parents to read about my first kiss but since it was appropriate I can share. So anyway our first kiss was a peck, like a hi nice to see you, glad your home. It was perfect, comfortable and felt like it was ment to be. We listened to our playlist of songs on the way home from the airport and talked and talked.
We stayed at our house thursday night and both went to work on friday. How old married people were we already! Friday we went to the beach and had an amazing first vacation. We had fruity drinks and date night dinners. We walked all over downtown enjoying the beautiful weather in march.
I met all of B's extended family sunday and they were so nice. It was like we had all hung out a million times. Sunday ment a plane ride back to AZ and a huge decision to make.
We both knew I was coming back, it felt so surreal. B bought me a washer and dryer while I waited for my plane, talk about romantic. He did his best to stock the house with things I would need. He finished moving in his stuff and shipped mine to the house.
The next week and a half was a blur. I finished up everything in Az. Got Ace ready to fly and said goodbye to friends. We made it, holy shit I live in Fl, I'm finally with B and it still felt like a fairytale.
We never had growing pains of living together or arguments about his way vs my way, it just worked. For 52 weeks we celebrated our mondays. Every week we still have date night. We do everything together, and still talk 20 times a day. He still calls to say I love you, or I miss you. 9 times out of 10 we still order the same thing off the menu. We sound ridiculous singing in the car but wouldn't have it any other way. We tease and joke with each other and laugh until I cry.
While its only been a year, its been 10 years in the making. I wouldn't change anything about our love. Its simple, honest and true.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Love Story Part 2
For all of you that waited patiently for part two, here ya go. At least the ending isn't a cliff hanger!
So anyways that monday morning I remember the clothes I wore, the coffee I was drinking and the exact place I sent that text message. With sweaty palms and my heart racing I sent a lame-o text saying who I was and asking if he even remembered who I was. Granted I still had no idea if I even had the right number or the right person but I gave it a shot. Beep Beep- a response, he did remember and was shocked to hear from me. He still has all the original messages and what not, he's a sap at heart too! So after he text back I was really shaking in my boots. Holy shit is all I kept thinking, this is so crazy. He called a few minutes later and I didn't answer, I instantly reverted back to my giddy awkward 13 year old self. I grew a sack and called him back. That first call was over an hour with a promise to keep in touch. That was the beginning of phone mania. I lived in AZ, B in FL we weren't even in the same time zone. How in the heck were we supposed to be friends let alone more? Like I said in part one, when its time its time!
That monday we called and texted all day. After work we talked until 2am my time, meaning it was 5am for B and he had to work in less than an hour. Those few hours on the phone made all the space and years melt away. We had both been through so much in a short time making an even playing field. Even though I was considerably younger age was never an issue. B never made me feel like a child or less than him because I was in my 20's. That phone call left me feeling like a hot gooey apple pie. I felt alive and comfortable. I felt reverted back to my old self, the good me before I went and wrote my life off.
I knew from the second he called that the feelings weren't one sided. To hear we both searched and longed for that "what if" was breath taking. That first week was intense. Neither of us got more than an hours sleep at night, we didn't eat we just couldn't get enough of each other. Obviously we were still 2700 miles apart and the distance was unbearable not being able to put all of these feelings to a face.
On wednesday of that week, B booked me a plane ticket to come and visit. I took a leap of faith and agreed to come. For the next two weeks we racked up over 24 hours of logged phone time, we had sent thousands of text messages, facebook posts and IM's.
In two weeks we both went from single and unattached to completely intertwined in a relationship based on hours of talking. It was so crazy, so out of a book and not reality yet it felt so right. Every morning we sent each other a sappy country song to start our day. Every monday from that first text we celebrated a weekly anniversary.
B was so different than any other guy I had liked. He talked, like actually communicated, he was honest and sincere. He always put me first from the beginning. He found "our house" before I had even seen him face to face. I asked for a big tub and land. He made sure I had both, we signed the lease march first. A mere nine days after we first started talking. Those days passed so slowly until the day B dropped the L word.
He said it first, out of the blue and caught me completely off guard. My first thought was shit he loves me and I haven't even seen him in 5 years. This is crazy too insane to be real life. Again my awesome adultness came up and I hung up without saying anything back. Super slick I know! I called back and asked him if I heard right and at first he tried to act all tough. His tough act failed miserably and from then on he started saying that L word every chance he could. Keep in mind we still had NOT seen each other.
I was just as committed to this insanity as B so I started job hunting. The company I worked for in AZ was also in Fl so I put in a transfer and scheduled and interview for the same weekend I was going to be in Fl. It must have been right because in this shitty economy I got hired without an interview, got asked to start asap and when was the soonest I could come in. I have to admit I was a little nervous to tell B that I was moving myself in and had already gotten a job. Unknown to me at the time B already thought I was moving and our house was a mile from my new job ( what a co-winkie dink huh)! From the beginning everything was always ours and about the two of us together not his and mine.
Our love was everything that that corinthians verse says. Our love was not boastful or hurtful it did not envy it was patient and kind. To love someone for the real them and not what they could be is pure and beautiful. There was no competition or out doing just to get him to like me. Even though we had years we were apart we still had the same morals, values and expectations for a relationship. That relaxed feeling of not having to put on a show or do everything the other person wants was so refreshing.
Part three will come tomorrow :)
So anyways that monday morning I remember the clothes I wore, the coffee I was drinking and the exact place I sent that text message. With sweaty palms and my heart racing I sent a lame-o text saying who I was and asking if he even remembered who I was. Granted I still had no idea if I even had the right number or the right person but I gave it a shot. Beep Beep- a response, he did remember and was shocked to hear from me. He still has all the original messages and what not, he's a sap at heart too! So after he text back I was really shaking in my boots. Holy shit is all I kept thinking, this is so crazy. He called a few minutes later and I didn't answer, I instantly reverted back to my giddy awkward 13 year old self. I grew a sack and called him back. That first call was over an hour with a promise to keep in touch. That was the beginning of phone mania. I lived in AZ, B in FL we weren't even in the same time zone. How in the heck were we supposed to be friends let alone more? Like I said in part one, when its time its time!
That monday we called and texted all day. After work we talked until 2am my time, meaning it was 5am for B and he had to work in less than an hour. Those few hours on the phone made all the space and years melt away. We had both been through so much in a short time making an even playing field. Even though I was considerably younger age was never an issue. B never made me feel like a child or less than him because I was in my 20's. That phone call left me feeling like a hot gooey apple pie. I felt alive and comfortable. I felt reverted back to my old self, the good me before I went and wrote my life off.
I knew from the second he called that the feelings weren't one sided. To hear we both searched and longed for that "what if" was breath taking. That first week was intense. Neither of us got more than an hours sleep at night, we didn't eat we just couldn't get enough of each other. Obviously we were still 2700 miles apart and the distance was unbearable not being able to put all of these feelings to a face.
On wednesday of that week, B booked me a plane ticket to come and visit. I took a leap of faith and agreed to come. For the next two weeks we racked up over 24 hours of logged phone time, we had sent thousands of text messages, facebook posts and IM's.
In two weeks we both went from single and unattached to completely intertwined in a relationship based on hours of talking. It was so crazy, so out of a book and not reality yet it felt so right. Every morning we sent each other a sappy country song to start our day. Every monday from that first text we celebrated a weekly anniversary.
B was so different than any other guy I had liked. He talked, like actually communicated, he was honest and sincere. He always put me first from the beginning. He found "our house" before I had even seen him face to face. I asked for a big tub and land. He made sure I had both, we signed the lease march first. A mere nine days after we first started talking. Those days passed so slowly until the day B dropped the L word.
He said it first, out of the blue and caught me completely off guard. My first thought was shit he loves me and I haven't even seen him in 5 years. This is crazy too insane to be real life. Again my awesome adultness came up and I hung up without saying anything back. Super slick I know! I called back and asked him if I heard right and at first he tried to act all tough. His tough act failed miserably and from then on he started saying that L word every chance he could. Keep in mind we still had NOT seen each other.
I was just as committed to this insanity as B so I started job hunting. The company I worked for in AZ was also in Fl so I put in a transfer and scheduled and interview for the same weekend I was going to be in Fl. It must have been right because in this shitty economy I got hired without an interview, got asked to start asap and when was the soonest I could come in. I have to admit I was a little nervous to tell B that I was moving myself in and had already gotten a job. Unknown to me at the time B already thought I was moving and our house was a mile from my new job ( what a co-winkie dink huh)! From the beginning everything was always ours and about the two of us together not his and mine.
Our love was everything that that corinthians verse says. Our love was not boastful or hurtful it did not envy it was patient and kind. To love someone for the real them and not what they could be is pure and beautiful. There was no competition or out doing just to get him to like me. Even though we had years we were apart we still had the same morals, values and expectations for a relationship. That relaxed feeling of not having to put on a show or do everything the other person wants was so refreshing.
Part three will come tomorrow :)
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Love Story Part 1
I have always been a believer in everything happens for a reason. Timing is everything. If at first you don't succeed try again. There is something to be said for "knowing" before you "know". I still get goose bumps thinking about it. Parents read this as a story and not as your daughter. For everyone else here is a love story.
Every good story starts with an introduction so here goes nothin. As a little girl I always dreamed of being that country princess. Not the white dress and fake shit but a real life princess. I wanted to cook and clean and dote on my prince and be the center of his world. I was 13 when I met B. In all honesty I owe my dad for the life I have now, without him I never would have met my prince.
B was 21 and hotter than hell in my eyes. Lucky for me my dad hired him and for the next year I saw him everyday. I would get home from school and wait until B finished his day and I could pester him until he left. My mom was always super cool and made him part of the family, getting him to stay for dinner on a few occasions. I was in pure heaven. Keep in mind at this time I was still only 13 living in this impossible infatuation. It sure didn't stop me from trying my hardest to make sure I was cool and noticed by him. While I was ready to be be Barbie, throw in the towel and never look for love again B was actually planning his own wedding.
Talk about crushing a crushing blow. My "prince" was running off to marry some other girl. Bitch code is learned early on. meaning if you can't beat her get as close to your frenemy as possible. Granted she had no idea I wanted B but thats how it was. The wedding came and we went and did the whole dance, eat cake and wish them the best as I was mentally killing her off with my razor stares.
A short time after B went to work for someone else. Meaning no more waiting on the back of the couch like a dog for him to come home. No more pestering, no more fantasy love story playing over and over. For the next few years we saw each other way less. Even though I still made sure to flirt and catch his eye I was finally in high school and meeting people my own age. Not to mention the fact that he was too old, he still had that darn wife in my way. Love never fails you, it just takes its own course.
Fast forward to a group function when I was 16 going on 20 and still had the hots for B. By now I had outgrown my "baby-ness" but was still out of reach for him, and he was still married. Both of these major problems will later dissolve. That day at the drag races things changed forever. I got brave, held his hand and told B I loved him and that he should marry me instead. He said something adult like about how it doesn't really work that way and we couldn't. In hindsight something clicked that day. Even though my pleas went unnoticed that particular day I definitely put the gears in motion.
At 18 I moved away but never forgot about B. I would ask through the grapevine how he was doing. I would search endlessly on myspace for his profile. Late I learned he did the same but we both never found each other. We never forgot that something was there in the 4 years we were apart. I guess everything has a way of working itself out. I had to live and grow up. B had to get through a divorce and have time to heal.
For those few years I searched for him, I never succeeded despite my desperate attempts. A few months before we reconnected I started searching again. I can't say for sure how many hours I searched facebook, google, friends of friends pages. Anything I could do to find him failed. A good friend of mine who knew B hadn't seen him in a while and didn't have any lead for me either. In february 2011 I learned that he was divorced still had no kids and had recently moved. I googled him one last time and got a phone number. Waiting until the morning was torture but the anticipation was too much to bear.
Part Two tomorrow!
Every good story starts with an introduction so here goes nothin. As a little girl I always dreamed of being that country princess. Not the white dress and fake shit but a real life princess. I wanted to cook and clean and dote on my prince and be the center of his world. I was 13 when I met B. In all honesty I owe my dad for the life I have now, without him I never would have met my prince.
B was 21 and hotter than hell in my eyes. Lucky for me my dad hired him and for the next year I saw him everyday. I would get home from school and wait until B finished his day and I could pester him until he left. My mom was always super cool and made him part of the family, getting him to stay for dinner on a few occasions. I was in pure heaven. Keep in mind at this time I was still only 13 living in this impossible infatuation. It sure didn't stop me from trying my hardest to make sure I was cool and noticed by him. While I was ready to be be Barbie, throw in the towel and never look for love again B was actually planning his own wedding.
Talk about crushing a crushing blow. My "prince" was running off to marry some other girl. Bitch code is learned early on. meaning if you can't beat her get as close to your frenemy as possible. Granted she had no idea I wanted B but thats how it was. The wedding came and we went and did the whole dance, eat cake and wish them the best as I was mentally killing her off with my razor stares.
A short time after B went to work for someone else. Meaning no more waiting on the back of the couch like a dog for him to come home. No more pestering, no more fantasy love story playing over and over. For the next few years we saw each other way less. Even though I still made sure to flirt and catch his eye I was finally in high school and meeting people my own age. Not to mention the fact that he was too old, he still had that darn wife in my way. Love never fails you, it just takes its own course.
Fast forward to a group function when I was 16 going on 20 and still had the hots for B. By now I had outgrown my "baby-ness" but was still out of reach for him, and he was still married. Both of these major problems will later dissolve. That day at the drag races things changed forever. I got brave, held his hand and told B I loved him and that he should marry me instead. He said something adult like about how it doesn't really work that way and we couldn't. In hindsight something clicked that day. Even though my pleas went unnoticed that particular day I definitely put the gears in motion.
At 18 I moved away but never forgot about B. I would ask through the grapevine how he was doing. I would search endlessly on myspace for his profile. Late I learned he did the same but we both never found each other. We never forgot that something was there in the 4 years we were apart. I guess everything has a way of working itself out. I had to live and grow up. B had to get through a divorce and have time to heal.
For those few years I searched for him, I never succeeded despite my desperate attempts. A few months before we reconnected I started searching again. I can't say for sure how many hours I searched facebook, google, friends of friends pages. Anything I could do to find him failed. A good friend of mine who knew B hadn't seen him in a while and didn't have any lead for me either. In february 2011 I learned that he was divorced still had no kids and had recently moved. I googled him one last time and got a phone number. Waiting until the morning was torture but the anticipation was too much to bear.
Part Two tomorrow!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Smurf
Before any of you genius' decide to recommend showering, it doesn't work. I showered and scrubbed and washed until my poor skin bled. And it was still black!
The best part about this whole problem is that my arse literally stained the toilet seat. how friggin cool is that? I have spared you all the picture however the ink transfer from ass to seat has left the guest bath with a new and improved blue ring.
Don't worry its clean. I even bleached that damn seat and its still blue.
I wonder how many more pieces of clothing I can remove dye from with my ever strong sweat glands. These next 3 1/2 months should be interesting.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Belly
How far along? 24 weeks 1 day
Maternity clothes? Yes, some dresses, shirts and shorts still fit.
Best moment this week: Valentines day of course. My house is still decorated despite B's pleas to take it down. Also sleeping in wednesday, that was so nice. I'm also getting bigger which makes me feel less fat and more pregnant.
Movement: Monday and tuesday very little movement. My fault for forgetting to eat and rest while planning valentines. The rest of the week he has been boxing up a storm. Yesterday he was doing flips and spins in there. He kicks hard when the cat lays on him or when B tries to put his arm on my belly.
Food cravings: It has been cake for weeks and now that I have cake I don't want it. I have eaten carrots like crazy and graham crackers. Water isn't a food but I can't get enough of that either. I'm waking 2-3 times a night just to quench my thirst. Cold food has been more appetizing than hot food this week.
Maternity clothes? Yes, some dresses, shirts and shorts still fit.
Best moment this week: Valentines day of course. My house is still decorated despite B's pleas to take it down. Also sleeping in wednesday, that was so nice. I'm also getting bigger which makes me feel less fat and more pregnant.
Movement: Monday and tuesday very little movement. My fault for forgetting to eat and rest while planning valentines. The rest of the week he has been boxing up a storm. Yesterday he was doing flips and spins in there. He kicks hard when the cat lays on him or when B tries to put his arm on my belly.
Food cravings: It has been cake for weeks and now that I have cake I don't want it. I have eaten carrots like crazy and graham crackers. Water isn't a food but I can't get enough of that either. I'm waking 2-3 times a night just to quench my thirst. Cold food has been more appetizing than hot food this week.
Labor Signs: no more contractions lately. rest has definitely helped.
Belly Button in or out? : Shallow but still an in'ny
What I miss: Nothing! This week has been perfect. Probably the first week that I actually like being pregnant.
What I am looking forward to: Fresh market on saturday. Ultrasound on monday and dinner with friends sunday night. I am really excited for our babymoon in March, aka last vacation with out a little bean.
Milestones: Valentines went off with out a hitch. Bean is technically viable if something were to happen. We have less than 4 months to go!
Realization of the week: Holy shit I'm actually having a baby. I'm actually having said baby at home and I'm going to do my best to feed said baby with my new large and in charge ta-ta's. Some days I just want to be a kangaroo and pause for a month or two to make sure we are ready.
Belly Button in or out? : Shallow but still an in'ny
What I miss: Nothing! This week has been perfect. Probably the first week that I actually like being pregnant.
What I am looking forward to: Fresh market on saturday. Ultrasound on monday and dinner with friends sunday night. I am really excited for our babymoon in March, aka last vacation with out a little bean.
Milestones: Valentines went off with out a hitch. Bean is technically viable if something were to happen. We have less than 4 months to go!
Realization of the week: Holy shit I'm actually having a baby. I'm actually having said baby at home and I'm going to do my best to feed said baby with my new large and in charge ta-ta's. Some days I just want to be a kangaroo and pause for a month or two to make sure we are ready.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Realizations and stereotypes
Yesterday on facebook there was a flood of picture links for various feminist type jobs. Examples, stay at home mom, doula, birth attendant and home birth. Each has six pictures with captions : with what society thinks, what I think, what my husband wishes, what my mom thinks ect. I shared the home birth one because I thought it was hilarious and true.
After posting I got responses from people who never say anything to me on fb. Asking are you really doing a homebirth? Are you crazy? Don't hippy's do that ect. Some turned into full blown conversations about not being built to birth babies and complications and how scary and dangerous.
What gives people to comment on my choice? Just because it is not the norm makes it a topic of discussion? I tried to stay calm and tell myself these people are commenting with lack of knowledge and understanding. If I could just make them see that it is actually the natural thing to do maybe it would be appreciated. Who am I kidding its 2012 and everyone is right but the person explaining a different point of view.
Earlier in the week I posted about supporting breastfeeding. Holy Shit! You would have thought I wanted to take my boob out, spray milk on people and dance in circles. Are people really that dumb? The debate that ensued was beyond ridiculous. The post merely said that women should not be prosecuted for breastfeeding in public. With obvious self respect and respect for other shoppers, DUH! I love that starbucks, pizza hut and other food chains are located in various stores so people can walk,shop and eat at the same time. The same people enjoying there latte and scone are outraged that I would want to "feed" or give my child a "snack" in the store. I know I'm pregnant and hormonal but what is the damn difference? Its like segregating blacks and whites back in the day, one can eat and sit here and the other cant just because of color.
I was reading another blog yesterday and saw this onesie. I have to have it!
Some light hearted laughter to end the post. B is getting me an old lady shower chair so that I can continue to shave my legs. He also got ace and I a dremel ( this grinding tool ). He is so thoughtful. In all fairness I did ask for both things. We are so weird I know. Lucky for him I don't ask for jewelry and expensive shit. Stay tuned for mondays post, it will be a tear jerker.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
The day after
Monday and tuesday were spent running myself into the ground to have the perfect valentines day, and just like that its over. Since becoming a swimmer anything that takes more time preparing than enjoying is considered a race. All in all my valentines race was as perfect as could be. Here are some pictures of the prepping.
That pretty much sums up most of the work I did. We were sitting at dinner and B asks where I bought all this stuff from. I told him that i bought the supplies at Michaels but MADE everything but the foil sign. He was pretty impressed and asked if I wold do this for St. Patty's day. I happily agreed. It was really special to see how surprised he was to see the house decorated.
On to gifts. I love valentines day to the point that I see a deeper meaning. Its not about the chocolate, the jewelry or the flowers. Its about thought, care and making someone know they are extra special. After I had a mini meltdown over see's candy last weekend explained my theory to B. Like a typical male I figured he stopped listening 5 seconds after I began ( I was wrong). So for B I did the cliche' flowers, the one I chose was fake and lit up. I also told him he could use it anytime he wanted to get me flowers without sending an ass load of money. (this is part joke from his awards banquet when wives got flowers and hubbys got plaques and he threatened to give me the old flowers) Second I got him a silly tin which I filled with gag gifts. His final and most time consuming gift was a photo album filled with all the adventures we had been on in the last year. I am a pack rat and save every scrap of paper, pen, bag ect just for things like this. It featured our vacations, date nights, movies, friends, and the love that we have.
Enough mushy stuff, lets talk about gifts from B. When I though he stopped listening I was so wrong. he sent me a dozen chocolate strawberries. Which were delicious and one of my favorite things to eat. Second he got me an F.A.O stuffed cow. While some of you make think this is crazy, my heart turned into a puddle of goo. His comment about the cow was" I know you have been looking at this for months, I bought it for you to love until Bean is here and your ready to give it to him". I have an obsession for cows that is unhealthy and have "needed" this toy for Bean since before christmas. Its so soft and cuddly. Next present I open is a puzzle. Its a maze puzzle that is made for 4yr olds. There is no stinkin way a 4yr old could do this EVER! Anyways over christmas I played one of these things for hours and hours( determined to show it who is boss). I looked everywhere for them amazon, ebay, target, toys r us ect. I finally found them but refused to pay $30 for a toy that a 4yr old can beat. Needless to say I kept talking about them, told my parents about them, anyone who would listen. B got me the rookie and the epic versions. Once again some may think really dude toys on valentines day? They were perfect, Outside of the box presents that I love.
He did think about me, what I like and what I had been wanting. These wont die like flowers, melt like chocolate or turn my ears green from fake silver.
Side note: I did ask for these puzzles to be part of my birth plan. Crazy that they distract me so much that I wanted to use them to help me focus during contractions.
Update on soup: tasted better than I expected, not worth the time or money to make. Leftovers frozen as a request from B.
Crab: Southern King Crab from argentina not alaska was amazing. slightly smaller ( thinner shell= more meat per pound) and very very sweet. Will buy again!
Garlic heart shaped biscuits: yummo will make again
Cake: frosting was cream cheese based much better than sugary frosting. very moist and nuts add unique flavor!
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| The garland on the headboard I made by hand, the petals are fabric |
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| Banner and more garland I made |
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| Pink red velvet cakes |
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| Place settings at dinner with eggplant soup |
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| More tinsel around mirror |
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| Heart tinsel wrapped around the light |
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| Before (with toasted almonds) |
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| After |
That pretty much sums up most of the work I did. We were sitting at dinner and B asks where I bought all this stuff from. I told him that i bought the supplies at Michaels but MADE everything but the foil sign. He was pretty impressed and asked if I wold do this for St. Patty's day. I happily agreed. It was really special to see how surprised he was to see the house decorated.
On to gifts. I love valentines day to the point that I see a deeper meaning. Its not about the chocolate, the jewelry or the flowers. Its about thought, care and making someone know they are extra special. After I had a mini meltdown over see's candy last weekend explained my theory to B. Like a typical male I figured he stopped listening 5 seconds after I began ( I was wrong). So for B I did the cliche' flowers, the one I chose was fake and lit up. I also told him he could use it anytime he wanted to get me flowers without sending an ass load of money. (this is part joke from his awards banquet when wives got flowers and hubbys got plaques and he threatened to give me the old flowers) Second I got him a silly tin which I filled with gag gifts. His final and most time consuming gift was a photo album filled with all the adventures we had been on in the last year. I am a pack rat and save every scrap of paper, pen, bag ect just for things like this. It featured our vacations, date nights, movies, friends, and the love that we have.
Enough mushy stuff, lets talk about gifts from B. When I though he stopped listening I was so wrong. he sent me a dozen chocolate strawberries. Which were delicious and one of my favorite things to eat. Second he got me an F.A.O stuffed cow. While some of you make think this is crazy, my heart turned into a puddle of goo. His comment about the cow was" I know you have been looking at this for months, I bought it for you to love until Bean is here and your ready to give it to him". I have an obsession for cows that is unhealthy and have "needed" this toy for Bean since before christmas. Its so soft and cuddly. Next present I open is a puzzle. Its a maze puzzle that is made for 4yr olds. There is no stinkin way a 4yr old could do this EVER! Anyways over christmas I played one of these things for hours and hours( determined to show it who is boss). I looked everywhere for them amazon, ebay, target, toys r us ect. I finally found them but refused to pay $30 for a toy that a 4yr old can beat. Needless to say I kept talking about them, told my parents about them, anyone who would listen. B got me the rookie and the epic versions. Once again some may think really dude toys on valentines day? They were perfect, Outside of the box presents that I love.
He did think about me, what I like and what I had been wanting. These wont die like flowers, melt like chocolate or turn my ears green from fake silver. Side note: I did ask for these puzzles to be part of my birth plan. Crazy that they distract me so much that I wanted to use them to help me focus during contractions.
Update on soup: tasted better than I expected, not worth the time or money to make. Leftovers frozen as a request from B.
Crab: Southern King Crab from argentina not alaska was amazing. slightly smaller ( thinner shell= more meat per pound) and very very sweet. Will buy again!
Garlic heart shaped biscuits: yummo will make again
Cake: frosting was cream cheese based much better than sugary frosting. very moist and nuts add unique flavor!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Valentines Day
So the best day of the year has finally arrived. I have exactly 9 minutes to post before the first of my cakes are done. Yesterday I worked all day trying to finish B's gift. I had hoped to make the eggplant bisque, make the cakes and clean the house. Reality is no of those things got done. I put 7 straight hours into B's gift counting an emergency trip trip to Michael's because I didn't have tape or glue. Last night I felt like a mess, too much to do and not enough time to do it in. All I could obsess over was my "list" of crap to finish. I even threatened to stay up in the spare room finishing all my secret presents.
Not that today is anything about pasts' but B has never had a "real" valentines day. Like a day of love and cards and special dinners. So lucky for him we live together and I'm slightly crazy over my love of valentines day.
I awoke in the middle of the night to count my eggs because heaven forbid I need to make another trip to the damn store. Thankfully since there is only two of us I cut every recipe in half! I got up bright and early made pink velvet cake instead of red. Not on purpose mind you but because the box of food coloring is so damn tiny. It's 8:18, I have made two cakes (baking now), and cupcakes are waiting there turn. I still have to char my eggplant, clean up all the hair off the floor, decorate the house, finish B's gifts, wrap said gifts and get myself ready all before 6pm. I should be able to manage depending on how long B's gift takes.
Side note about eggplants, While attempting to figure out this recipe I youtube'd some eggplant cooking shows. Sunday night I asked my mom how on earth to pick an eggplant, both of us were clueless. The thing with eggplants is picking a male plant, they are less bitter (who knew). The male plants have no indention on the bottom, the females have a distinct "v". Good news I picked a male on accident!
Side side note, B will not be quiet about the hand mixer thing he keeps asking me for milkshakes. Why on earth would you buy me a gift and not make me a milkshake?
Cakes are done!
Not that today is anything about pasts' but B has never had a "real" valentines day. Like a day of love and cards and special dinners. So lucky for him we live together and I'm slightly crazy over my love of valentines day.
I awoke in the middle of the night to count my eggs because heaven forbid I need to make another trip to the damn store. Thankfully since there is only two of us I cut every recipe in half! I got up bright and early made pink velvet cake instead of red. Not on purpose mind you but because the box of food coloring is so damn tiny. It's 8:18, I have made two cakes (baking now), and cupcakes are waiting there turn. I still have to char my eggplant, clean up all the hair off the floor, decorate the house, finish B's gifts, wrap said gifts and get myself ready all before 6pm. I should be able to manage depending on how long B's gift takes.
Side note about eggplants, While attempting to figure out this recipe I youtube'd some eggplant cooking shows. Sunday night I asked my mom how on earth to pick an eggplant, both of us were clueless. The thing with eggplants is picking a male plant, they are less bitter (who knew). The male plants have no indention on the bottom, the females have a distinct "v". Good news I picked a male on accident!
Side side note, B will not be quiet about the hand mixer thing he keeps asking me for milkshakes. Why on earth would you buy me a gift and not make me a milkshake?
Cakes are done!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Absence
Sorry for the lack of posts.
Bean is still growing, I'm still mostly laying on the couch.
I've eaten all of the chocolate cake and plan on making a red velvet cream cheese cake tomorrow.
I have gotten enough valentines cheer to push aside the scrooge in B.
I have less than a day to finish his gift.
I have a snuggly kitten on one side and a dog on the other.
It must be winter, its 30 degrees outside and frosty.
I am planning a picture post for wednesday.
Finally the post I have been working on will be published next monday. Yippy!
P.S As soon as I brought home this gadget B was practically drooling for milkshakes. Too bad baby this thing is for eggplant soup.
Bean is still growing, I'm still mostly laying on the couch.
I've eaten all of the chocolate cake and plan on making a red velvet cream cheese cake tomorrow.
I have gotten enough valentines cheer to push aside the scrooge in B.
I have less than a day to finish his gift.
I have a snuggly kitten on one side and a dog on the other.
It must be winter, its 30 degrees outside and frosty.
I am planning a picture post for wednesday.
Finally the post I have been working on will be published next monday. Yippy!
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Cards
Ever since I was a kid I loved cards. I single handedly have kept hallmark in business. At the store last week I wasn't shocked when I spent over $20 on cards. To say that I am card obsessed is an understatement. I am lucky enough to have 3 reasons for cards this month. B on the other hand does not get my love of cards. Just like holidays I use cards to prep B for when Bean gets here. Randomly getting a card can really make a difference.
I owe my love of cards, holiday decorations and holiday socks to my mom. Growing up every holiday was so special. I really hope to carry that on to Bean. Even with him being a boy the feeling of being special and thought of is something that he deserves. Yesterday while disobeying my bedrest I got the mail. My mom sent a card which I thought was for valentines day, I was pleasantly shocked to open a thinking about you card. Its things like that that make moms special. They seem to know when there babies need a pick me up.
Day 9- B sings to Bean ( the same song over and over)
I still need ideas for his birthday..... Ugh men!
I owe my love of cards, holiday decorations and holiday socks to my mom. Growing up every holiday was so special. I really hope to carry that on to Bean. Even with him being a boy the feeling of being special and thought of is something that he deserves. Yesterday while disobeying my bedrest I got the mail. My mom sent a card which I thought was for valentines day, I was pleasantly shocked to open a thinking about you card. Its things like that that make moms special. They seem to know when there babies need a pick me up.
Day 9- B sings to Bean ( the same song over and over)
I still need ideas for his birthday..... Ugh men!
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Bedrest
Day 7- he sings to Bean
Day 8- his endless amount of energy
Yesterday I went in for a check up after having cramps since sunday. These suckers are relentless, I can only imagine hoe much fun labor is going to be. After making sure that Bean was doing ok, I got put on bedrest until my next appointment ( 2 weeks away). Basically eliminating any activity or stress that could continue the contractions to pre-term labor. That means no gym, no house cleaning, no putting tools away ect. While I didn't lead an over active lifestyle, being told that I can only get up to pee or get water sucks!
On the upside, Coon has allowed us to get three full nights of sleep. He has started sleeping on the bed with me after B leaves and wants affection during the day. A huge turn around from the monster that ran the house previously. Ace also blessed us with his hunting abilities. Monday night he caught an armadillo running in the yard. Last night the deers were his victims, luckily no animals were harmed.
This weekend B and I planned to go to the all natural birth expo. With this whole bedrest thing I doubt we will be going. I'm disappointed but know its best for Bean to stay relaxed. We are also celebrating our anniversary, v-day and B's birthday saturday night. I can not wait for lobster and a juicy filet. As far as his actual birthday I have no clue what to do for him. He seriously has everything!
This week my goal is to finish Ina Mays guide to childbirth. Since I can't move I might as well finish some books.
Day 8- his endless amount of energy
Yesterday I went in for a check up after having cramps since sunday. These suckers are relentless, I can only imagine hoe much fun labor is going to be. After making sure that Bean was doing ok, I got put on bedrest until my next appointment ( 2 weeks away). Basically eliminating any activity or stress that could continue the contractions to pre-term labor. That means no gym, no house cleaning, no putting tools away ect. While I didn't lead an over active lifestyle, being told that I can only get up to pee or get water sucks!
On the upside, Coon has allowed us to get three full nights of sleep. He has started sleeping on the bed with me after B leaves and wants affection during the day. A huge turn around from the monster that ran the house previously. Ace also blessed us with his hunting abilities. Monday night he caught an armadillo running in the yard. Last night the deers were his victims, luckily no animals were harmed.
This weekend B and I planned to go to the all natural birth expo. With this whole bedrest thing I doubt we will be going. I'm disappointed but know its best for Bean to stay relaxed. We are also celebrating our anniversary, v-day and B's birthday saturday night. I can not wait for lobster and a juicy filet. As far as his actual birthday I have no clue what to do for him. He seriously has everything!
This week my goal is to finish Ina Mays guide to childbirth. Since I can't move I might as well finish some books.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Catch Up
I have a bunch of days to catch up on about B. Let me do that part first.
Day 3- his sense of humor
Day 4- Honest, too honest at times
Day 5- he doesn't like change at all, not even a little bit
Day 6- he writes me notes
Now about Coon. There is a show called my cat from hell. The man who is a cat whisperer is named Jackson Galaxy. He comes to peoples houses, meets the owners, the cat and then poof all is well in the world. I wasted my saturday watching an entire season so that I could cat whisper Coon myself. The only problem is that none of the cats were even close to Coon. I did learn a few things and transformed my room into a cat heaven. Last night went well, great actually. I sacrificed my night stand to be a new cat bed, we added a scratching post and also brought in his kitten basket. A huge success! No more night feedings as well as exercise before bed.
A view on nesting. My latest pregnancy symptom is nesting. I have this desire to clean, organize rearrange everything. First it was the counter where all the mail tends to pile up. I literally felt sick looking at the disfunction. Next was my dresser, nightstand, closet and every article of clothing. I took everything out wiped down all the shelves, sized and color coded everything. I dusted our room and rearranged the furniture umpteen times and could not stop. I physically had to walk away before turning the house upside down. I asked to a steam cleaner because I just had to get the shower cleaner. Later that evening I had to re-do Coon's litterbox. I know I'm not supposed to touch it yada yada crap but it was awful. B does clean the poo but thats it. The box got a mini make over, all new pellets, fresh scented bleach ect. Now it looks and smells better even if it is gross to talk about I am satisfied.
I ran into an old friend " your not even pregnant yet" yesterday. This line is really starting to get on my nerves. Just because I haven't ballooned to a blimp does not mean my body isn't changing. Yes it is becoming difficult to bend over, yes my belly feels huge and yes these melons on my chest are real and not weightless saline. When do I suddenly become pregnant? When have I put in enough time to be acknowledged as pregnant? More importantly what is wrong with you crazy people????? And for the record, I am not getting rid of the cat ( another kind repetitive suggestion).
For some technical issue I can not upload fridays picture. Mostly its the same, still carrying low just rounder.
Day 3- his sense of humor
Day 4- Honest, too honest at times
Day 5- he doesn't like change at all, not even a little bit
Day 6- he writes me notes
Now about Coon. There is a show called my cat from hell. The man who is a cat whisperer is named Jackson Galaxy. He comes to peoples houses, meets the owners, the cat and then poof all is well in the world. I wasted my saturday watching an entire season so that I could cat whisper Coon myself. The only problem is that none of the cats were even close to Coon. I did learn a few things and transformed my room into a cat heaven. Last night went well, great actually. I sacrificed my night stand to be a new cat bed, we added a scratching post and also brought in his kitten basket. A huge success! No more night feedings as well as exercise before bed.A view on nesting. My latest pregnancy symptom is nesting. I have this desire to clean, organize rearrange everything. First it was the counter where all the mail tends to pile up. I literally felt sick looking at the disfunction. Next was my dresser, nightstand, closet and every article of clothing. I took everything out wiped down all the shelves, sized and color coded everything. I dusted our room and rearranged the furniture umpteen times and could not stop. I physically had to walk away before turning the house upside down. I asked to a steam cleaner because I just had to get the shower cleaner. Later that evening I had to re-do Coon's litterbox. I know I'm not supposed to touch it yada yada crap but it was awful. B does clean the poo but thats it. The box got a mini make over, all new pellets, fresh scented bleach ect. Now it looks and smells better even if it is gross to talk about I am satisfied.
I ran into an old friend " your not even pregnant yet" yesterday. This line is really starting to get on my nerves. Just because I haven't ballooned to a blimp does not mean my body isn't changing. Yes it is becoming difficult to bend over, yes my belly feels huge and yes these melons on my chest are real and not weightless saline. When do I suddenly become pregnant? When have I put in enough time to be acknowledged as pregnant? More importantly what is wrong with you crazy people????? And for the record, I am not getting rid of the cat ( another kind repetitive suggestion).
For some technical issue I can not upload fridays picture. Mostly its the same, still carrying low just rounder.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Baby Shower Meltdown
I know I have talked about this before but I feel the need to revisit it for a few reasons. And before going further yes I know its not my job to plan my shower and I should just be surprised. But I can't, plain and simple.
For those of you who are all relaxed and calm, go with the flow type people I envy you. Once I decide how something should be done my brain has to have it finished that way or else its hell for anyone involved. Poor B is usually the dog that gets kicked because I take it so personally when things don't go my way. I'm an adult yet I still throw tantrums when someone does something differently.
So I have to have my nose in my shower because I want it a certain way. Yes all you judgers talk your shit but I can guarantee that my shower will be out of the ordinary. I am terrified of cartoon-ish blue and white standard decorations. I don't live in a fairytale, this baby did not come from a stork. I will be dammed if my shower doesn't look like a party. I'm just too over the top for that made easy crap.
Being so particular is great and all but sometimes its a flaw. I just can't stop this roller coaster in my brain about planning and making everything perfect. I also can't ask for help in any project because my over competitive nature has to have the best and the satisfaction of doing it all myself. It sounds so ridiculous but thats just me. No wonder why I was a teachers pet and got called names, because I'm still that same kiss ass.
February is categorized as a lovey dovey month because of valentines day. People get hitched and make babies resulting in tons of november birthdays. Here nor there it is hands down my favorite month and favorite holiday. Always has been and always will be. Great things happen in February. My parents gazillionth anniversary, B's birthday, our anniversary and V Day. Everyday this month I want to say something I love about B, he deserves it. So here goes:
Day one- He is extremely hard working
Day two - He always makes me laugh
Stay tuned :)
For those of you who are all relaxed and calm, go with the flow type people I envy you. Once I decide how something should be done my brain has to have it finished that way or else its hell for anyone involved. Poor B is usually the dog that gets kicked because I take it so personally when things don't go my way. I'm an adult yet I still throw tantrums when someone does something differently.
So I have to have my nose in my shower because I want it a certain way. Yes all you judgers talk your shit but I can guarantee that my shower will be out of the ordinary. I am terrified of cartoon-ish blue and white standard decorations. I don't live in a fairytale, this baby did not come from a stork. I will be dammed if my shower doesn't look like a party. I'm just too over the top for that made easy crap.
Being so particular is great and all but sometimes its a flaw. I just can't stop this roller coaster in my brain about planning and making everything perfect. I also can't ask for help in any project because my over competitive nature has to have the best and the satisfaction of doing it all myself. It sounds so ridiculous but thats just me. No wonder why I was a teachers pet and got called names, because I'm still that same kiss ass.
February is categorized as a lovey dovey month because of valentines day. People get hitched and make babies resulting in tons of november birthdays. Here nor there it is hands down my favorite month and favorite holiday. Always has been and always will be. Great things happen in February. My parents gazillionth anniversary, B's birthday, our anniversary and V Day. Everyday this month I want to say something I love about B, he deserves it. So here goes:
Day one- He is extremely hard working
Day two - He always makes me laugh
Stay tuned :)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Photos
Today I am lucky enough to have Sweet Plum Photography come take maternity pictures. This has been postponed from January from lack of sufficient bump. And of course today of all days the road workers must dig trenches in the lot I plan to take said photos. I already consider today a success, not only did I get a full nights sleep but I managed to get up on time with relatively no attitude. In addition to waking in a pleasant manor I showered and dried my mane fast enough to enjoy a peaceful breakfast. While all of that is great I am most excited about my hair, it is thicker than ever and has been a bitch to wash every single speck of conditioner out leaving dried greasy crust on the luscious locks. Today the hair fairy granted me with perfect hair, thank baby Jesus!
Having pictures taken hit me harder than expected. I had senior pictures taken and that was awesome, but this is a whole new realm of reality. These pictures get to document my blimpness with pride. For once I don't mind looking fat or bloated, the object is not to be rail thin with a rack of fake ta-ta's. I don't feel bad wearing my pre prego clothes, they show off the bump better.
Last night we had fish fillets for dinner, the frozen yellow box kind. Gross I know, but it has been a long tradition to refer to them as an anniversary meal. Only my mom dad and sister will get this but its funny none the less. So we sit down to eat and B says " I really wanted pizza" I asked him why he didn't tell me that earlier because these fish sticks suck. he agreed that they sucked and didn't know why I bought them in the first place. I recalled how they used to be so good when I was a kid and we only got to have them on special nights. While it ment nothing to B I'm dying inside because these fake baked fish taste like cardboard and even with tarter sauce I fed mine to the cat. We won't be having anymore anniversary dinners ever. I am not allowed to bring that shit in the house!
Update on Coon's nighttime terror. We have taken to swaddling him at night. Yes, swaddle as in like wrapping a baby. For two nights it worked wonders. Last night he had enough resulting in jail time. I locked him in the bathroom. Removed all possible toy items except the shower curtain locked the door and prayed he wouldn't break something else. At 5:30 I was shocked we both made it through the night. Nothing was ruined and he choose to sleep in the sink instead of his bed. From now on he will be sent to jail at night so I can sleep. For cuddle sake the swaddling was fun but he is just not that type of cat. For future guests, the white bathroom will be off limits from 10pm to 5:30 am sorry for the incovience bt my sleep is important.
Having pictures taken hit me harder than expected. I had senior pictures taken and that was awesome, but this is a whole new realm of reality. These pictures get to document my blimpness with pride. For once I don't mind looking fat or bloated, the object is not to be rail thin with a rack of fake ta-ta's. I don't feel bad wearing my pre prego clothes, they show off the bump better.
Last night we had fish fillets for dinner, the frozen yellow box kind. Gross I know, but it has been a long tradition to refer to them as an anniversary meal. Only my mom dad and sister will get this but its funny none the less. So we sit down to eat and B says " I really wanted pizza" I asked him why he didn't tell me that earlier because these fish sticks suck. he agreed that they sucked and didn't know why I bought them in the first place. I recalled how they used to be so good when I was a kid and we only got to have them on special nights. While it ment nothing to B I'm dying inside because these fake baked fish taste like cardboard and even with tarter sauce I fed mine to the cat. We won't be having anymore anniversary dinners ever. I am not allowed to bring that shit in the house!
Update on Coon's nighttime terror. We have taken to swaddling him at night. Yes, swaddle as in like wrapping a baby. For two nights it worked wonders. Last night he had enough resulting in jail time. I locked him in the bathroom. Removed all possible toy items except the shower curtain locked the door and prayed he wouldn't break something else. At 5:30 I was shocked we both made it through the night. Nothing was ruined and he choose to sleep in the sink instead of his bed. From now on he will be sent to jail at night so I can sleep. For cuddle sake the swaddling was fun but he is just not that type of cat. For future guests, the white bathroom will be off limits from 10pm to 5:30 am sorry for the incovience bt my sleep is important.
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