Things Are Happening!

I don't embarrass easily...at all. In fact, I don't often worry about what other people think and will usually rat myself out about the specifics of a situation like I'm about to do right now. This particular situation was extra embarrassing for some reason though. I was talking on the phone to J, who is still in OH, when I started to not feel very well. I made my way to the bathroom while trying to wrap up the conversation when....WHAM! I didn't hang up fast enough and he totally got an earful of me yakking my guts out. I was mortified. I put the phone down while it happened but was able to bring it up to my mouth for a quick second to squeak out, "I gotta go", before I hung up on him. Ah...the romantic things I say to him. I sure hope he realizes how lucky he is to have me.

I spent the afternoon celebrating my youngest siblings 25th birthday. Isn't that crazy to think?! There are 6 kids in my family and the baby of the family is a quarter of a century old. We're all growing up. Not only that but he and his wife are expecting a lil' one the beginning of January. The baby of the family is getting ready to have a baby. WOW! My family is growing by leaps and bounds. Not only is my youngest brother's wife expecting but my older sister is expecting too. That makes 3 babies that are going to be born starting with mine with a due date of October 20th, the youngest's wife with a due date of January 4th and my older sister with a due date of February 15th. Isn't that cool?! So many cousins all born so close to each other! I'm glad I'm not one of those people that feels like someone else being pregnant at the same time as me somehow detracts my my pregnancy. I know people like that. What a crappy way to live. Instead...their news somehow doubles my joy. In my opinion, that's how it should be.

The beauty stuff I am doing for Express MiE has taken shape!!!!!! I'm so excited I could scream. Not only do I have a couple of workshops coming up but the 3 weeks courses I am going to teach will be starting soon as well. Wanna sneak peak? CLICK HERE. Finally! After so much time it is starting! I'm so blessed the owner of the studio was patient with me. Everything has worked out beautifully. The curriculum is laid out perfectly. I spent a good portion of this evening getting it worked out for quite a few different courses. It's not all complete yet but the first courses handouts are almost complete. I'm also finalizing all of the information for the workshops I'm teaching. Yesterday SIL took my picture in the makeup that I am teaching for the December workshop. I have to say that she did an excellent job. See below. Well done, right?!

The Lemon Clot Essay

My motivation is in the dumps again. It seems to come and go like the tide except mine lasts for days at a time instead of being daily. I don't know how to fix it. It doesn't help that J is out of town again. I hate when J goes out of town. He's only gone for 4 days this time but I still miss him like crazy. I was talking to a friend about it last night and she made a very good point. He works from home. I'm home during the day and only work 2-3 nights a week. She said that a lot of other couples could never handle that. A lot of couples would drive each other crazy. We don't. Instead I miss him when he's gone. I like that.

This whole pregnancy thing is starting to draw to a close and the closer it gets the more nervous I get. I'm sure that is perfectly normal. What I'm most concerned about is what J's expectations are going to be after the fact. I'm really excited about my future in-laws coming to visit but they don't know me very well. How am I going to be after the baby is born? How hard is postpartum depression going to hit me? Are they going to understand? What are they going to think about me? Can you see how all of these questions can pile up the more I think about it? Thankfully I was given a heads up about a great article that could help J enter into a conversation about it. I posted the article below and it very honest but some people may prefer not to read it all so...this is an official warning that the following is descriptive.

The Lemon Clot Essay (by Sharon1964) 

You will be leaking out of places you don't want to leak out of. Do you really want to stand up from the couch and have your father's parents see that not only have you bled through your pad, but the blood is now running down your leg. Do you really want to say, "honey, can you come with me to the bathroom, I am bleeding all over and I feel a huge bloodclot coming out"... in front of them? Contrast that to "mom, I need your help please, now, I'm bleeding all over!" Does your husband really understand the volume of stuff that will be coming out of you, the possibility of lemon-sized clots of blood? Not 2-dimensional lemon-sized, but huge, round, 3-dimensional lemon-sized? 

How many bathrooms do you have? If only one, do you REALLY want to have to make it "guest-level clean" every time you leave it? Do you really want this gang of people ogling your diaper-sized pads, peribottle, tucks pads, and all the other supplies that will be in the bathroom? Even if you have two bathrooms, that means you can't use the main bathroom, because you still have to leave it "guest-level clean" every time you use it. 

Do they really plan to do something other than hold the baby, pass the baby around, and sit around expecting you guys to wait on them? Are they going to sit and stare at you? Thirty minutes after they arrive, and baby wants to breastfeed, are they going to quickly and willingly LEAVE your home so that you can breastfeed in the privacy and comfort of your space? Or are they going to hang around outside, waiting for you to be done, and knocking every so often wanting to know if they can come back in? Yeah, that's great for breastfeeding. 

Or better yet, are they going to blow you off, saying "it's no big deal", and expect you to breastfeed in front of them? Even experienced moms need several weeks of practice to get good at it, so to speak, so that they can breastfeed wherever they want. Learning to breastfeed is not a time for people to ogle and stare at you. 

When your breasts are engorged and painful and you want NOTHING to touch them, what then? Does your dh think it will be okay for his dad to stare at your huge naked breasts as you walk around topless? 

What if your birth is smack in the middle of their trip? So what are they going to do the first few days, before baby? Are they going to sit and stare at you, waiting for the big moment? Then what? Are they going to camp out in your hospital room every day, all day? Yeah, that's great for resting. What happens when you leave the hospital and they beat you to your own home, and all you want to do is lay down in your own bed? Are they going to leave graciously, or are they going to sit in your living room, eating your food, messing up your house, and making noise, so you can't nap? 

Does your DH normally allow people to invite themselves over to visit you guys without even ASKING? You guys are setting yourselves up for a lifetime of this. Then you will be blamed when you try to tell them that it is not a good time for you. 

Does your DH understand ANY of these things?? Does he not understand that it is NOT about entertaining guests, but about recovery from a major medical procedure (either vaginal or c-section)? Does he not understand that you just grew another human being in your body, and will have just gone through the process of getting it out?? This is going to be an exhausting, messy, wildly hormonal time. Does he not get that??

Promises Promises

I've been promising pictures for a couple of weeks now so without further ado...here they are!

The cleaning out of my closet has been the biggest joy ever! I can't tell you how absolutely amazing it is to walk into my closet and to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that everything is completely wearable. Here's the carnage...

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The other room I'm very pleased with is the updated master bathroom. There are two walls that need something but I'm not sure what to put up. I guess the deciding factor will be what accent color we decide on for the master bedroom. Since there is no divider between the two rooms I want them to somewhat coordinate. One of my most favorite parts is the hook that J hung for me so that I could hang my blow dryer and hair straightener. I hate leaving them on the counter but can't put them under the cabinet until they are cool so...there they sit...on the counter. Well...until now! It looks absolutely awesome!

Total Spent $45

Onto some fun baby stuff! Remember how I mentioned that SIL and I held off on buying more flannel material for the baby wipes and instead I decided to use what I already had. Well...I got to cutting the other day. It was awesome! I sat down at the coffee table, turned on Mad Men on Netflix, and got to cutting. In the end, I have 65 8"x8" double sided wipes and 20 4"x8" wipes. All that is left is to stitch the edges. I guess I should say "all that is left" since that will take some time. Better get cracking on that since the due date is just a couple of months away.

I also finally have my chore chart kind of laid out. I've been doing it for a couple of days now and the chores for each day doesn't take much longer than 20 or so minutes. Obviously that will extend a bit due to the addition of a baby but still...it seems much more manageable. Pretty excited to see how it all works out. Here's the plan layout.

Here is the awesomeness that is our downstairs half bathroom. I've very excited for how it has turned out. J hung the picture above the toilet for me as a surprise while I was away which I very much appreciated but he hung it just a little bit high for my mental picture. Rather than complain and ask him to do it again I decided to just add something to the back of the toilet to make the wall appear less...spacious. I'm so stoked! Oh and one of my most favorite parts is the fact that it is so easy to change the who appearance of the room just by changing the color of the towels. Everything else is black and white so it will adapt to any color. Love it!




Aaaaaaaaaaaaand last but not least...the beginning of the guest room! Unfortunately I didn't get a true before photo so these will have to do. So far this remodel has cost $0. These are the shutters that I got months ago for free off of craigslist. J worked magic on getting them all put together. They were short by about 3 inches so he took apart the forth shutter and used the edges to make it just a little bit wider. Absolute perfection! I wish I could paint the wall but alas...a girl has to do what a girl has to do. I want to work on the duvet cover next. Pretty excited about that part. Oh and I found what I want to make for our master bedroom bedcover but I'm not ready to unveil it yet.

Well, that's all I have for now. I will definitely have more to add soon due to SIL handing me the crack pipe that is called Pinterest. If you belong then you know exactly what I am talking about. We'll see what else I can get put together before lil JD is born. Well...I hope you have enjoyed my little photo journal. I'll try to get better about posting pictures more often.

Best Gift Ever

Do you ever feel like you've been handed the biggest gift ever only to have it give more and more and more and more? That's kinda where I'm sitting now. In the land of complete and utter excitement but unfortunately I am trapped in this poor body of mine that, for now, has limitations. The good thing is I've decided to just live the best I can and then let it grow once my lil man is born. For now though? Lots of excitement happening but I have no idea where to start. Um...let's see...

We saw our new midwife yesterday and we love, Love, LOVED her! Such a different experience from seeing the OB. She spent more time with us in that one appointment then all of the other doctors did in all of our other appointments combined. And instead of trying to stick her hand where the sun doesn't shine she had me lay back and she felt around my tummy until she suddenly stopped. She kept her hands where they were, turned to J and asked him if he wanted to feel little JD's head. It was fascinating but I was suddenly consumed with jealousy because I wanted to feel it too. I quickly expressed my desire and she had to feel it too. It was madness! First off because I felt his head and second off because it was pointing down...as she said, "in position for birth". What the hell?! It's really happening. This kid is going to come out and be all ours. Anywho, we are so grateful that we made the switch and can't wait to get to know the other 2 midwives.

Things around the house are coming right together. I've really been working on putting everything where it should go instead of just shoving it out of the way. It has been a slow and steady journey but one that I am finally ready to face. I have also decided that I have to get a cleaning system down now. Subconsciously I have already started kinda formulating one but I think that time has come to commit it to paper and practice. I have a couple of routines already in place like we make the bed every single morning, I wash the sheets every Wednesday, I change and wash the towels every Sunday and Wednesday, we clean the kitchen every night, I straighten the couch each night before bed and more. Today I cleaned all three of the bathrooms. Since we do it about once a week I was able to clean the bathrooms as well as wipe the baseboards and super scrub the shower all in about 40 minutes. The baseboards won't need to be done weekly but if I could divide all of the chores of the house into 30 minute segments 6 days a week I think I could keep things really manageable. J does all the vacuuming which happens about twice a week. Mainly it's because he has this really state of the art vacuum, a Kirby, that you almost need an associates degree to handle and I just don't really care to try to figure it out. It seems to bring him peace to do the vacuuming so I'm not going to mess with the balance of that. I know my house won't be perfect with the addition of a baby but if I stay on top of things in small ways everyday then hopefully I won't get buried. I just know how easy it can be to suddenly feel unmanageable and that's just a road I don't want to go down ever again.

I have a ton of exciting things in the works at Express MiE! Mainly...the makeup stuff is finally getting on its way. I've struggled for a while on what to do with everything and all of the sudden it all just...came together. I have put a lot of hard work into everything but for some reason it has all just fit. Maybe the timing is finally right? Who knows...whatever is going on...I'll take it.

Miss Maddie's ear is finally starting to fix. It's been a long drawn out process that we are all tired of but all of our hard work has paid off. Thank goodness because I was desperate.

I've done another purge of the friendship kind. I've had a couple of "those friends" hanging around that were like poison but for some ridiculous reason I felt bad about the idea of cutting ties. I decided that instead of cutting ties this time I would just wean myself off of them or really wean them off of me and voila! Done!

Oh and I have tons and tons and tons of pictures to share but I'm going to save them for another post...be prepared for awesomeness.

So Over It...

I'm sitting up with J (that's what I'm not going to call my Fiance instead of Big JD...too much effort to write) watching some show called Deadliest Warrior. This show is ridiculous. It's obviously a show made entirely for men. They pit different types of "warriors" against each other in these pretend wars based on data collected on their weapons. Tonight's episode is Jesse James' Gang against Capone's Men. Jesse's group won. Men...so weird...

Oh and it's 3am and I am still up. Wide awake. Why, you ask? Well, my body has spent the last several hours rejecting my choice in food. Again. I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired. My list of things that my body is not okay with keeps continuing to grow. I think I can add Papa John's pizza to that list now. Except this that one is probably on the list of things I will never be able to eat again. Ever. Damn it. I ate it a couple weeks ago and I was fine. I have no idea what changed. All I know is that, once again, my body isn't happy and it is taking it out on me. I feel worse for J then myself. He has to listen to me. Let's just put it this way...it is so violent that I actually break capillaries in my face. I look like I have freaking chicken pox on my face all the time. Oh how I wish I was one of those women that wore pregnancy well. I'm exhausted. I'm always sick. I look like a freaking wreck.

That leads me to something that I think about on a regular basis. I'm not sure how many of you know this but I have 5 brothers and sisters which, including me, makes 6. Here's what I can't seem to wrap my head around: How on God's green Earth did my Mom do it? Let's just say she was sick for the minimum that most women are sick during their pregnancies of 3 months or as most people put it, the first trimester. That would mean that over the course of her life she was sick for 18 months. That's a year and a half. Can you imagine being sick for a year and a half? What about if she was sick for as long as I have been sick, 7 months so far? That would be 42 months of being sick or 3 and a 1/2 years. And let's say it was all 9 months which is the direction I seem to be heading. That would be a total of 54 months or 4 and a 1/2 years. WTF?! I thank God she did it because I can't imagine my life without any of my siblings but seriously...with how I feel on a regular basis and especially how I feel right now I can't for the life of me imagine doing it more than once. I might change my tune once I'm holding my sweet baby boy but then again...

Oh and be on the lookout for a super inspiring, upbeat post tomorrow. I also have a bunch of exciting stuff going on that I didn't want to taint with the negativity of this post.

Confessions of this Pet Owner

I have a beautiful lab, Maddie, who I have owned since she was 8 weeks old. She's now 11 years old. I worked my ass off to train her so that she was a pleasure to be around and to care for. She is better off of a leash then she is on one and would do anything to make anyone happy. She was my universe.

She also has chronic ear infections. We're not talking about small infections. We are talking MASSIVE ear infections that are both bacterial and yeast that make them impossible to treat. I have spent thousands (literally...I checked...and I stopped counting when I reached $4,000) of dollars on vet bills just for this problem alone. I've gone to dozens of vet appointments at a dozen or so different vets trying to get this treated. I have bought and fed her anti-allergy dog food that costs $60 for a 20 pound bag. I bathed her weekly and sometimes bi-weekly trying to see if I could clean it out. After I gave up on using all of the different treatments the vets swore would rid her of this problem I went to trying over the counter drugs in the hope that maybe I was missing something. I wasn't. Many of them made her ears bleed or worse. I then went as far as trying to use Vagisil and some homemade concoctions I found on the internet from other people who were having the same issues only to end up with the same result...it gets better for a week or so and then comes back worse than ever, that is, if the treatment even worked at all. I finally resigned myself to just cleaning them every morning and every night to try to keep them at bay. The stuff that I clean out of her ears makes it look like someone poured sticky mud down her ears. I gave up hope on finding a miracle cure and have worked at just maintaining...for 11 years I've battled it. I haven't taken it lightly or blew it off. I've steadily, on a daily basis, maintained it.

3 weeks ago her ear got worse than normal. We treated it and then tried to make it so that SHE couldn't make it worse as she has historically done. She is notorious for rubbing her head on the ground. Inside. Outside. On rocks. Pavement. Carpet. Tile. She rubs. As we feared she did it again this time, of course, making her ear worse. We then changed how we treated her. She rubbed more. She would sneak off and rub and rub and rub. She's now barely allowed to go outside unmonitored and she has to stay within eyesight when she is inside because she keeps finding ways to get her bandages off. Oh...bandages, you ask? Yes. Bandages. Then we wrap her head in bandanas and tape in the hopes that she won't infect her sores. Her sores, you ask? She has literally rubbed one of her ears to the point that it is almost hairless and she is missing chunks out of the edges it. As big JD put it, "she looks like she got bit by a shark". My confession? I'm defeated. I'm at a loss. Big JD is at a loss. The thing is, I can't even go to the "experts" about it because every vet tells me something else and every vet is wrong. I'd end up spending another $300 to have them shove another "miracle" in my face and promise that this time, yes, this time it will work. It never does. 

Today we reached a climax in the situation. I ran to the store really quick before my sister came over and by the time I had gotten home Maddie had managed to get the tape and both of the bandanas off of her head as well as she had rubbed her ear all over the ground outside splitting all of her sores open and filling them with dirt. I took her upstairs to clean her and it was a freaking wreck. I scrubbed everything out for like 10 minutes and somehow as she was jumping out of the tub she managed to knock off one of the brand new, bought on clearance soap dispensers and broke it. It was the icing on the cake. Let's just say that when my sister got to my house this morning she found me sitting and sobbing on the master bedroom floor. This afternoon it took me 2 hours and 1/4 tank of gas driving around to 6 different stores to find a replacement soap dispenser. I know that stuff doesn't matter but it was just one more thing that never would have needed to have been done if this ear wasn't an issue. 

I don't know what to do. I am starting to resent my dog which makes absolutely no sense and makes me feel like pretty much the worst person on the entire planet. I have no hope left. I know this is aggravated by the fact that I have pregnancy hormones coursing through my veins but still. Big JD and I have spent 1 hour each every single night for the last 3 weeks totaling 42 hours of working on her ears only to have her rub them to pieces. We thought about adding a cone but even that she can still lay it on the ground and rub. I know that other people deal with much bigger things on a daily basis but how? How do you do it? How do you maintain hope? 

Deliberate

I have decided that I am going to be more deliberate in what I choose to do. For example, I realized how much food I was wasting in trying to make sure that we ate a huge selection of different types of food. When I finally faced reality and wrote a list of what we will really eat as apposed to a good variety I came to the realization that both Big JD (that is what I have decided his name will be. Thanks Marsha for the idea) and I are totally okay with eating the same things everyday. Breakfast we have 2 options: cereal or a strawberry banana vanilla soy shake. Lunch we have 2 options: PB&J (he chose it) for Big JD, cottage cheese, cheese stick and pretzels for me and we both have the option of left overs from dinner. Dinner I bled the list down to like 10 or so menu items that were easy and healthy to recreate. I also have decided to start making doubles of what I can for either leftovers of lunch or to freeze for future use. For example, I made whole wheat pizza tonight (okay...not the healthiest but close) and made enough that I could freeze 4 pizzas worth of dough so in the future I can just pop one of those out of the freezer, thaw, and cook. Not bad, eh? Oh and the best part of all about my grocery shopping today was I have enough food to last us almost 3 weeks minus fruits and veggies. YAY!

Along with being deliberate about my meal planning I also decided to be more deliberate about my organizing. I admitted to Big JD that I was afraid to finish organizing the house because after it is done there is going to be nothing left for me to do. Enter him laughing really hard at my logic and telling me that he knows my personality and my personality will ALWAYS find something. Damn. He's so right. When I deliberately thought about everything that I want to get done I realized that the disorganization in the master bedroom and bathroom were bothering not only me but Big JD. We're talking my stuff not his. I decided that rather than working on another project I would change my focus to our personal space. Oh. My. Gosh. What a difference it made. Here's what I did. I replaced all of the mismatched bathroom stuff for matching stuff. We have 2 sinks and not one thing matched between any of it. Plus there was crap on the counters that neither of us wanted to see and stuff crammed into the drawers that we really do use on a regular basis. I took pictures but haven't downloaded them yet. I'll try to do it tomorrow because you all HAVE. TO. SEE. IT. It looks freaking amazing!

Next...the dreaded closet. I got so freaking sick and tired of looking at a whole bunch of beautiful clothes that I couldn't wear. I decided enough was enough and cleaned it all out, put it carefully into a storage container and am storing it in Lil JD's closet until the time comes where I can put that stuff on again. Do you have any idea how nice it is to be able to look into my closet and know that every single thing hanging in there I can wear?! Well...it is an unbelievable feeling. I am actually excited to get to sleep so I can wake up, shower in the newly kinda remodeled bathroom and then choose what I want to wear out of my closet. I still have a bit of organizing left but it is things like where to put the luggage and how do I consolidate my too big shoe collection. I wasn't in the mood to do a bunch of purging so I just set it to the side to finish on Thursday.

I also got to some organizing in my craft area that I have needed/wanted to do. It is right by Big JD's office so it will be nice for him to be able to look over and see...cleanness. I know that was really bothering him but he didn't want to say anything out of fear of hurting my feelings which he would have been right judging by my jacked up pregnancy hormones lately. Again, I still have a bit of work to be done but the bulk of it is finished. All that is left is buttoning up the parts and pieces that I can't seem to decide on. Grrrr...that may take until next week to finally complete.

SIL did some shopping with me today and one of the places I planned on going was the magical land of Joann's Fabric. I wanted to get some really cute flannel material to make baby wipes and as we were talking in the car I came to the realization that I have yards and yards and yards of flannel material already. The problem? It all has really cute dog print designs on it. The solution? I realized that it doesn't freaking matter. I am making stuff to wipe my babies butt. Who cares what it looks like before I use it. It's all going to look the same after...you're welcome for that mental picture.

Anyway, as you can see, today was a very deliberate day. I'm sure that not every day will go this smoothly but as long as I strive for making deliberate decisions instead of leaving stuff up to chance then my likelihood of feeling accomplished at the end of the day goes up significantly. That's all we really want anyways, isn't it? To feel like the things that we spend our time doing actually matters and that there is an actual end result to the whole thing. At least that's how I am.

A Humungous Thank You!

I just wanted to let each and every one of you know that I appreciate you. The encouragement that I receive from comments on my blog, Facebook page and in person do not go unnoticed. I may not always respond but usually that is because I forgot or I am thinking about what I want to say. One of the comments I received recently caused me to peek back and look at where I had come from. I have been wallowing in so much self pity recently that I didn't realize how far I had come until I saw where I had been. It's been a long, hard couple of years but I wouldn't change any of it for the world.

The experiences that I have acquired along with the lessons I have learned have really helped me to become a person I am proud of as well as enabled me to surround myself with people that are good for me and not just looking to get something from me. Your comments also help me to remember why I am writing this blog. I started it a couple years ago as a way to keep myself accountable to losing weight. If I helped just one person along the way then I would have done what I sought out to do. I have heard countless stories of how something I wrote encouraged someone else in one way or another. This includes many women from the dance studio I teach at and the funny thing is I don't think those women realize how much they encourage me on a daily basis. I think that is part of the reason I am having such a hard time not teaching as much. Those women have taught me what friendships should be. I am so grateful for that.

My point to all of this is I am so glad that I get to be a part of your lives even if I am just a blog you read every once in a while because if just one thing I write helps you then my mission is accomplished. You all rock!

~Kathy

What You Think Is Best May Actually Not Be

My betrothed (ugh...somehow this term is worse than fiance. I so need to find a good nickname for him) and I are doing the unthinkable. At 29 weeks we are ditching our OB that we have been seeing since we found out we were pregnant and changing to different one...a midwife actually. The icing on the cake was this last time they prescribed something with Red 40 in it. Actually it was more their attitude about it. The nurse hinted at me taking it even if it made me sick. I was so angry but didn't want to rock the boat since I was so far along blah, blah, blah. They didn't seem to remember me ending up in their office so sick they almost put me in the hospital for dehydration after vomiting more than 25 times in one day and not holding any food or water down for almost 2 days. I kept my mouth shut, even to my betrothed (wow...I need help to figure out something else to call him), and stewed in silence.

That night (last Thursday) my betrothed (gag at the nickname) and I toured the hospital we are going to use. It. Is. Amazing! We then chatted with another couple that was in our tour group that is using a midwife and she couldn't say enough nice things about the practice. I'd actually recently done research on that very practice and I left the hospital feeling very disappointed that we were stuck with the one we were stuck with...or were we? My betrothed is the one that had the guts to say something out loud. Not long after we got home he made the comment that he wasn't very pleased with our doctor and didn't like how they can't keep my information straight and how worried he was when we got to the actual delivery because if they can't keep me straight now there is no way they will then. Good point. Decision made. I called the new office the very next morning. I'm super stoked to meet our new provider!

Other then making a major change in the early stages of our third trimester I have been getting a quite a bit done. The good thing is I am getting down to "deadline" time. That is really beneficial to me because I work really well under pressure. The problem is I don't like the fact that is has to get to this point. I really wish I was one of those people that knew what needed to get done and could do it in a timely fashion. I want to change that about myself. My betrothed is REALLY good at finishing projects that he starts as well as working on them in a more timely fashion. I talked to him tonight and asked for his help. We aren't exactly sure what that will look like but I know for sure I don't want him to feel like he has to babysit me to make sure I'm following through. I better think on this a bit more before we move forward...

Are You Seriously Cutting In Line?!

Do you ever just get tired of taking and taking it and taking it? Apparently, yesterday I was. I had a rough couple of days and last night my lovely mother took me to buy maternity pants. I'm not gonna lie...that part wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. They actually make some semi-attractive clothing for us preggo girls. That coupled with my Mom being a super supportive cheerleader it made shopping quite a pleasant experience. Well...until we got into line that is. Let's just say my pretty crumby day coupled with having barfed my guts out right before the trip made me less than agreeable. If you have ever thrown up in your life, which I'm sure you have all done, then you know how much it takes out of you. I was so not feeling up to par.

As we stood in line to check out this woman took it upon herself to try to cut in line. I guess she thought she was entitled because her friend had been standing in the line next to ours before we got there but the person in front of us was finishing first. So instead of saying something she just snuck her way right in front of us. I looked at my Mom and made the comment that that woman seems to be getting ready to cut in line. She then turned to me and said they were there first to which I responded that they were in the other line. No sooner had I gotten those words out then the cashier backed me up and said they were in the other line and that we were next. The lady then had the audacity to argue with the cashier too. I lost it. Normally I never would have said a word because fighting about stuff like that just isn't worth it but sometimes I get so sick and tired of always being the one to just let things go. A huge argument ensued where she asked me why I was getting so upset and I responded with, "why are you sneaking in front of us like some little kid getting ready to steal a cookie from a cookie jar." My part ended when I waved my arm at her with a curtsy and told her that since she seems to think she is so much more important than everyone else that she can feel free to go next. We had a whole audience at this point including a store manager who took it upon herself to specially open a line for my Mom and I, apologize profusely for the lady and the situation and stated that she saw the whole thing and that woman was completely wrong. My poor Mom...she was stuck with an emotional pregnant girl that had just plain HAD IT. Don't get me wrong...I didn't cuss at the lady or anything but I was very clear about what I thought about her actions...very loudly.

I seriously surprised myself. I normally may have still been annoyed about the situation but instead stewed in silence. This time? Not so much. I just get so tired of people thinking the rules apply to everyone but them. It is apparent in traffic all day...everyday...but I have to let that go because getting in an accident to "prove my point" definitely isn't worth it. Then there is getting stuck in the 10 items or less line because some person who OBVIOUSLY has way more than 10 items thinks that they don't have to follow the rules like everyone else because they are in a hurry. I know life isn't fair. I learned that lesson over and over and over but this time I just couldn't help myself. Needless to say that woman at the store was mortified and went back to her original line. My favorite part of the whole situation was as we were leaving the store my Mom said to me, "I don't understand why she did that. She was in the other line." It made me feel like I wasn't completely overreacting. A little...maybe...but not completely.

Tomorrow Came!

I am kicking my procrastination in the keester! You all wouldn't believe everything that I got accomplished over the last week. I hit my list hard and heavy last Wednesday and Thursday, did a bit on Friday, got sucked into life on Saturday and Sunday and was back at it again yesterday. It feels amazing to be getting so much done! I had really big plans for today but all of that came to a screeching halt when I went to get lab work done today. The problem? The doctor ONCE AGAIN prescribed my something that has Red 40 in it. I haven't had anything with it in a for a long time and let's just say that my body is still not agreeing with it. The rest of my day was shot after I spent some time in the bathroom throwing everything up. Oh well...tonight brings a tour of the hospital we are going to be using for the birth. I'm pretty excited to see what the rooms look like as well as finding out the hospitals policies and procedures. Oh yeah! I forgot to share that touring the hospital was a part of my procrastination list and I was super afraid that I had procrastinated too long but God was on my side and not only did we get a tour but we were also able to book a birthing class that was also on my list. That doesn't happen until next month though. I really did have plans to write a whole lot more but my body is zapped from the events earlier today. My mental capacity is less than amazing right now and I need to preserve whatever I have for the hospital tour tonight. More later...