9/29/11 - Secret Pregnancy Journal - Entry 2
So, before I go into to our adventure to the gynecologist. I'm going to have talk about a couple things.
I'm 8 weeks pregnant now. It is so hard that my friends don't know. I'm like leading this weird double identity life. Non pregnant by day. Pregnant by night. Sounds just like that movie "The Saint" right? Ha. bad joke. Anyway, I am used to having a core group of friends that know what is going on in my life. I want to wait til I'm 12 weeks pregnant to tell everyone for several reasons.
1. your doctor actually recommends that you don't tell anyone before than because the first 12 weeks because you are at the most risk to have a miscarriage during that time. They even say not to tell your parents. Intense. Yeah, couldn't do that.
2. I am still trying to process this. Hello?? I am pregnant. This means a lot for anyone, but I have a couple other steps I have to get through. One being I have to stop taking the anti-depressant I'm on. It's pretty stout stuff and this poor baby doesn't need to be taking it. So, I'm tapering down off of that and will be off it completely in a couple weeks. That = me possibly being more unstable than normal. The second factor is my job, Robert's job, our stability, our one room duplex. I know God will provide. I know we will be totally fine. Robert is a rockstar and a hard worker and makes me feel secure about it all. BUT, there is a lot that Robert and I had to talk through. I needed to be assured of all that stuff you freak out about when you realize you are having a baby. All that I was really thinking is "WE ARE NOT READY FOR THIS." Maybe that thought will fade by the 12 week mark, but I doubt it. :)
3. and finally as excited as I am to tell everyone, part of me doesn't want the attention. I think I got a life's worth of that when I got married. ha. Now and the coming year was supposed to be the time that I was going be happy for my other friends having babies and accomplishing things. I wasn't ready for this. This wasn't my time to have a baby.
Those are my thoughts on the waiting to tell at the 12 week mark. Re-reading the last couple sentences, I need to realize that apparently, I'm wrong, apparently it IS my time to have a baby. God made it happen and since I attempt to trust Him. This is my time to do it. Really trust Him. So, I'm praying for a healthy baby and a healthy pregnancy. This is part of me now. Or as my psychologist would say, "part of my truth". :)
Can I also talk about something else real fast? Just a little vent. I AM SO TIRED. I'm sort of a sleepy person anyway, but now it's at a whole new level. I'm going to bed earlier, sleeping harder and I'm extra drowsy during the day. I could lay in bed all day and be happy. I know because I did this last Saturday and Sunday. I did laundry during this time, so I didn't feel completely worthless. And have I been sick and nauseous? Yes. Uggg. Yes. I've thrown up. Some days I throw up all day. Some days just once and I'm good to go. Nauseous...almost all the time. I'm learning how to keep the nausea at bay though. Basically eat all the time. Like every hour. I mean seriously, if my stomach is empty at all, I immediately want to throw up and usually do. So, yeah. I'm eating all the time. Awesome.
Things I can eat
-Saltines (i basically eat a sleeve of them a day. not joking. Pregnant women alone must be able to sustain the Saltine market.)
-Kraft mac and cheese
-Ritz (i've not blossomed to ritz bitz with cheese, ritz bitz with peanut butter and ritz snack mix)
-jello
-applesauce
-Capri Suns (i know. werid.)
-Sprite
-Gatorade
-m and m's
-mini kit kats (occasional. but, yeah, i'm fat)
-toaster strudels (weird again. i haven't had them, but definitely bought them.)
-Cheerio's (plain)
-sometimes pizza
-sometimes queso, tortillas and other mild mexican
-fruit is starting to sound good so that's finally something healthy...yay
That about covers my diet for the last month. The mere thought of anything else kind of makes me nauseous/throw up immediately. Hopefully this will lift after the first trimester. We will see. Also, this semi-vegetarian is eating meat whenever she feels like it. Honey badger does not care.
and sidenote: being pregnant for me is an AWFULLY lot like being hungover. It's uncanny. And you know how awful it is to be hungover at work? Like the worse? Well, don't feel sorry for me...but yeah...welcome to pregnancy.
Okay....soooo, Robert and I going to the gyno. He was really so sweet to go with me. I mean, I know he's the father and all, but that cannot be fun for a guy. It's just uncomfortable. I don't know how I'd feel going to a penis doctor with him? (Not that penis doctor's exist.) Soooo, it's September 7th and we go on in to my doctor at Medical City. Robert is already in awe with all of the women's magazines in the waiting room. Good Housekeeping, Parenting, Children Mags, More, People. You know the basics. He digs through them and finds a Newsweek to read as we wait. (The Newsweeks are for women like Sarah and Miranda Hobbs.) We are called back to the room. I have to pee in the cup first and then I go back to the room and wait for the doctor. Robert is mystified with all the models and diagrams. Isn't it FUN to be a girl? ha. The doctor comes back and tells me that I definitely pregnant, my test came back very positive. Very! Well, okay! I mean, it's sort of surreal. A trained physician is telling you that you are definitely pregnant. We don't discuss too much. She doesn't deliver babies anymore. We talk about a plan to taper down off my meds and she schedules me for a sonogram before she sends me to another doctor. It's scheduled for the next Monday, the 12th. AHHHHH. How am I going to get a sonogram and not tell my friends about it??
Also, HOW, did I not know that my gyno for the last five years doesn't deliver babies?? hmmmm. My head really is that in the clouds, isn't it? Am I surprised about where my head is? No.
Robert and I decide to tell our parents and grandparents after we get the "yes" from the doctor. This was fun. Expect, that Robert had absolutely NO bedside manner with this. (I take that back, he did with his Mamaw. She cried, which made me want to cry. It was very sweet.) But, telling his mother was a completely different story. He did not even give a warm up to his poor mother, such as, "Hi Mom. How's your day?? Oh that's nice. Well, Alexis and I have a little bit of UNEXPECTED news...." No, he did not do that. His mom answers the phone and he says, "Alexis is pregnant." in this flat voice, while checking his email. I mean??? No. He might have well had say, "It rained here today." or "We had pizza for dinner." Then he says, "No, no we didn't plan it." I'm just staring at him in awe. Then Robert's mom asks to talk to me because obviously, I'm going to be acting more appropriately. We are excited and I tell her about the pregnancy test in Garland at Buffalo Wild Wings and our first doctor's appointment. Blah, blah, blah. She was probably cringing and confused about how redneck I am to take a pregnancy test at Buffalo Wild Wings, but hopefully the news of her first grandchild made her forget that part. Meanwhile, I am calling and texting my mom off the hook and she is not calling me back. Seriously?? The woman who calls all the time and texts me paragraphs is not answering her phone?? Today of ALL days.
Let me go back and tell you that my mom is "ready for grandkids". She conveyed this to Robert the first time I brought him home. We had been dating a month. I leave him alone with her for TWO seconds and she tells him, "you know, i'm ready for grandkids." I mean, out of the blue, no one was talking about grandkids. Thank the lawd he didn't freak out and catch the next bus out of Carlsbad. Instead we laughed about it together because obviously, he was the one. ;)
Since we've been married my mom has really changed her tune on this whole grandkids bit. She has been trying to play this "wait to have kids" card. I can see it's a big masquerade, but I let her tell me "how much work kids are" and "how expensive they are"...like I'm not aware of that. I tell her, "mom, we are not even trying. and I KNOW."
Regardless, I was really excited to tell her and I know that she would FREAK out. Plus, she really has been needing some good news, since her doggy died. :( Finally, I reach her. I tell her, "Mom, I went to the doctor today and I'm pregnant!" A high pitched scream started at the other end of the line and did not stop. I told her about the pregnancy test the weekend before. The screaming commenced. Lots and lots of screaming. Happy screaming though :). She was driving home screaming and when she got home, my dad was there and I got to tell him the news. He was really excited too. He said he had been thinking about me a lot lately and now he knows why. I feel blessed more than my words can say to have those two as parents. Telling them I was pregnant might be one of the neatest things I've ever got to do. Telling my little sister was pretty fun too. Little sis is going to be a little aunt?? ahhhh.
That was a good day. I'm pregnant. :) Now, I'm wondering how I'm going to get through the TYSO pub crawl pregnant/sober and how this sonogram bit is going to go.....oh and now I've got to tell the people at work. Eeekkkkk.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Pug Headlines
My sis posted this on fb. Louis hearts pugs.
In other news...click here to read about the world's smallest pug.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Cat is out of the bag
Hi there, Well, if you don't already know, I'm going to share with you some news in my life. I am 10 weeks pregnant. During my phase of not telling anyone except Robert and my parents I wrote a couple "Secret Pregnancy Jornals" when I wasn't throwing up or sleeping. Thought I would share....xo
9/21/11 - Secret Pregnancy Journal - Entry 1
So, something weird and wonderful has happened to me. I am 7 weeks pregnant. No, we weren't trying. No this was not planned. But, YES, we are accepting this blessing with open arms.
Here's how I found out about this.
A month ago, my mom came to town for the weekend. Sarah and I planned a mini mom's weekend, her mom, her grandmother and sister-in-law come to Dallas too. We had several fun things planned to do with them. The weekend was a lot of fun. We ate, drank, shopped and just had good quality time. My mom also bought me some new bedding as an early Christmas gift for Robert and I that I was really excited about. Yay, Wisteria Outlet.
As all good things do, the weekend went by way too fast came to an end. Robert and I dropped my mom off at the airport. All was well. Until a couple hours later. I began to have an emotional meltdown. I didn't know what on earth was contributing to this? The bedding we picked out turned to be a little different than I expected when we brought it home, but I still liked it. I was debating if I should keep it or if I made a rash decision by getting the bedding. Was I upset over bedding? I could still take it back? This wasn't life and death. Did I think my Mom spent too much money on us?? Was I missing my mom?? Was I homesick?? I didn't know. All I did know was that I could not stop crying.
That Sunday afternoon droned on and as you can guess it was A LOT of fun for Robert. Bless his heart. He tried to do everything to make me feel better. Nothing helped. I was in bed for most of the day. I couldn't even muster up the strength to go to a dinner and Cowboys game watching date we had planned with two other couples that night. I was a mess. Unfortunately, I've had these kind of days before. The kind of days where nothing is wrong, but I am irrationally upset. It's called depression. I knew that I couldn't control it and I'd have to let these feelings run their course.
I went through the rest of the week sort of like a zombie. Not really being present at work, but just sitting there. Coming home from work and crying for no reason and wanting to go to bed. It was a rough week. I hate to tell anyone about these weeks and days because I hate to burden them with these heavy feelings. I hate that they will say everything right to make me feel better, but nothing will work. I used hold everything I could inside until I would implode. I don't do this anymore because, it's so detrimental to myself and all of my relationships and now I have Robert. I can't really hide from him how I've feeling. We life in 900 square feet. There is physically no where to hide. So that's a good thing. Talking to him about things helps me.
In the midst of all these freaking emotions, my mom and dad lost one of their dogs. It ended up dying and it was my mom's very favorite dogs (she has severalish.okay 6.) but, it really broke my mom's heart. This, in turn, broke my heart for her. So yeah, if you've lost a pet, we all know how emotional that is.
Somewhere in there, I decided I need to bite the bullet and find a new psychiatrist or psychologist. I've had one for the last 3 years and he's just not cutting the mustard. I cannot handle another appointment where he asks me if the medicine I take gives me sexual side effects. I mean OMG for the last time NO and p.s. doc, if it did, I would not be discussing it with you. He basically just wanted to discuss sexual side effects and the weather and obviously I'm having nervous breakdowns over bedding and my mom leaving town and I'm going to need a little more.
I go to my new doctor. The first appointment is two hours. I'm feeling okay on this particular day, so I'm thinking great, she is probably going to wonder why I am even here. Of course, when I get there I start crying about my mom's dog, so she can quickly tell, I'm not a very stable human being. I mean it was probably that or my history with depression or the fact that I'm on meds and have been for years probably told her that I needed to be there. We talked about everything you talk about in your first appointment. I've had several of these. Childhood, family, relationships. We talk about Robert and I. Somehow, we get to the subject of us wanting kids. We definitely do want kids. She asks how soon. I say we are not sure, we have no timeline yet, but not now. She tells me with all that is going on with me emotionally and the status of Robert's career/film, she thinks that we are definitely not in a place to have children. I agree wholeheartedly. We're going to wait, I assure her. We don't think this is the time.
ppppppfffffffffttttttttt. God had to be laughing at me. "hahahaha. you're PREGNANT!"
I get home and talk to Robert about all that I talked about with my new doc. It's a lot. It's exhausting. We talk about having a baby. I tell him that I am NOT ready. I mean, look at me, I've been crying for like 2 weeks. How can I bring a child into the world?? Plus, we are living on my salary. UNO salary until Robert's film is complete. That's not stressful at all. NOT at all. Imagine having us AND a baby on this one salary??!! No WAY!! Noooooooo way!!!
The week goes on. On Friday, we took one of Robert's best friend's and his wife dinner. They have a 2 and half year old and a ONE WEEK old at this time. We were taking them dinner to help them out while they are adjusting to their new bundle of joy. We go in and visit and I'm dying to hold the little guy. Of course, they ask Robert and I when we are going to have kids. Not for a while we say so certainly. Nope, this is not our life, we are not ready for this.
We go to Fuzzy's Tacos. We see our good friend Todd picking up food. His wife Madeleine was 8 months pregnant at the time. Mad and Todd are going to be parents, I exclaim to Robert...isn't that just crazy??! We have large margaritas and lots of food and go home and watch the Baylor/TCU game.
The next day, I wake up and realize, oppsy, I'm about a week and half late. Late as in "that time of the month". I didn't really think much of it. It's happened before. Especially when I'm stressed out about something. No big deal. I mean, I've been on birth control, there's no way something happened. Welllll, I did start it a little late after we got back from Chicago, but that's not a big deal?? I've done that before. Right? Right.
But, I keep wondering. I look down at my stomach and it's sticking out more than normal. I mean, no I haven't been doing my normal yoga schedule, but what is UP with this belly?? Should I take a pregnancy test?? I have one. We bought some right after our honeymoon because I skipped a period then and wouldn't that have been hilarious. Right after the honeymoon?? Yikes. Obviously, that was a false alarm. But, this time, I'm a little worried. I just have this feeling I need to take this pregnancy test. Especially because we are supposed to watch the first Texas game tonight and I don't want to be downing cocktails with a bun in the oven. I pee on the stick. It's one of those where 2 lines is pregnant and 1 line is not pregnant. This kind is the worst kind. Do not get this kind. One line shows up really bold and then this other line is faintly there. Well, what dose that mean??? That is NOT 2 lines?? That is like 1 and a half lines. Ugggg.
That afternoon I go pick up Sarah's dog at doggie daycare because she is oot. Then our plan is to head on out to Garland to watch the Texas game. WHY Garland, you may ask??? Well that would be because of the invention of The Longhorn Network. That's right Garland is the only place where they get this glorious network. We have planned to meet some of Robert's friends at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Garland to watch Texas play Rice. I know...I know...I don't know how this is my life either.
At this point, I think Robert was really in denial that I could be pregnant. He says he wasn't, but I'm pretty sure he was. He probably still is. HA. But, anyway, we stop by Walgreens on the way out to Garland. I ask him, "honey can we please go home first so I don't have to take this pregnancy test at Buffalo Wild Wings. In. Garland." He tells me, no we really can't go home because his friend has been up there saving a table and we really need to get up there. Great. Wonderful. Taking a pregnancy test at Buffalo Wild Wings. I mean??? And what if it's positive??? Finding out I'm pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings??? No. Nononononononono.
But, yes. Oh yes.
So, we get there. Say hi to everyone, exchange pleasantries. Then I excuse myself to go to the restroom. I need to take this test. Mama needs to know if she can booze or not. I pee on the stick. I sit there and wait. It's one of those digital ones that says pregnant or not pregnant. Perfect. I wait, staring at the little stick and "pregnant" pops up. Well, holy shit, everyone. Pregnant. Pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings. Robert and I joked on the way there that if the test said pregnant that I should come to the table and give him a thumbs up. I did just that. Walking up to the table, he looks at me and I give him the thumbs up. He cracks up laughing. I'm laughing. Is this happening??? I sit down, we nonchalantly try to hug and kiss. Pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings. It's incredibly hard to sit there and not tell Robert's friends the joyous news, but we know it's way to early and I haven't been to a doctor yet. We play it cool. I drink water and order the sampler. (let the eating commence) Texas beats Rice.
The next day I'm googling things about finding out that you're pregnant....I come across this
Physical and Emotional Symptoms via pregnancy.familyeducation.com
You may feel out-of-sorts emotionally and be a bit testier than usual with family and friends. (OK, you can be a hellcat on wheels, or cry without warning.) Things that normally wouldn't bother you may bother you enormously. You may feel depressed or have feelings of depression that are unexplained.
Well, wow. Seriously??? So this is the reason I'm having these emotional issues?? I'm not bawling about bedding and my mom's dog due to my unresolved family issues or my imbalance of serotonin??? Well shoot!! This is kind of nice. Thank you, pregnancy.
Next up. Bob and Al go to the gynecologist.
9/21/11 - Secret Pregnancy Journal - Entry 1
So, something weird and wonderful has happened to me. I am 7 weeks pregnant. No, we weren't trying. No this was not planned. But, YES, we are accepting this blessing with open arms.
Here's how I found out about this.
A month ago, my mom came to town for the weekend. Sarah and I planned a mini mom's weekend, her mom, her grandmother and sister-in-law come to Dallas too. We had several fun things planned to do with them. The weekend was a lot of fun. We ate, drank, shopped and just had good quality time. My mom also bought me some new bedding as an early Christmas gift for Robert and I that I was really excited about. Yay, Wisteria Outlet.
As all good things do, the weekend went by way too fast came to an end. Robert and I dropped my mom off at the airport. All was well. Until a couple hours later. I began to have an emotional meltdown. I didn't know what on earth was contributing to this? The bedding we picked out turned to be a little different than I expected when we brought it home, but I still liked it. I was debating if I should keep it or if I made a rash decision by getting the bedding. Was I upset over bedding? I could still take it back? This wasn't life and death. Did I think my Mom spent too much money on us?? Was I missing my mom?? Was I homesick?? I didn't know. All I did know was that I could not stop crying.
That Sunday afternoon droned on and as you can guess it was A LOT of fun for Robert. Bless his heart. He tried to do everything to make me feel better. Nothing helped. I was in bed for most of the day. I couldn't even muster up the strength to go to a dinner and Cowboys game watching date we had planned with two other couples that night. I was a mess. Unfortunately, I've had these kind of days before. The kind of days where nothing is wrong, but I am irrationally upset. It's called depression. I knew that I couldn't control it and I'd have to let these feelings run their course.
I went through the rest of the week sort of like a zombie. Not really being present at work, but just sitting there. Coming home from work and crying for no reason and wanting to go to bed. It was a rough week. I hate to tell anyone about these weeks and days because I hate to burden them with these heavy feelings. I hate that they will say everything right to make me feel better, but nothing will work. I used hold everything I could inside until I would implode. I don't do this anymore because, it's so detrimental to myself and all of my relationships and now I have Robert. I can't really hide from him how I've feeling. We life in 900 square feet. There is physically no where to hide. So that's a good thing. Talking to him about things helps me.
In the midst of all these freaking emotions, my mom and dad lost one of their dogs. It ended up dying and it was my mom's very favorite dogs (she has severalish.okay 6.) but, it really broke my mom's heart. This, in turn, broke my heart for her. So yeah, if you've lost a pet, we all know how emotional that is.
Somewhere in there, I decided I need to bite the bullet and find a new psychiatrist or psychologist. I've had one for the last 3 years and he's just not cutting the mustard. I cannot handle another appointment where he asks me if the medicine I take gives me sexual side effects. I mean OMG for the last time NO and p.s. doc, if it did, I would not be discussing it with you. He basically just wanted to discuss sexual side effects and the weather and obviously I'm having nervous breakdowns over bedding and my mom leaving town and I'm going to need a little more.
I go to my new doctor. The first appointment is two hours. I'm feeling okay on this particular day, so I'm thinking great, she is probably going to wonder why I am even here. Of course, when I get there I start crying about my mom's dog, so she can quickly tell, I'm not a very stable human being. I mean it was probably that or my history with depression or the fact that I'm on meds and have been for years probably told her that I needed to be there. We talked about everything you talk about in your first appointment. I've had several of these. Childhood, family, relationships. We talk about Robert and I. Somehow, we get to the subject of us wanting kids. We definitely do want kids. She asks how soon. I say we are not sure, we have no timeline yet, but not now. She tells me with all that is going on with me emotionally and the status of Robert's career/film, she thinks that we are definitely not in a place to have children. I agree wholeheartedly. We're going to wait, I assure her. We don't think this is the time.
ppppppfffffffffttttttttt. God had to be laughing at me. "hahahaha. you're PREGNANT!"
I get home and talk to Robert about all that I talked about with my new doc. It's a lot. It's exhausting. We talk about having a baby. I tell him that I am NOT ready. I mean, look at me, I've been crying for like 2 weeks. How can I bring a child into the world?? Plus, we are living on my salary. UNO salary until Robert's film is complete. That's not stressful at all. NOT at all. Imagine having us AND a baby on this one salary??!! No WAY!! Noooooooo way!!!
The week goes on. On Friday, we took one of Robert's best friend's and his wife dinner. They have a 2 and half year old and a ONE WEEK old at this time. We were taking them dinner to help them out while they are adjusting to their new bundle of joy. We go in and visit and I'm dying to hold the little guy. Of course, they ask Robert and I when we are going to have kids. Not for a while we say so certainly. Nope, this is not our life, we are not ready for this.
We go to Fuzzy's Tacos. We see our good friend Todd picking up food. His wife Madeleine was 8 months pregnant at the time. Mad and Todd are going to be parents, I exclaim to Robert...isn't that just crazy??! We have large margaritas and lots of food and go home and watch the Baylor/TCU game.
The next day, I wake up and realize, oppsy, I'm about a week and half late. Late as in "that time of the month". I didn't really think much of it. It's happened before. Especially when I'm stressed out about something. No big deal. I mean, I've been on birth control, there's no way something happened. Welllll, I did start it a little late after we got back from Chicago, but that's not a big deal?? I've done that before. Right? Right.
But, I keep wondering. I look down at my stomach and it's sticking out more than normal. I mean, no I haven't been doing my normal yoga schedule, but what is UP with this belly?? Should I take a pregnancy test?? I have one. We bought some right after our honeymoon because I skipped a period then and wouldn't that have been hilarious. Right after the honeymoon?? Yikes. Obviously, that was a false alarm. But, this time, I'm a little worried. I just have this feeling I need to take this pregnancy test. Especially because we are supposed to watch the first Texas game tonight and I don't want to be downing cocktails with a bun in the oven. I pee on the stick. It's one of those where 2 lines is pregnant and 1 line is not pregnant. This kind is the worst kind. Do not get this kind. One line shows up really bold and then this other line is faintly there. Well, what dose that mean??? That is NOT 2 lines?? That is like 1 and a half lines. Ugggg.
That afternoon I go pick up Sarah's dog at doggie daycare because she is oot. Then our plan is to head on out to Garland to watch the Texas game. WHY Garland, you may ask??? Well that would be because of the invention of The Longhorn Network. That's right Garland is the only place where they get this glorious network. We have planned to meet some of Robert's friends at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Garland to watch Texas play Rice. I know...I know...I don't know how this is my life either.
At this point, I think Robert was really in denial that I could be pregnant. He says he wasn't, but I'm pretty sure he was. He probably still is. HA. But, anyway, we stop by Walgreens on the way out to Garland. I ask him, "honey can we please go home first so I don't have to take this pregnancy test at Buffalo Wild Wings. In. Garland." He tells me, no we really can't go home because his friend has been up there saving a table and we really need to get up there. Great. Wonderful. Taking a pregnancy test at Buffalo Wild Wings. I mean??? And what if it's positive??? Finding out I'm pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings??? No. Nononononononono.
But, yes. Oh yes.
So, we get there. Say hi to everyone, exchange pleasantries. Then I excuse myself to go to the restroom. I need to take this test. Mama needs to know if she can booze or not. I pee on the stick. I sit there and wait. It's one of those digital ones that says pregnant or not pregnant. Perfect. I wait, staring at the little stick and "pregnant" pops up. Well, holy shit, everyone. Pregnant. Pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings. Robert and I joked on the way there that if the test said pregnant that I should come to the table and give him a thumbs up. I did just that. Walking up to the table, he looks at me and I give him the thumbs up. He cracks up laughing. I'm laughing. Is this happening??? I sit down, we nonchalantly try to hug and kiss. Pregnant at Buffalo Wild Wings. It's incredibly hard to sit there and not tell Robert's friends the joyous news, but we know it's way to early and I haven't been to a doctor yet. We play it cool. I drink water and order the sampler. (let the eating commence) Texas beats Rice.
The next day I'm googling things about finding out that you're pregnant....I come across this
Physical and Emotional Symptoms via pregnancy.familyeducation.com
You may feel out-of-sorts emotionally and be a bit testier than usual with family and friends. (OK, you can be a hellcat on wheels, or cry without warning.) Things that normally wouldn't bother you may bother you enormously. You may feel depressed or have feelings of depression that are unexplained.
Well, wow. Seriously??? So this is the reason I'm having these emotional issues?? I'm not bawling about bedding and my mom's dog due to my unresolved family issues or my imbalance of serotonin??? Well shoot!! This is kind of nice. Thank you, pregnancy.
Next up. Bob and Al go to the gynecologist.
Suri Envy
I'm came across this last week, it brought back all those old feelings that I call....the dreaded Suri Envy.
Of course she's tackled the long skirt trend before I could even buy one. And that purse...is that vintage Valentino or something?? Never seen one like it. And what is in that bin?? Does Suri do crafts?? I'm sure she has a booming Etsy site. Not even going to touch the shoes and the fact that she could be tackling another trend "color blocking". Oh and way to have that "game face" for the cameras. That's always good to have in your arsenal of skills at AGE FIVE. Look straight ahead. Don't smile. I want to feel sorry for you, Suri, dealing with the paparazzi and all. But, I physically, mentally and emotionally cannot.
Friday, October 7, 2011
It's the most wonderful time of the year....
It's OU/TX weekend.
I love this weekend.
I met Roberto, three years ago on this very weekend. What a magical weekend of love was OU/TX 2008.
I mean...what is better than the Cotton Bowl on OU/TX Saturday???
The fall air...the running into people....the beer in the waxy cups....the Fletcher's corny dogs....it all gives me chills. Cherished memories flood my mind when I think back to this weekend. My Daddy drove all the way up from New Mexico, 10 years ago!, and took me to the game my freshmen year of college. It is one of my favorite memories. Even though I was a little hungover under the weather, it was the best day ever. This weekend now serves as a reunion weekend for my best friends that went to OU. It used to be a time where we all stayed in hotel rooms together, shopped together, did really dumb things together, went to the game together. The key word there is together. We were all together, not a care in the world (besides what we were wearing) and it was amazing. Now, we are lucky if we can schedule a dinner altogether. Time passes, things change, but OU TX still comes every year. It's still giving us an excuse to be together, still reminding us how awesome it was to be in college and still creating new memories for us. I love this weekend and I love my friends and I want to cry now????
I'll refrain and just say BOOMER SOONER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
iGenius
Our first family computer was an Apple. It was all set up at our dining room table. I think I was maybe 8?? I'll never forget how excited my dad was. I'll never forget playing Kid Pix and other paint kid stuff on that thing. Little did we know what would be in store...the iPod, the iPhone, the iPad. Now we can't imagine the world without them. It's so crazy how much things can change is a short 20 years.
"The only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it." - Steve Jobs, 2005 Commencement Speech at Stanford University
That's true wisdom, right there.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
please pray!
I'm going to link up to a post from one of my best friend's (very cute) blog. Click here to read. Please keep Oliver in your prayers. He's showing what a tough little guy he is and he's not even a week old yet!
Philippians 4:6
6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
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