Monday, December 8, 2014


We've announced #2 to our family and friends at this point. I'm still hiding it from work, but we'll tell them once Hubbs and I figure out our plans for the near future.

They've taken it surprisingly well. My mom is still in shock and can't wrap her head around the idea of two grandbabies when she just got her first one. My dad is obnoxiously excited, which is great. We haven't heard from Hubbs' parents yet, but I think they're excited to have i don't even know, grandbaby #9. (Their #8 will arrive 3 months before ours)

His siblings are all happy for us, although they have both said "good luck" about the whole having 2 under 2 thing. We will have the distinction of having children the closest together of all of them, so go us. I think we can handle it. Well, really, we'll just have to figure it out. lol.

I had to turn in my first 24-pee jug. Yes, my old friend is back. Apparently the OB wants to get a baseline, so we know later if my numbers start increasing drastically. I had to do so many of those last time, and I was really hoping to avoid them this time, looks like no such luck. Seriously, terrible, annoying pee jugs. At least this time when I turned it in, the lab tech didn't ask "are you suuuure that's a full 24 hours?" so that's a win.

Tomorrow we have this holiday breakfast for work, Hubbs and I are super excited to stuff our faces full of yummy all-you-can-eat country club buffet goodness. I've been dreaming about Belgian Waffles. If there's a Belgian Waffle station, I'm going to eat like 7 and not even care. So good.

Hubbs and I have been trying to stick to our Paleo/Primal diet. My OB said since I'm so fat, I can just keep losing the whole pregnancy and it won't hurt the baby. Ok, he said it nicer than that, but that's ok. At this point, I'm down 22lbs from just 4 short months ago and feeling pretty great about it. Of course, Hubbs has lost 30, but he had less to lose. I'll beat him eventually. We've been having a few more carbs than we should lately, but overall, we're still eating pretty healthily. Go us!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

10 and 10

Ducky turned 10 months today, and the little nugget is almost 10 weeks. That's pretty darn crazy. We're excited and I'm sleepy, but so far it seems that everything is going well. Hurray!

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

OMG Food

What food always makes you feel happy while you're eating it?

Um, how about all of the delicious food? A perfectly hot, melty, slightly crunchy, slice of brick oven made pizza.
Anything that literally makes me do a happy dance when eating it. Sometimes even Taco Bell does the trick. Yes, I realize that's sad.

Over the years, I've wondered if I actually have a bit of a problem with food. In some of my posts previously, I've talked about how I think I started surrounding myself in a protective layer of fat, and that helped me to think that no one would ever physically hurt me again.

Now that I'm older, I think I'm just set in my ways thinking food is amazingly delicious. Sure there are things that I hate, and I prefer to eat food that's actually good. When it's good it is oh so good, but you know, Doritos are good too. 

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Hubbs' Happy Surprises

Talk about a surprise that made you happy.

Hubbs is generally not a romantic person. He sucks at the whole "wooing" thing. I pursued him the whole time we were dating and he's less than creative when it comes to little gestures for the most part.

There were three times he absolutely knocked my socks off.

1. I'd been having a supremely crappy day and we got into one of our very rare fights. This was back when we were dealing with IF and everything was super crappy.  He'd gone off to go do something and I stayed home mostly crying and pouting. He came home with a HUGE milkshake, because he knows I like a good sweet treat when I'm feeling down.

2. My favorite book is Persuasion by Jane Austen. Cheesy I know. Hubbs is well aware that my favorite part of that book is when Anne reads the letter that Captain Wentworth writes to her. It's awesome. For my birthday one year, he hand-made a card and wrote a very sweet and lovely. Totally made me cry, but in a good way.

3. Hubbs' best friend got married this year. For the bride's bouquet and the groomsmen's boutonnieres, the bride made flowers out of photocopied book pages. Hubbs' was made out of pages of Persuasion. I stayed home with Ducky, so he went to the wedding by himself. He carefully packed the delicate paper rose and brought it back to me as a gift. I still need to find a baseball case or something to display it in. It was awesome.

Monday, December 1, 2014

1st Ultrasound for #2

Well it's official. There's real, live fetus in there. 9 weeks along now and feeling pretty good. Thanksgiving was fun, we visited my family and announced there. Everyone was rather shocked, but it was good. The new baby however apparently hates turkey, so I basically just ate sweet potatoes and cake and pie. So worth it.

What do you do when you're down to bring yourself a little joy?

Back in the day I would pwn some n00bs in Halo multiplayer.  Now I'm more boring and make my almost 10-month old laugh, or sneak in a little kiss on Hubbs' cheek. It seems more and more the things that make me the happiest are bringing happiness to my family.

Occasionally though, I will go ahead and go to a terrible movie by myself. Really bad disaster movies or horror movies are my favorite and I can never get anyone to go with me. It's a nice way to escape the world for a little under/over 2 hours and just forget everything else. It always perks me up.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

The Books Never Mentioned This...

I just caught my 9.5 month old daughter humping her bottle. Am I supposed to just let her do it, or should I take it away? I'm kind of at a loss on this one. Any pointers? lol.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Free Lunch

When I was in college, I had no trouble going places by myself, movies, dinner, it didn't matter. I found it easier than finding someone who actually wanted to see what I wanted to see, or eat where I wanted to eat. It was not unusual to find me alone on a weekday eating lunch in a restaurant with a good book.

On this particular day, I was dining by myself at Olive Garden reading Persuasion for the 20th time,  someone decided to pay for my lunch. They included a little card, some sort of "come to church" thing with a little quote about how I was loved.

At the time, I was super insulted, and thought it meant I must have looked like some lonely weirdo, and this person must have felt so badly for me, thinking I had no one in my life. Even though technically, that was true. Maybe I looked too much into it. Now, about 6 years later. I see it as just a kind gesture. Making someone who perhaps really did feel very alone, not so alone.

There are those moments in life, where sometimes someone who is at the end of their rope and about to take that leap just needs one person, just one to be nice to them. To smile, to say hello, to make them feel like there is just one person in the world who noticed them, even if just for a moment. Sometimes knowing someone cared can make a world of difference.

I try most days if I can, to say one nice thing, or do something small for someone else. If it's reaching out to a friend I haven't heard from in a while, or smiling and greeting an elderly stranger in the store. You just never know when that small little moment can help someone when they need it most.