Look at me! Two weeks in a row! Can I get a woot, woot?!
Here’s a sampling of what made my heart a flutter this week:
I love this recent picture of
Husband, he's so cute!
Husband: Ok, this is kind of a copout answer because he always makes my heart a flutter. But hear me out. I love how easy going and selfless this guy is. There is no such thing as inconveniencing my husband; I don’t think the word exists in his vocabulary. I’m serious! From getting up an hour to two hours before he has to to make my lunch for work, to hauling a lawn mower across town to help out my recently-moved grandparents, he does it all for the smile it puts on peoples’ faces. The first words out of his mouth in the morning, when I get home from work and just before bed is “what can I do for you, baby?” The kicker? He means it. I don’t know what my mother-in-law did to raise such a good man, but whatever it is, it needs to be taught in schools. The world would be a much better place (not to mention cuter) if everyone were more like Husband.
The view on my way home...nothin' but
blue sky and open road. Aahh
My new route home: There is a very obvious shift in moods when I take the shorter, more trafficky route home as opposed to the longer, but less traveled (by the greater population) route home. I arrive home calmer, in a better mood and ready to start my evening when I take the barren route home because I can jump on the highway, crank up the radio, or not and drive a consistent 75 mph the entire way home rarely seeing another car on the road. Side note: yes the thought has crossed my mind if I were ever to crash into a phone pole, drive into a ditch or run out of gas on this route home, but husband would know where to look for me and, Bonus! At least I’d die smiling and happy and not stressed out.
Beginning work on Baby Girl’s room: There’s something about getting that first coat of paint on and seeing some of her clothes hanging in her closet and her bassinet all set up that makes this whole thing seem more real. Last night when we were painting to a soundtrack of Louie Armstrong and Otis Redding and the song “My Girl” came on and husband starting singing it and I suddenly saw him singing to our daughter who will be here in just a few short months and the idea took my breath away. We made a baby. MIND=BLOWN.
These nifty hair buggers: I remember seeing these when they first came out and thought “how the heck do they work?” I’d been curious to try them, but unwilling to spend the $4 to find out I was disappointed or that they were a gimmick. So I waited and glanced longingly at them whenever I happened to pass down the hair aisle in Target. So it was just my luck when Ginger Snap bought a pair and said they didn’t work for her but that I was welcome to them if I wanted. I don’t think a day has gone by where I haven’t had them in my hair for some portion of time. They are pretty amazing. And anything that can hold up my mess of hair that drives me out of my ever-loving mind sometimes, without the use of hairclips that create kinks or a million bobby pins that pinch and pull is tops in my book.
Sending Mommy Dearest to a much needed, much deserved and long overdue massage: I hope she enjoyed the crap out of it. If anyone needed it, it was her and I was more than happy to do that for her. Love you mom!
Here’s a brief sampling of what’s made my life easier this week:
Cuppy- That’s just what Husband and I call it, but what should really be called is the pink, unbreakable, cup of ice cold amazingness. This baby is 20 oz of pure genius, plain and simple. I recently left the cup in the car, half full with ice water on a lengthy venture into Ikea on a triple digit August day. When I returned to the hot car two hours later, tired and parched, I took a hesitant sip from Cuppy, expecting a drink of warm water that would rival hot tub temperature but was pleasantly surprised by icy cold goodness. The double walledness of Cuppy keeps water at drinkable temperatures (read: ice cold) like a champ. He’s also very durable. I have dropped him in the parking garage no less than 5 times since I bought him and there’s not a chip or scratch to be seen. I’m thinking he’s made of Kryptonite. The best part about Cuppy? I got him for $12 at, where else, Target.
Maybelline Age Rewind Under Eye Eraser- I realize I don’t have much age to rewind, but (!) I didn’t buy it because it’s “age defying.” So there. I use this as all over concealer under my foundation. The concealer comes with its own applicator, a fuzzy round ball thing that evenly distributes the product to whatever it is you’re trying to conceal and gives it a feathered effect so it isn’t obvious you’re looking to hide things. For me lately it’s broken capillaries around my nose, and weird purplish red acne scar looking things that show up without the acne (thank god) but stick around making me look like these puppies:
It also dries powdery, unlike the tacky, sticky or greasy concealers that I’ve been using that seem to wear off and only exacerbate any acne problem I may have been trying to hide. It’s a vicious cycle yo.
Johnson & Johnson’s Bedtime Lotion- Yeah, I know it’s for babies; I’m just really into buying age inappropriate things.
No seriously, I used to use the body wash but since my skin is stretching and oh so itchy, I’ve switched to the lotion. This stuff smells so good, the good folks over at J&J actually sell an “adult” version, but it’s essentially a more chemical filled version of the baby stuff and it costs more money for less product. Clever little cows, aren’t they? I just buy the baby version and slather that stuff all over. The fragrance is just perfumey enough to want to put it all over, but won’t compete with perfume and at night, when I reapply before bed (SERIOUSLY ITCHY SKIN, guys) it’s calming and relaxing enough to put me right to sleep.
Side note: I used to use Palmer’s Cocoa Butter for stretch marks but that stuff reeks. Halfway through the day I felt like I smelled like a mix of corn chips and pot roast. Not so sexy when you’re pregnant, just sayin’.
Bridesmaids- Mom, Dad, don’t buy this movie, you won’t like it. You won’t find it as funny as the girls and I did, so you’re welcome to borrow it, but don’t ruin it for the rest of us mmkay?Can I just say that I want to be besties with Maya Rudolph and Kirsten Wiig? This movie has made me realize that they are my kind of people. Too much good stuff to list about this movie. Husband bought it on sale when it was released on Tuesday we watched it that night, and I will probably watch it again with the commentary on before the week is up. Seriously good stuff. But not for you mom and dad, trust me, you probably won’t like it as much as we did. It’ll be for you what Foul Play was for me. ....Crickets….
It’s amazing what hormones can do to a person. I always kinda thought “pregnancy brain” was a cop-out for basically being a smug pregnant person who can’t think beyond anything gestational-related.
For a reference please go YouTube “Pregnant Women are Smug” it’s hysterical, and a shining example of what I didn’t want to turn into when I became pregnant.
Now that I am six months into the crazy whirlwind that is being pregnant, I fully take back all judgment I previously had against pregnancy brain and for underestimating the effects of HCG on the human brain.
Several weeks ago (when, I can’t remember) I was deep in the throes of a work project (what, I can’t remember) when my cell phone rang and Big Sister’s face and name popped up on the screen. As I was currently too busy to chat, I let the call go to voicemail and decided I’d call back in a few minutes.
A short five minutes later, work crisis averted, I picked up my phone and dialed my voicemail to listen to Big Sister’s message.
Lost in the message, I began to ask all the pertinent questions you would ask and responses you would provide during a phone conversation.
I asked how her day was, and she responded with a story of Baby E giving her a bloody nose by poking her finger too hard up big sister’s nose.
I responded that we probably needed to put a stop to Baby E exploring our noses and teeth (things which she hadn’t yet discovered on her own face) due to the risk of injury.
I found it slightly weird when Big Sister repeated basically verbatim what I had just said, but figured she was just repeating me as an affirmation that she had heard me.
I asked if she was ok and how long the bleeding lasted, and Big Sister talked over me with a different story of what Baby E had done that day. I thought that was slightly rude, but Big Sister was on a roll talking so I sat back and listened.
At the next pause, I asked another benign question that escapes me now, but was pertinent at the time. Again, Big Sister steamrolled right over me and prattled on about something completely off topic to what it was I had asked about.
By now I was pretty miffed that she basically called just to talk over me and irritated of my assumed role of having to sit back and listen and not actively participate in the conversation.
Just as I was about to jump in and be snotty about not letting me talk, Big Sister said “Ok well, anyways I just called to see how you were, call me back when you can.”
I was dumfounded. What the hell just happened??
And then there it was. “Beeeeeep. You have no new messages.”
I had been talking to a voice mail.
Seriously, HCG is a bitch, man.
(Sidenote- must clean up mouth before baby comes…. ‘Bitch’ is going to have to stop being a post script to all of my statements at home :/)