Obligations

I really don't like the feeling of having to invite someone to a shower, wedding, party, etc., out of obligation. I guess I'm experiencing this in terms of my upcoming baby shower. There are certain people who frankly, will never hold Samuel, I don't want them holding Samuel, and probably don't even know I'm naming him Samuel, yet I feel obligated to invite them to my shower. It's such a weird feeling because on one hand, I don't want to offend people, but on the other, why be fake and invite someone who could care less that they are even at the event? Inviting them would be easier I suppose, because the only repercussions I would hear about was that they didn't get vanilla cake, but instead ice cream cake, as opposed to backlash I would hear or feel for years... ugh decisions, decisions..

What is the hue of hormones?

Three instances stand out to me as far as being hormonal throughout the pregnancy. I don't know if I'm just not suppressing the things that come out of my mouth, or if because I'm pregnant I think I'm invincible and my words won't sound as stinging. Either way, I've been on the verge of crazy, so of course I have to share....

Exhibit A: I had a doctor's appointment and wanted to eat at Panera. I was by myself, and for some reason the smell of the bread bowls cooking and the bagels baking is something I can handle solo. Maybe panera in another language means solitude? Anyways, as I'm enjoying my quiet lunch, the women next to me were talking about very inappropriate things. Now, I'm sure if I were with my girlfriends, our conversation would possibly lead to such things, but c'mon people Samuel doesn't have earmuffs in the womb. So all of a sudden woman # 1 says to # 2, "Thank you so much for meeting me here, I can't imagine eating by myself." The nerve! Did this broad know I was in earshot? Of course! Did she know my hearing is extra sensory Superwomanlike due to baby? Most likely no because my belly was neatly tucked into the folds of my bursting Forever 21 coat. Feeling remorse, # 1 said to # 2, "Do you think she heard me?" This is the point I wish I could have frozen, like sometimes in movies when they are deciding on something important, they freeze and tell you what both sides of a possible outcome could be. I decided the best thing was to stand up for myself, heck, for all people who eat by themselves. I walked over to #1 and #2 and said, "I'm sorry if you think I'm weird because I just ate by myself!" I gave her my deepest glare I could as Samuel (or my soup) was doing flips in my stomach. I received some pretty nasty stares from onlookers, but hey people, I had to speak my mind.

That's all for this post... I don't want you to get the wrong impression :)

Too busy to blog?

Is this the first step in preparing for parenthood? Giving up things that aren't uber important and necessary (blogging)? I haven't posted anything for nearly 2 months; that's craziness! As my stomach is growing, my thoughts are increasing at a rapid pace too. What will Samuel be like? Will he have Josh's patience? My randomness? A little mix of both? As we are going through the pregnancy, what is so important is that he is healthy. We had a scare with choroid plexus cysts, but thank you God, they were nothing to fear. Whew! I really admire people and look at them in a new way if they know their babies have a health defeat, or genetic abnormality in advance. How do they remain strong throughout the pregnancy? Amnio was discussed, but Josh and I decided against it, as there is a heightened risk for losing the baby, and we didn't want to risk anything with our Samuel! I know God will never give you more than you can handle, but going to the hospital to meet with a genetic counselor was more emotional than I thought. We are so blessed that he is okay :)

Cheese 1/2 Ink a Baby

That cheese (she's)? is me, I'm having a baby! What a ridic way to tell everyone on fb. I couldn't be boring snoring and just post, "I'm pregnant," people expect more from me, and I get that. So it is true though, Josh and I are going to parents. Wow, craziness! I'm sure my next few posts will be about pregnancy, who am I kidding, probably all of them, however, I will try to make them as entertaining as possible. Here are a few things that have happened so far, and why I pray to God this baby comes out (ugh can't even think about delievery yet) in one piece.

-One morning I walked into the bathroom, and for some reason, I thought I saw something in the toliet that resembled what a baby would look like at 6 weeks. I hadn't gone to the bathroom yet, and I freaked out yelling to Josh,"What is THAT? What is in the TOLIET?" Again, I had not used the toliet, but my brain wasn't telling me that whatever was in the toliet could not be from me, I didn't get it. He said,"Oh that's my contact, I must have missed the garbage." Ugh disposable contacts and a bball shot like Shaq, make for one distressed prego in the A.M.

-Banana peppers sounded phenominal one day, so I started placing them neatly on my salad. In no time, I was a scavenger, eating two at a time, four at at time, until eventually the whole jar was gone. Talk about disgusting. Baby and digestive system were not feeling that decision a few hours later.

-My Glee dreams are continuing, but they also have included, llamas, EatN'Park, and coffins. A weird mixture of things, and I literally wake up sweating and almost in tears due to the content. I'll leave it at that for dreams.

We are beyond excited for this next chapter! Not sure about Bella, our number one dog baby, especially since the baby's due date is on her birthday. I promise her everyday she will not be neglected. I am giving her extra treats lately too. Oh no, I'm basically bribing my dog with treats, which is probably parenting mistake 101....

This is Why I'm Random

This is the first of a few segments of why I'm random.... I don't know if other people have random quirks they do, and maybe just aren't as open as I am about them. I'm not embarassed by them, because they make me, me. These are for your reading enjoyment:

1. I definitely use specific silverware and coffee mugs because I think food/drink tastes better with the use of certain things. If I were to eat with one of my boring forks, food would NOT be as tasty as using the intricately designed ones. My yellow Pottery Barn mugs make coffee out of this world. Think Starbucks, with a Dunkin like after taste.

2. When I was ten I told my mom I had something in my eye that was bothering me. It was a popcorn kernel, but I wasn't eating popcorn at the time.

3. I have straightened only the front of my hair and bangs for my license picture, because go figure, I was running late. The back was a knotted mix of morning hair and tangles.

4. When I work out, I dry out my sweaty sports bras and rewear them a few days later. It's such a waste to wash something just from having water on it once.

5. I do not own dress socks, so I usually wear Josh's gold toes. I freak out when I enter someone's house I'm not really familiar with, because I know at least one person will notice the gold on my sock toe and wonder if I know I'm wearing men's socks.

6. I once met a homeless man in Pittsburgh, and somehow talked him into giving me ten dollars, and talking him into finishing his half full bottle of vodka (at least I didn't say half empty, see I'm an optimist).

7. Even though I'm a teacher, you will not find one functioning pen on my desk. Most of the time I write in Sharpie.

8. I'm ending on an even number, because I really like even numbers. The only time odd numbers are acceptable is if I'm buying apples, lemons, or some other type of fruit, or if I'm setting my alarm clock in increments of five.

Edition 2 is soon to follow...... am I crazy or what?!