Saturday, January 30, 2010

I feel like Miss America...oh wait...

...totally not as thin as them, especially in the mid-section. But, whatever--who's looking anyway?

So-it's's snowy....we're staying indoors (and I like it that way)....and I'm relaxing like no other and forgetting all the things on my to-do list.

I just saw an award I was given by a sweet friend, and also saw it was calling for 7 interesting things about me, and, well, I'm feeling kind of random tonight. So, guess what you're getting? Oh yes, an award post. The funny thing is, I was just telling someone tonight via email that I don't typically do the award posts because a lot of them are repeats (and although I'm extremely grateful) I try not to 'repeat' on the blog. Plus, I like to have time to, you know, actually write what I want to from time to time.

Tonight, though...this is what I'm doing.

Plus, it's called the Beautiful Blogger Award, and, well, what pregnant chick doesn't want to be called beautiful every once in a while?!

So...7 interesting things about me:

1. I absolutely dread going to the dentist. Like, my body hurts when driving there because I *fear* it. I think its painful to have my mouth open that long and being poked and prodded at. I am afraid of them finding cavities (which I seem prone too, but duh...I love candy), and I just HATE the awkwardness of the whole situation. I usually cancel each appointment about 2-4 times before I actually end up going...because I hate it that much.

2. If I don't have my cell phone with me or can't find it in my purse, I instantly panic. I don't really know why other then the fact that I obviously like to stay connected, and feel it's my life line if anything were to happen. We don't even have a home phone, so maybe I just put more importance on my cell? Who knows. Maybe it's because I can facebook, twitter, check email, play words with friends, and use my pregnancy apps all from that little gem.

3. I am an extreme worrier about one thing in particular: bad weather and my husband driving in it. I seriously have a problem with worrying about him when it snows and he's out. If we're together in the car, it's fine. I just wouldn't ever want anything bad to happen to him and I want him home safe with me when the weather is bad.

4. I'm obsessed with wedding shows and I've been married for 2.5 years. I watch "Say Yes to the Dress" and other random wedding shows I find. I still look back and think about my wedding day and think how awesome it was.

5. I like Target. A lot. I think that it's one of the best, catch-all stores there are. The clothing is so cute (and totally acceptable to buy and wear), they sell adorable shoes, accessories, home decor and even food. HELLO? Dollar SPOT. Love it.

6. It takes me a lot to work up the motivation to full-deep-clean my house. I wish it didn't but it totally does. Pregnant or not. I like it tidy, but it's not always "clean". However, random spurts of cleaning/organizing will come over me at times when I've finally "had it". For instance, the other night I was unloading the dishwasher, but somehow ended up on the floor for 30 minutes organizing tupperware by size/shape. Odd, I know.

7. I have a current love with the cereal Frosted Mini Wheats. I eat a bowl as a snack a few nights a week.

I just made myself hungry.

Happy Saturday!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Friday Bits...that somehow turned pregnancy related.

-Regardless of what anyone thinks of the name of this product...I'm already with the new Apple iPad. The moment it was "released" (not technically until March), I had an email in my inbox from Declan saying "Babe, we could share this and have it for the house!" We love our Apple products. That's for sure.

-I don't like grad school. I don't like taking two courses at once. I don't like the idea of papers due on a FRIDAY when we're all teachers who have had insane weeks. How about Sunday..!? Give us some weekend time for pete's sake. Yes. I'm complaining.

-I craved McDonalds fries again this week and gave into the craving. I'm writing it out here on the blog so you all can slap me on the wrist and tell me how bad they are, how they clog my arteries and how I'll be the size of a small country when this pregnancy is over. Go ahead. Do it. When the craving happens again, I'll need to think back and remember this. Hit me with your best shot. Fire away.

-This week a woman I teach with asked me about my weight gain...she then said that I could be starving my baby since I haven't gained "enough" weight. I laughed, considering the day before I ate McDonalds fries. Seriously? I promise to each and every one of you, my mother, my grandmother-whoever else....that I eat every time I'm hungry, and I will never, ever not eat something because I'm concerned about weight. I'm not dumb. Besides, I like to eat. [Oh she's 39, never had a baby-knows nothing about]

Also? It may help to add to the story that this woman secretly despises me because she once told me I'm "everything she's always wanted to be" (married young, good family, house, baby on the way...). On top of that, she's the one known for the time when the custodian (yes, custodian) told me I looked like I'd lost weight that it's "only because I was wearing black". HAHA. I still laugh about it. [Would it also help to know she's a larger woman herself? Like...almost 6 foot and quite possibly almost 300lbs. No joke. I swear, I swear, I swear.]

Ohhhh some people :)

-Lately, everyone is telling me I've popped. I love that term. It makes me giggle. I use the phrase, too--just saying. I think it's funny though.

-Yesterday, a teacher said to another teacher while right in front of me-"isn't she just the cutest little pregnant lady you've ever seen?" and it seriously made my day. I wasn't feeling so great, and just felt blah all over. It was just perfect timing for a sweet compliment.

-More and more of my co-workers are asking if they can touch my belly. It doesn't bother me at all, and they ASK more importantly. They are so sweet about it, and are the loving, nurturing, motherly type. It makes me feel like my little girl's getting all sorts of love already...and I kind of like that.

-On the other hand, two students have just stuck their hand out and said "I'M GONNA FEEL THE BABY" and like smooshed their hand on my belly before I could do a thing. They happen to be twin boys, in different classes. They are obsessed with pregnancy and it's kind of weird if you ask me. I gently removed their hand and told them they are not to touch me without asking. All of us teachers have come to the conclusion those kids will become the OB/GYN'S of the future. Nice.

-A complete random stranger (who found my Art Blog where I document my students work) sent me something in the mail! She emailed me a few weeks ago and said that the book, "Children are from Heaven" changed her view on parenting and how to nurture and love kids into becoming unique, creative individuals. She wanted to send it to me, and she did! How cool is that? [This book is by John Gray-the dude who wrote Men are From Mars, Women are from Venus...] I got it yesterday and am interested to crack it open sometime.

-Last but not least, my sister-in-love, Lyryn is hosting a cool giveaway for an Emery Lin Clutch handbag--they are amazing, and made by a friend of ours who has a store on Etsy. To enter, go ahead over to her blog to join in.

...and finally....I can say it....


Thursday, January 28, 2010

Thankful Thursdays

I'm thankful....

-that this week wasn't near as long as I thought it would be. Heck, its Thursday already!

-that I won a giveaway about 2 weeks ago on Kayla's blog....and although it was supposed to be a crock pot [that got sold out!], I was able to choose through lots of things on (thank you guys!). I settled on a re-chargeable little dust-Vac because, well, I don't have one! Plus, with kids...I WILL need one. Also? I was able to get a new garlic press, too--which was awesome since mine just broke a few weeks ago.

Check this bad boy out:

Isn't he cute in that green color? I just love it.

I'm thankful...

-that I'm learning more and more and more each day to trust God with the unanswered questions...and that I'm finding peace in that.

-for my awesome husband...he's such a hardworking, devoted and amazing man and I seriously can't get enough of him-I just adore him to pieces.

-for good deals...on anything. I'm thankful for clearance racks, discounted items, etc...because I think 99.9% of the time everything I buy is on sale (with the exception of food, I guess).

-for all the pregnant ladies out there right seems to be a ton, but that's an amazing thing! I love seeing all the new life that's coming, will be coming...and look forward to following lots of you on your mommy-journey's.

-that my little girl is being pretty nice to her mommy, keeping off of nerves, allowing me to sleep through the night, and being kind to my bladder particularly at night. When I'm standing upright-now, that's another story. But? I can totally deal with that.

-and I'm thankful that there's 100 days left until I'm 40 weeks!!

-for all of you beautiful ladies who make me smile daily with your witty comments, emails and posts. Love you!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

A candle, a book and a phone?

I've never been much of a bather. As in, a bath-taker.

You know, a random bath here and there.

But that's it.

But, with pregnancy--I've really found myself enjoying a warm* bath, more often then not-to you know, relax a little. My aching bod surely could use it after a long, hard days work teaching the future leaders of America.

It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.

So, lately-I'll run a little hot water (okay, warm'ish), and soak my lower half for, oh...20-30 minutes, trying to ease the stress on my lower back, or the pain of nerves that are being pinched by a certain little baby's position, or to just relax my feet or crampy legs.

It feels like a little slice of heaven.

Tonight, in 'de bath-I thought of a few things...

1. It's always important for me to light a candle. Why? I'm not quite sure. I think something about a candle signals to my always-bouncing-around mind that it's time to calm down. I'd have to say that a soothing scent helps too.

2. I need to bring in a good read of some sort. Lately, for me it's been my pregnancy book or my New Testament in a Year Bible. Both I always enjoy particularly in the tub. Sometimes, I don't even read at all-but I like to have them there as options.

3. Always have my phone**.

Whhhhattt you say?

Yes. Its absolutely necessary. I don't want to hear any "you'll get electrocuted" hogwash (although, I'm sure its true...but, I'm careffullll, I swearrr!).

I like to stay connected...and I like to catch up on facebook, twitter, words with friends and other fun things, too.

It's relaxing. To me, anyway.

Oh, and tonight I thought of reason number 39408 why it's good to have your cell phone with you in the bathroom while you're taking a bath:

When you get hugely pregnant, and getting your wet-self out of a tub seems impossible-you can always call your husband to come help. him.***

PS: For the record, bath's don't serve as the place for me to get clean-I still shower. I'm not that skilled to be able to wash my hair while being almost as big as the tub itself. Plus, I'm not sure how 'clean' I'd actually feel after that. But for the relaxing factor? Baths do the trick.

*I do not take scolding hot baths...I'm completely aware this can be dangerous, etc. Trust me, I know alllll the rules.

**Having your phone is also a benefit when you think of taking random photos while in the bathtub. Like pictured.

***For the record I did NOT call Declan to come help me out of the tub this evening. I swear. However, the thought did cross my mind that the day will probably come soon when I may need him, and I will have my cell phone there just in case he can't hear my pathetic call from the bathroom (hello, 3 story townhouse!). It's gotten progressively more difficult to get myself out as the weeks go on. This pregnancy thing is so glamorous, isn't it? :)

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Funny Kid Comment of the Day: The "how freaking cute" version.

Sometimes they say outrageous things.

Sometimes they say things that shock the living daylights out of me, in a not so good way. [Like that time 1st graders were singing, "We will, we will, FOCK you", and thought it was appropriate because they changed the usual "u" to an "o". Sigh. 1st Grade, people.]

Sometimes they say things that are ridiculously funny, and almost have me and my tub-o-belly on the floor rolling. [But I usually maintain composure.]

But, some Thursday, they had me and my hormones in a pile of moosh.

They were so cute.
So sweet.
So thoughtful.
Just plain adorable.
I could have eaten them up. [And thats not a pregnancy joke.]

And although I really do enjoy my job on most days... alot of the time the 'cuteness' of kids wears out real fast when you're with them

But this--this, got me.

Let me set the scene:

It was about 12:15 and my 2nd grade class came rolling in. I think that every week my belly is shocking them a bit, because, keeps-getting-bigger.

So one boy pipes up: Hey Mrs. B, when's your baby coming again?

Me: Probably about when my belly gets about out to here! [using my hand as an imaginary belly-size]

Student 1: Ohh I can't wait to teach her lots of new things!

[My heart is beginning to melt.]

Student 2:
Yea, like I want to teach her how to draw a football!

Student 3: I want to teach her to READ!

Student 4: She'll be such a good artist because she comes from your tummy and you're a great art teacher.

[Big old pile of slop on the floor by now...]

Some time goes by...we start class and begin to work on our projects.

Student 1 again: I think I'll teach her to sing.

Me: Are you good at singing, buddy?

Student 1: No. Actually I'm not. But...! I'm great at walking. How about I teach her that?


Seriously? Sweet, adorable, and even a twist of humor at the end.

I'm pretty sure that if I ever brought my little baby girl into school she'll be torn apart at the limbs, by the kids, all wanting a little piece of her, to, you know..."teach" her things.

On second thought, maybe we shouldn't visit :)

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Not Me! Monday! Oh dear Weekend.

Check out MckMama's blog to participate in the Not-Me-Fun and tell us all the things you absolutely did-not-do this week/weekend.

I most certainly did not lounge around all Friday evening with my sister, organizing the swap, and leaving my husband to the man cave and his video games all night. Not me.

I did not get really upset when I realized we had an uneven amount of people participating, which meant I had to take myself out of the swap. I was not reeeeally hoping to participate in my own swap, rather then just playing hostess.

I was not super stoked when a friend of mine decided to join in last minute, making it possible for ME to be a part of it, now. Hip, hip, hooray! Who will be my lucky partner? :) We shall see.

I definitely did not, then, on said Friday night, watch the LiveStreaming of Invisible Children in San Diego from my living room all the way down to the final hour [midnight] to see if they'd win the million dollars from Chase Bank.

They did not win the MILLION dollars (YES, why yes they did, actually!!), and I was not slightly envious that my little brother got to be there to experience all that excitement. I am not thrilled to no end for them and all the good they'll do with the money in the fight to end the longest running war in Africa.


I did not go to Babys-r-Us on Saturday with an experienced Mommy (my lovely sister-in-law) to finish up my registry. I did not need all of her expert help and was not super overwhelmed with all the little things I I did not feel like a loser in all things mommy. I also did not proclaim on multiple occassions, "Who the heck is gonna show me how to use all this stuff?!?" or, "I will never, ever figure out how to do this!".

Meanwhile, I did not have a little girl sitting on a certain nerve that makes my legs function properly. I was not in complete and utter pain, and was not a little annoyed as I hobbled about the store(s). [Yes, Target, too--did I forget to mention that?]

The pain did not stick around for the rest of the afternoon and when I got home I did not get on the ground and do various yoga poses to try to get her to move. I did not look like a fool.

I also did not end up in tears over said pain, and did not sit in the bathtub at 5pm on a Saturday night to try and get some relief. Who takes a bath at that time on a Saturday night anyway?


I did not regret (already) on multiple occassions this weekend that I am, indeed, taking two Masters courses at the SAME TIME while working full time, being pregnant and being pretty much exhausted all the time. I did not remind myself over.and.over.and.over that they only go until March 12th and that I can do it. I am not totally doubting myself.

After these courses I am not only ONE class away from having that degree and *cough* getting a raise at school. I do not have to remind myself of the future goals to keep on truckin'.


I did not lay around in the man cave with the mister yesterday afternoon under multiple fleece blankets, doing master's work, catching up on blog-reading, playing words-with-friends, catching up on twitter [come find me: katieballa], and also trying to watch Season 1 of Chuck.

I did not fail miserably at most of those things because I was doing them simultaneously.

I was not munching on dark chocolate raisinets last night and proceed to sit on one without realizing it. When I got up Declan did not say, "BABE! You have poop on your butt!!" We're much to classy for that kind of behavior.


I am not somewhat dreading that this week is a long one.


Happy Monday!

[Stay tuned tomorrow for a very *cute* Funny Kid Comment of the Day post.]

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Silent Sunday's: Simply Love Swap Update

Swap-partner information is coming shortly (in the next day or two!), so keep checking your email for instructions.

Have fun!

Love, love, love is in the air.

Declan and I, on my birthday last year (April 5th) at the park.

Friday, January 22, 2010

25 weeks--already? Bump updates...

How far along? 25 weeks (time flies...)

Total weight gain: At my appointment last Wednesday it was 4lbs total. I'm thinking I'm at the pound a week part (and I've been eating MUCH better), I'm gonna go ahead and say 5/6 or so. But, I haven't been on the scale.

Maternity clothes? Still dread most of the shirts. Loving the jeans as usual.

The bump.

I think I'm starting to make people second guess when I'm due. I'm not sure, I can't read their reactions--but when I say I'm due May 8th, they sort of get this look of panic. Am I huge?

25 weeks

Sleep: I sleep well for the most part. I start off on my right side for about half the night, and then switch over to my left when I realize how SORE my side is from sleeping in that position for too long. I also have to tuck a fleece blanket under my belly for support. So far, I'm not a fan of a body pillow. Also? I still get through the night without peeing.

Cravings: Hm. Well, umm...yesterday I craved (oh gosh, I'm gonna say it...) McDonalds Fries. So, after school, guess what my snack was? I felt like such a fatty, but also thought--heck...when else can you get away with this?! Honestly. So, it's alright. I tend to only crave good things like salad, oranges, this time can slide, right? Pretty please...

Best moment this week: Sitting in bed with my laptop, seeing my belly JUMP--then, I'll pull my shirt up and watch the show. It literally looks like she's putting on a dance routine in there, I love it. Also--last week reaching the point of viability and God forbid something happening, my little love could survive. That's kind of a breathe-easy feeling.

Movement: ALWAYS between the hours of 4pm-midnight. Why? Because I'm usually not moving around too much. When I'm at school, I'm too busy to notice--and also, I think all the noise of the kids, the walking I do, and hearing my chattery teacher voice all day puts her to sleep. :)

Gender: girl girl girl girl girl (can you tell I love writing it?!)

Labor Signs: No thanks! I'll take labor signs as early as 37-38 weeks, but not now. K, thanks.

Belly Button in or out? Declan made a comment recently that its popping out, and's totally not. I'll add a frontal picture this week, and lucky you-get to see me in all my wideness! Are you ready for the creepy frontal picture? (I find them odd...a bit...)

(gotta love the belly ring, I'm an example of "think about the future" when getting your navel pierced, haha.)

What I miss: Getting up out of bed easily because sadly, this is already slightly an issue.

Weekly Wisdom: Relax. God's timing is perfect, in all things.

Milestones: The point of viability, and working more on the nursery.

Favorite Moments: When my husband told me that he thinks pregnancy is sexy, because, uhh...I feel like a whale-but, it made me feel good.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Thankful Thursdays, hallelujah.

-Beyond thankful that it's Thursday. Because, this is like my Friday-sort of. No students tomorrow, just a half day to enter grades on the computer. Pure silence. Bliss.
[Okay, although this week was short--it was literally so exhausting too. I can't explain it-but, it was.]

-So thankful for a comfortable place to call home, despite my $100 spiked electric bill this past month (thank you, Christmas lights, and all the cooking for the Holidays...)

-I'm thankful that my brain can shut off for a few hours a week and I can watch American Idol with Declan and just laugh, scratch my head, or sit in awe at the "talent".

-I'm thankful I won an awesome giveaway on Kayla's blog this week. I got to have a $65 shopping spree on to mention, I'll get to host a giveaway in the near future. Stay tuned... (post swap---it's all too much to do it at once!)

-I'm thankful you all signed up for the swap. It's always lots of work doing the partnering and such, but I have an amazingly organized sister who helps me with it. Hallelujah. [Guess what we'll be doing this weekend...] Oh, and if you haven't-sign up ends tomorrow.

-I'm thankful that the nursery is coming together. Even despite my "I'm not sure if I can even make it home from work, I'm that tired" moment this afternoon...I came home, and started painting shelves for the baby room. Go figure.

-I'm thankful for my bed at night. You have no idea how thankful. Although, getting UP in the morning is always a task--I still love falling into bed at night.

-Oh, and Words with Friends. Still LOVE that app and am obsessed. Who knew a girl could love scrabble oh-so-much?

Happy Thur-thur-thurssssday!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I haven't had a lot of (yet), "I've gotta have this or I'm gonna die" moments yet with food while being "with child" (this term cracks me up, not sure why). Although, there was this one time--when I was 16 weeks pregnant or so, and someone was talking about an egg, cheese and sausage breakfast sandwich. I couldn't get the darn sandwich off my mind, and I wasn't going to be happy until I got it. I won't go into details, but, I did indeed get me a breakfast sandwich--and it

But, other then that--I just want certain foods in spurts.

Okay, okay--they could be technical "cravings", but let's just put it this way-I wouldn't commit any crimes to get to them. Capiche?

So, for my own personal record and for fun--here are some things I just couldn't get enough of.


4-8 weeks
-Mostly nothing sat well at this point or looked remotely "good" to me. I did, however, always find comfort (my entire pregnancy so far, actually) in having a toasted bagel with cream cheese a few times a week. This started the phase of picking at my food like a bird, and basically not eating too much. I do, however remember liking home-grown tomatoes, sliced up with salt and pepper on them.

-Drank lots and lots of water, like, basically that's all I wanted.

-Oh, and thus started the phase of eating lots of, gummi bears, sour patch kids, lemonheads, starbursts, etc (pretty much anything gummy, fruity, sour...and I hear this is a total GIRL thing, haha).

8-12 weeks
-Enter the "I feel so sick how about I barf 4-6 times a day" phase. I didn't eat much. I tried, but seeing it later just sucked, big time.

-Even though I hated it, I munched on crackers throughout the day (usually Ritz), and the thought of Ginger Ale made me sick, so I opted for flavored Seltzer Water instead.

-Plain water now made me want to spew my guts--so seltzer took it's place.

-Enter a bowl of cereal at night.

-Still eating candy, but feeling the 'effects' of it later. (okay, TMI--but, candy is the 2nd worse thing to throw up. Just sayin'.)

-Starting an obsession with fruits and vegetables like whoa. Cucumbers, carrots, celery (enter #1 worse thing to throw up) and then pineapple. Ohhh pineapple, how I loved thee.

-Lemonade, from Chick fil A.

12-16 weeks
-Shouldn't I feel better yet?? Nope, apparently not.

-Still eating fruits and veggies raw. Now adding green pepper to the mix. Odd, I never liked them before.

-Soft pretzels, the kind you pop in the microwave. Super Pretzel to be exact. I'd eat two for lunch everyday for a 2-week period.

-Hated Mexican food (when its normally my favorite!)

-Hated Panera for a while (when I normally love this, too!)

-Still loving a bagel with cream cheese.

-Subway. Ohhh, Subway I love you. But, please only put half the meat on my sub and double the veggies. (Seriously, you should see the looks they give me, still...!)

-A little bit of candy here and there....dying off a bit.

16 weeks to Present
-Need a cherry coke a day to survive. I don't even drink the whole thing, but just a few sips makes me "feel" energized. Although, I totally crash later.

-Subway, still.

-Oh ORANGES--we're obsessed with eachother.

-Water, water, water. It doesn't make me feel sick anymore! (Starting at week 19 or so)

-Bagel still makes me feel good.

-Smoothies made from home. I add yogurt, OJ, frozen fruits of choice, half banana and sometimes a little whipped cream on top. OH, heavens. I love them.

-Salad. Specifically a place where you can make your own salad (even though they technically tell you "no" due to bacteria...pshhh whatever).


See? Nothing too weird right? I've not been into chocolate whatsoever or the things you'd mainly categorize as "junk food" with the exception of my gummi candy phase. I don't like ice cream, only wanted Dairy queen once, and it wasn't that good. Only like pizza every ONCE in a while, but mainly prefer the crust. Oh, but I like Italian Ice at night as a snack...either lemon or strawberry flavored.

So, I'm normal. I think. I like to think I'm normal, anyway.

To be clear, I did eat more then those things on most occassions...promise.


Tell me your odd cravings...or maybe, not so odd....

Oh, and Happy Wednesday!
[and Happy Birthday to my mother-in-law, Kristin!]

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

A few things, and one big, important thing. **Updated with Haiti INFO!**

-Having Monday off is always lovely. However, feeling non-stop busy during that day isn't quite as fun. I prefer a laid back, no place to go type of day-but that's just me.

-I made a meal last night for a friend from church who had a baby 2 weeks ago. Her little girl melted my heart, and got me even more excited (seriously, even MORE?) for my little girls arrival. I just love the infant stage.

-The warmer weather around here (in the 40's) has seriously felt like spring to my warped mind. I went out without a jacket all day today, and even though I had a lot to do--I had a little bounce in my step. Fearfully, I'll admit, this winter is nowhere even close to over yet.

-I think we are done watching the Bachelor already. We spoiled it for ourselves...and if the spoilers are right (and they were last season), then we sort of want nothing to do with this season. I'll admit to probably fast forwarding through it at some point to catch the highlights. [Heck, I can't stay completely out of the loop.]

Now for the important thing.

My little, not-so-little brother works for Invisible Children as a Graphic Design Intern. So, right now he's living in California, in a house, with a bunch of other interns.

WELL---Chase Bank is giving away 1 million dollars to a charity that gets the highest amount of votes. Invisible Children is in 2nd place right now...and they have some amazing programs they'd love to see go in effect with the use of that money.

*UPDATE: Part of that money ($100k to be exact) is now going to HAITI!! Do your part with a simple vote!*

Would you do me a favor and watch the video below?

It's short and sweet and gives you a glimpse into the good they are doing for Africa and what they'd do with the money if they win. Also? It takes NO time to vote (via facebook)--so wait for the link at the end of the video.

If you can't view the video (b/c they've been having some issues), go here to vote: Vote Now!

Spread the word.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Your love never fails

*post written sunday night.

So, last week I was going through a lot of different emotions. I can mainly thank hormones (thank you hormones!) for intensifying the emotions. But, they were, and are, truly indeed real feelings. Most of which I've been struggling with has to do with things down the line that I simply cannot control. Just so you know, and aren't thinking I'm clinically insane or something (which, well, you never know, haha)-basically this has all been about "when the baby comes" talk and about me going back to teaching versus my innate desire to stay home. That's that, really--and all I care to discuss here for the time being.

But, with all that said, it's just been an internal battle and it's been manifesting in lots of tears (hi, again, hormones!). What I've realized this week thanks to wonderful people in my life is that I don't have to carry that burden alone, or put it all on my shoulders. I have a very loving God who wants me to lay my burdens down and let Him take them on for me. My life and the direction it goes, indeed is in His plans anyway-- right?

I like to pretend like I can handle it all on my own, but the reality is--that's why I hit those breaking points like I did this past week. I can't do it myself.

I've realized I try to control too many situations--its the natural teacher preparedness in me. It's not bad to be prepared, but this is a test of just how much I can trust and wait, and be patient. My mom always said to me growing up, "You know, God is a God of the last minute!"--and even though I hated when she said that, I found it true in so many things in my life. Finding a teaching job after college being a very prime example. It landed in my lap 3 weeks into the school year...when I had lost all hope. Last minute, indeed.

So last night I was taking a bath (my poor, achey back) and reading my devotional (you know, the one for "busy moms" ((I don't yet count, but still)), that has a 5 minute read of the New Testament in it)--

and guess what the verse for the day was?

January 16th:
"Come to me all of you who are weary and carry heavy burden, for I will give you rest."

Matthew 11:28

Like, umm...are you kidding me?!

Who rigged this book to match my life so perfectly?

In that moment, I felt peace.

I felt confirmation.

I felt that the timing was right.

I believed with all of me that HE knows the desires of my heart, and that they're pure.


Then at church this morning, we started singing a song that really spoke to me a few months ago when I was struggling with grief from the miscarriage. It has a very, very, very simple chorus line that says, "You make all things work together for my good", and "Your love never fails."

When I had lost what felt like all hope when our first baby didn't make it--I clung onto that bit of the song for weeeeeeks. I sang it over and over in my head. Tears streamed down my face when they would sing it in Church. But surely enough, His LOVE never fails and I'm so blessed to be carrying a healthy little girl, today.

This morning, as we sung that song-I clung to the words again with teary eyes.

I know He'll make all things work together for my good. Because? His love never fails.

I don't need to worry.


If you'd like to hear the song, I'm adding the video below. I love, love, love it and it's so catchy. It seriously lifts my spirits. Wait for the chorus's worth it.

Have a beautiful Monday!

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Silent Sunday's: How appropriate...

...that I would get this fortune in my cookie at PF Changs last night.

My "Love of Life", eh? :) Love it.

Friday, January 15, 2010

A letter to my past, present and future pregnant friends

I follow over 100 blogs as you know--and probably of those 100 at least 15-20 of you are newly pregnant, very pregnant, practically in labor, and even sadly, going through the loss of a baby [I so feel your pain...I soooo do, and my heart breaks with you].

I really love keeping up with your pregnancy journey, your bump pics, and your "I felt the baby kick!" posts. Seriously.

But one thing I've found for me is that pregnancy (so far) is just not glamorous. It's filled with lots and lots of barfing, getting to know all the toilets in your house all too well, falling asleep on the couch at 7pm, feeling like a rare breed of dog that could sniff out a fox from a million miles away, dying of disgust over the smell of dog food/old people*/and scented candles, feeling like you could faint all because of shower steam, major constipation to the point of childbirth pain, horrible heartburn**, stretchmarks in odd places, growing feet and feeling out of breath just by walking up the steps--- just to name a few.

I feel like I've been really honest about my accounts with the not-so-glamorous side of pregnancy and have tried to maintain a healthy balance of, "I really do love being pregnant!" (and so have you!). Because, its true. Although your body is going through so.much.crazyness in the making of a human--it is just plain amazing, too.

With that said, I find it oddly refreshing when my pregnant friends (on blogs and irl) talk about the reality of pregnancy, the crazy things their body is doing, the way their hair/skin changes, the weight gain, and all the un-glamorous things I mentioned above. [If you have none of these things...luuuccckkkyyyyy!]


Because it shows we aren't alone. It makes you and me feel human and less alien'ish (sometimes pregnancy is so awkward!), because other people are feeling the same things, going through the same things and living it with you.

"Am I carrying too big/small?"

"Why aren't I gaining enough weight?!"

"Gosh...the weight gain is so scary and mentally hard."

"I wanted to lay on the couch my entire first trimester, I felt that.sick."

"Omg...I'm craving Mcdonalds...."

"I puke.all.the.time. this cannot be normal or healthy."

All of these things plus a billion more go through most pregnant chicks minds. It has to. I don't consider myself to be that odd of a girl, and definitely a few of those are/were questions and concerns on my mind. [Especially if this your first time!]

What I'm telling you is that it helps. It helps to hear your helps to know you've been there, it brings comfort and relief when pregnancy can often bring anxiety and lots of questions.

So don't apologize when you have a whole post dedicated to your "oh em gee-I just puked and peed my pants at the same time" story (oh, wait, that was me), or your "I was up all night with severe constipation and hubby had to buy me everything on the shelf at the 24-7 walmart" story (oh. um. me again). whoops.

We are real.

are humans growing humans.

...and honestly?
If it's not done in a complacent way every time (sometimes, one has to complain just a little), then I just see it as people being real--sharing life together---and sharing experiences in this crazy, exciting, amazing and rewarding adventure we're on.

And if you know me, you know I'm all about that.

Blog on, pregnant on.

*For those of you who have flawless pregnancies with close to zero side effects...we totally envy you. This is absolutely, 100% not about you lucky folks. All I can do is write about my honest accounts of pregnancy, which happen to be full of symptoms and awkwardness (and also a mix of wonderful!)-and encourage those of you who are like me to do the same if you feel led.*


*I actually did not ever have a smell issue with old people. However, I read this on a pregnancy forum I'm on, and it made me laugh.

**Heartburn has not been an issue for me...yet.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Thankful Thursdays

-I'm thankful for hearing my growing, healthy little girl's heartbeat yesterday (145bpm) at the doctors office.

-I'm thankful that I gained a pound less then I thought I did. (4lb total now..if you were wondering)

-I'm thankful for lazy nights spent watching American Idol. Seriously. I love this show.

-I'm thankful for hosting a fun Mary Kay facial party this week, and for getting new products that make me feel natural and pretty.

-I'm thankful for oranges...the big, navel oranges. For without them, I would not fulfill my daily craving. However, I am not thankful for the belly ache that follows them.

-I'm thankful that it's Thursday, and that somehow this week flew by. I'm also thankful that I have MONDAY off, hallelujah.

-I'm thankful that the Swap has been successful so far and that so many people have blogged about it and told their friends. [Can I admit I'm slightly nervous too...ohhh the work that's involved! haha]

-I'm thankful for my lovely sister-in-love, who had a birthday yesterday (happy birthday kesh!)--she is a beautiful addition to our family, in fact, she sort of fits in flawlessly. Love her.

-I'm thankful for friends who will listen to me cry and complain on the phone when I'm having a really bad day, and thankful for all of you who understand.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I just can't shake it.

Most days I keep things light around here. Today, I just can't shake this feeling. I'm overwhelmed. Tired. No, exhausted. I have the hungover feeling but without the alcohol the night before. I can attribute that to all the blanket-over-my-face snotty crying/sobbing/screaming I did last night. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn't help it. You could say it was hormones. Yes, I agree--that was enhancing it. But my emotions? Those are so real.

There I sat, 6 months pregnant (almost)--just realizing for maybe the first REAL time that the desires of my heart are more then unlikely to come true for a while, in fact, they're impossible. I don't even want to go into details...there are no details to go into...but, all I can say is-what the freaking HECK was I thinking? I was being a dumb, naive girl. Life isn't fair. People aren't measured on the same scale...and people don't hand you what you need.

Sometimes life doesn't pan out the way you see it so beautifully in your head. When reality hits, it hits. Unfortunately for me, it was later rather then sooner.

Now, I need to get my watery eyes and puffy face together before I can teach the future leaders of tomorrow.

*I'm disabling comments because I don't want anyone to feel I'm fishing for compliments or feel they have to give "i'm sorry's". No one should be sorry but me for being naive and living in a pipe-dream. This is my place to write, I don't keep a handwritten journal--this is it. So, here's my sad, pathetic post of the month.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Bump Watch...Updates

How far along? 23 weeks 3 days

Total weight gain: We will "officially" see tomorrow at my OB appointment. I've been a bit overwhelmed about the thought of weight gain recently, and according to my scale over the last two weeks or so it looks like I've (finally) gained 5lbs. I know in the grand scheme of things that's really low and not much at all, but for some reason it's doing such a mind job on me. I also, do realize the baby is seriously growing-because, whoa baby belly. I also just "feel" more pregnant. So, 5lbs give or take I'd say.

Maternity clothes? Loving the maternity jeans as usual. Hating the dress pants, but, unfortunately I have to dress business casual as a teacher. Go figure! Still managing to hold onto my style thanks to some of my fun tips on dressing your bump for your bod. [Sporting a belt today, in fact.]

Picture from a few days ago...some major growing.


Sleep: I wake up sore and achey every single day...and I know this is going to just get worse so I'm trying to embrace it, in between the moans and groans my husband has to put up with, haha. Also, I've been getting lots of leg cramping--luckily not when I sleep, but, just in general. It's really annoying more then painful.

Cravings: Changes all the time...but, I've been eating so many navel oranges it's not even funny. Seriously, my stomach hates me from all the acidic-ness (if thats even a word), so I had to cut back. I'm back into lemonade again and salads. I still, as usual, love a toasted bagel with cream cheese. That has been my staple this entire pregnancy when nothing sounded good, a bagel always did.

Best moment this week: Feeling her for hours on end during the day. It makes me smile. Also, seeing Declan's reaction when he felt her kick for the first time. Ohhh--and yesterday, I saw my belly move from the outside as she was kicking! It was unreal. Which, then, led me to look up youtube videos of crazy baby movement, and omg--in the end, it looks so alien-like. I love it!

Movement: I'm guessing I answered that question.

Gender: A little girl.... and her closet that's filling up with clothes already can prove it.

Labor Signs: No no no...stay in there little girl, for at least 14-15 more weeks. Got it?

Belly Button in or out? It's still pretty normal.

What I miss: Can I admit to missing this and being scared to never see it again? Haha.

6 weeks

Weekly Wisdom: Embrace it all. The cramping, the heartburn (which I've not had much of!), the headaches, the belly rubbing, the growing bump, and those precious kicks.

Milestones: I'd say this difference of 10 weeks is a milestone in itself, eh? It proves there is a healthy little chica in there.


Favorite Moments: When Declan says goodbye in the morning and says, "I love you guys", and I can respond, "We love you too". Makes me melt. [And makes you throw up in your mouth a little...] Oh, and I find myself talking to her, too. At first, I felt weird about it--now, as casually as I'd talk to anyone else (but not out loud when others are around-I need to maintain my *sanity*), I'll feel her move in the morning for the first time and I'll say, "Good morning baby girl!" Although I may sound crazy, at least she's learning my voice, right? :)

*In all seriousness--I joke about a lot of things and make things fun and light when I can. I am indeed, enjoying this pregnancy. I feel privileged and in awe everyday at what my body is doing. It's seriously the coolest thing ever. Are there extremely awkward, uncomfortable and irritating moments? Yes--and there will be lots more. But, that doesn't take away from the fact of how much I do, indeed really love being pregnant.*

Monday, January 11, 2010

*Simply Love Swap*...join in!

Please be on the look-out for partner information to your email soon! THANKS!

Ladies...I am so excited to announce to you that I'll be hosting another swap here in honor of the day of L.O.V.E. (how appropriate for Mrs. Loves of Life, anyway, right?)--

Introducing the....

This swap is all about the little things us ladies *simply love* in our daily lives. Valentines Day reminds us of all the ones we love: spouses, children, parents, siblings, pets, etc---but why not our blogging bff's too? Let's let each other in on the 2-14 fun, too. Besides, getting a package filled with things you simply love the week of Valentines will tickle-you-silly and make you feel special beyond belief.

Here's how to join in:

1. Become a follower (this keeps tracking you down easier too!)

2. Sign your name on the Mr. Linky below

3. Fill out the form below, and submit it right away-deadline Jan. 22nd.

4. Invite friends…put it on your blog, sidebars, blog about it, whatever! The more the merrier, plus-its always good to meet new people outside of our normal ‘network’.

..made this real simple...grab the button!
Loves of Life

5. Wait for your partner swap info to come to your email. Then, get to know them via the blog, email, whatever. You’ll also get a little questionaire filled out by them, too. Aren't I accommodating? :)

6. Go shopping and put together a package with some odds-n-ends your swapmate “simply loves”. [Feel free to include something you simply love, too!] Please include a Valentines Day Card, because, who doesn't love a card?

*Limit yourself to $15, as we aren’t trying to bust-the-bank, here.*

7. Mail out your package by February 5th-this way we’re all feeling a little love before the big 2-14 comes.

8. Blog about what you received, thanking your swap-mate—and come back to this blog to show us what you got the week of February 15th. [I’ll send a reminder email, then…Lord knows we all can’t remember these things so far in advance!] PS: This part is fun, because you'll meet so many new blogger's too.

9. Have fun and spread the love!

*unfortunately this swap is only open to U.S. residents---so so sorry, and you know we love you.*


Saturday, January 9, 2010

Something really exciting...

...will be announced Monday, right here. Don't miss it. For realz.

I'll give you a hint.

It rhymes with mop, and fop, and cop. [Get it yet?]

Trust me, you will want to be a part of this.

I'm so so so so excited!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Can I "Come to Realize" too?

Jumping on the bandwagon.


Over here.

Yes, you heard me. I'm a sucker for things like this.

Here it goes:

I’ve come to realize that my job. . .exhausts me. Why didn't anyone tell me that teaching hundreds of kids would drain-you majorly? With that said, it still is "fun" at times and realize that I'm making a difference.

I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving. . .I don't pay a lot of attention. Did I just admit that out loud?

I’ve come to realize that I need. . .to accept that video games are in my life forever thanks to a husband who finds them all-so-enjoyable.

I’ve come to realize that I have lost. . .part of my memory...due to pregnancy. Seriously, I forget to call people back, forget to email them, forget thank-you notes, forget to make dinner (or just choose not too), and forget stupid little things constantly. I apologize if you've been the brunt of this, and I'm told it only gets worse when the kids actually come. Hah.

I’ve come to realize that I hate it when. . .my dog craps in his cage. It ticks me off beyond belief because he IS smart, and he IS trained--he is just spiteful beyond belief and has anxiety issues.

I’ve come to realize that money. . .disappears fast on things that are necessary. Mortgage, electric, school bills, groceries, etc. Being an adult is not all its cracked up to be.

I’ve come to realize that certain people. . .will never, ever change unless God does a work on them. People can't change people. God, can.

I’ve come to realize that I’ll always. . .hate putting away laundry and it will sit for weeks and weeks in *clean* piles, because, I suck like that.

I’ve come to realize that my sibling(s). . .are really amazing people that I so much enjoy hanging out with.

I’ve come to realize that my mom. . .is pretty awesome. She's done such a good job with all of us kids, and I'm sure once I have the baby I'll learn that I owe her lots and lots of thank-you's for what she did and gave up for her children.

I’ve come to realize that my cell phone. . .is my life line. Literally, I'm pretty much accessible at all times because it's glued to me. I can also do anything on it. Thank you, iPhone, I love you.

I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning. . .that I have a lot more days of waking up sore and uncomfortable.

I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep. . . Declan fell asleep before me for the first time in a looooooooong time. I was too busy playing Words with Friends on my phone.

I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking. . .how annoyed I am that my nose is stuffy.

I’ve come to realize that my dad. . .makes an amazing grandfather.

I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook. . .not too much new has happened since I check it so often with the convenience of my phone, yet again.

I’ve come to realize that today. . .really needed to just get here. The weekend took ages to arrive.

I’ve come to realize that tonight. . .was a nice night to relax with Declan, after seeing "Leap Year" (ohhh GO SEE IT! I loved it! Also--the main guy is named Declan, how cool is that?), and eating Subway (love me some Subway).

I’ve come to realize that tomorrow. . .is Saturday and Declan has to work overtime. I hate the pre-Christmas and post-Christmas rush at work for him.

I’ve come to realize that I really want to . . .keep my house clean at all times, yet, really can't find the motivation to do so.

I’ve come to realize that life. . .has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Last night, I found myself trapped in old Facebook-picture-land, and seems like just yesterday Declan and I were babies (newly-engaged at the ripe age of 19 and 20), in love, dreaming about the thought of finally being married and having babies. Now, we're here.

summer of '06 and newly engaged

I’ve come to realize that this weekend. . .will fly by, as they always (sadly) do.

I’ve come to realize that my friends. . .are few, but as I always say--quality over quantity.

I’ve come to realize that this year. . .will make me a mommy. As scary as that is, it's exciting as heck, too.

I’ve come to realize that my husband. . .will make the most incredible dad, and I can't wait to see his heart melt when he meets our babe for the first time.

I’ve come to realize that maybe I should. . . .read my Bible more consistently, so thanks to the New-Testament in a year, it's been working out for me so far.

I’ve come to realize that I love. . .being home and off work or free of 'obligations'. There is something so nice about freedom and a flexible schedule, none of which I have during a normal work-week.

I’ve come to realize that I don’t understand. . .why bad things happen to good people, and I promise you--I will be having a chat with Jesus about all this one day. I have lots of questions.

I’ve come to realize my past. . .is just that-my past. I'm not a past-dweller, or a future-dweller at all actually, I'm definitely more of an 'in-the-present' chick.

I’ve come to realize that parties. . .are just not for me more then a few times a year. I'd rather get together with a few friends here and there, have dinner together, play games, etc. I'm not a party girl.

I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified. . .of losing my husband suddenly. I need him.

I’ve come to realize that my life. . .can change in an instant, and my plans are not my own.

Friday Bits

-The longest week ever is coming to an end. Hallelujah. (Does this make it sound like I'm wishing my life away?? What can I say...I live for weekends. Ahhh.)

-Declan had a really nice birthday yesterday, despite being at work, despite having an important meeting. We had a fun dinner out, enjoyed eachothers company as always, and cozied on the couch and watched dvr'ed episodes of Ace of Cakes.

-We got enough snow through the night to make the morning commute a bit messy...therefore, 2 hour delay. I won't lie...I was actually hoping for a day off, simply for the fact that Declan has off today for his birthday (the company gives you a paid day off for your birthday, so he took it today). It was really, really hard leaving him to go to school. He picked up Mac and said, "mommy don't go". Dang it-if I didnt have to save those days for maternity leave I'd

-I got a car! I got a car!! It was only last week that I posted about starting a search, and literally an amazing deal got plopped in our laps. It was too hard to pass up, and now I'm funky Ford-Escape-Free, and cruising in my cute mommy mobile.

[obviously not my picture...but we haven't taken one yet!]
It's a subaru b-9 tribeca and I love it.

I feel so safe, and great in it-and that's what matters. My little girl won't have to ride in the clunk-mobile! hooray :)

-I'm really debating whether or not I should go see Avatar. Declan has seen it once, and loves it. He wants to see it with me, but I'm not really typically 'into' those types of movies. What do you think? Will I like it? Help...! To me, there is nothing worse then being trapped so to speak in a theater with a long movie you don't enjoy.

-Last night, Declan told me at dinner that it was the first time it was really obvious to him I'm pregnant. I know this sounds weird, but, I get what he's saying. I'm looking more and more pregnant these days and less, "Hmm..what is that?". He said, "It makes me proud" and then proceeded to tell me how gorgeous I am while pregnant. I believe I cried a little, but then ruined the moment by saying, "oh just wait till I can't fit in the booth anymore!". Because, trust me...I know I have plenty of time to turn into a house. But, nevertheless, I so love my man.

-Oh yea--and big news on the baby front..! Declan felt her kick on Monday night for the first time. I had only felt her from the outside earlier that day. You should have seen his face--it will seriously linger with me forever. He was thrilled, so was I. He goes, "Aww...she's so little!"

Am I making anyone want to throw up yet?

On that note...Happy FRIDAY (yesssss!)!!

Thursday, January 7, 2010


I'm not a big fan of birthday be honest. But, this one...I just cannot avoid, simply because, I don't want to. In fact, this person is the most important person in my life, and I can't fathom the thought of not writing about him on his birthday. What a perfect opportunity to gush about the best thing that ever happened to me, like, for real?! So, with that said, if no one reads a darn thing--I could care less. All I want to know is that at the end of the day, my sweet hubby read it, because that's what matters today.

I struggle with how to write this, because words are just that...words. They don't really do the best job always of explaining my feelings, but I'll try...and, I mean them, with

Declan is the absolute, 100% best thing that has ever stepped foot in my life. Without him, it's kind of scary to think who or what I'd be. He's been my other half since I was 17, and I truly am a better person because of him. He makes me think, and challenges me in the most gentle, loving way, ever. He hugs and kisses me every time he comes into the house and takes genuine interest in my day. On our weekends, breaks and holidays...we want to be together. I love that about him...he accepts and loves me as his best friend, not just as a 'wife'. He enjoys my company, and I so.very.much love his. I have a hard time letting him go...even if it's just down to the basement to watch a football game. I love him by my side. He gives me so much comfort, especially when I'm feeling sad for no reason, or just plain hormonal. He loves me when I'm puking my guts out, complaining about how bad my back hurts, or snissing (sneeze/pissing) on his foot (hehe). He thanks me for carrying our baby, and brags to other people about how good I'm handling being pregnant. He'll run to the pharmacy for me and buy everything on the shelf when I'm up sick and feeling like I could die in the middle of the night. He does the laundry for me, for heavens sake...and even offers to do the dishes right after he gets home from a mentally exhausting day at work.

He will be the worlds greatest dad, I already know it. It's in him. His character. He has a soft, gentle spirit that I so much admire and love. He's the "let's talk and figure this out" one, and I'm the "let's shove it under the rug and move on" one. He's an amazing communicator, and many men I know tend to suck at communicating. Seriously...I'm so blessed.

I love that we laugh together, and make the most ridiculous, stupid, sometimes perverted jokes that only we get. I love that we have our own lingo. I love that I never, once, have felt fat or ugly in his presence. He makes me feel like a gem, at all times. I kid you not. I am free to be me at all times.

So, today....although I suck at having birthday cards ready and balloons sent to work (oh my gosh, did you know those things cost like 80 bucks? What a rip off.), and I stink at even planning halfway decent birthday evenings.....Happy Birthday, my love. You are better then a million sour patch kids (and as you know, I love me some spk's).


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Wish-it-didn't Wednesday

No, this is not a new blog carnival or anything like that. I just couldn't pin-point how to put all these thoughts into one post. So this is my attempt.


I wish that Motherhood Maternity didn't leave me a voicemail yesterday directly from the store I've shopped at multiple times. The voicemail was a 'courtesy' call to remind me that my due date is approaching (February 14th) and that I better "hurry" to get my nursing bra's because they're on sale [yea, some courtesy]. First of all. OUCH. Second of all. JERKS. I have updated my information and they KNOW my due date is May 8th now. Thanks for rudely reminding me I'd be due next month had that pregnancy been successful. Ugh.

I really wish the holidays didn't have to go so fast. I thoroughly enjoyed my time at home and it is SO hard to get back into the groove of working again.

I really wish that my (semi-sick) puppy didn't have to go in his cage two seconds before I got home from work yesterday.

I really also wish I didn't have such a strong gag reflex since the whole pregnancy thing.

I wish that it didn't set me off, having me standing at the sink, spewing my guts.

I wish I didn't have that thing I told you about, you know...where I tend to pee when I'm getting sick.

I wish I wasn't in my new maternity dress pants that I so much adore. [an $8 steal!]

I wish then I didn't have to waddle to the master bath, shower, and be in my PJ's with wet hair by 4:24pm. [Okay, I kind of LOVED being in my PJ's at 4:24pm...can't lie.]

I wish I didn't admit that all to the internet.

I wish Declan's birthday didn't fall on a Thursday (tomorrow). It's so not fun to work on your birthday and is the official "you're totally getting old" sign. Which, well, he's not. We're so young, but still.

I wish it didn't snow at all this morning. I think the rule of snow should be if it isn't enough to at LEAST get us a 2 hour delay, then stay the heck away.

Happy Hump-Day!

Nursery Sneak Peek: Part 2

This nursery sneak peek is to give you a little idea and taste of colors, placement of furniture (which I'm loving...oh Pottery Barn, you rock), and so on.

So, here you have the cozy tree corner. Our glider chair was a recent Christmas gift from my parents, aren't they the best? That chair is from Babys r Us and is the most comfortable thing, EVER. It better be, since I'll probably be spending countless nights there.

ps: notice how pink squeezed into the room?

Declan and I searched high and low for a stuffed owl we really liked, and guess what I got as one of my Christmas gifts? He's so sweet. Both the owl, and Declan.

Oh, and are you loving the shelf with the baskets and liners as much as me? Probably not b/c you aren't nursery-obsessed like moi, but...

We went for an every-other pattern for the liners with gingham and polka dots to keep it fun.

[The green fabric on top is completely temporary...just an old piece I had laying around.]
[Curtains were already there, and will be changed.]
Now for some projects....

I found 6 of these old light green frames at GoodWill a longggg time ago, they look like the frame on the left. I'm working on painting them up to match the room (for example, like the one on the right with polka dots), and we'll be doing a fun little collage wall using the wooden words also pictured. They will be painted, too-since, stark white isn't exactly in our color scheme.

...and just because, these are some of my favorite receiving blankets thus far. Love Target.

There you have it...more of the baby abode.