Every season when the Bachelor or Bachelorette ends, I am disappointed beyond belief in the persons choice or the fact that they don't all just STAY IN LOVE. With the exception of a FEW couples. Then, I huff and puff and whine about how I will never, ever, ever watch one of those stupid, awful shows again. But every season it lures me back in, and I am ashamed. So ashamed. Why do I do this to myself? I have no idea.
95% of the time I don't even think about dinner or what to make for dinner until about 4pm that day. I swear, I am physically incapable of meal planning. I practically twitch in the grocery store, I hate grocery shopping that much. I cannot stick to lists. I hate making lists. Basically, I am not good at such things. I totally fail in this department. Always.
I am so not a morning person. I am very slow and very...quiet...in the morning, for a while, anyway. I have been bringing up to our room a cup of milk (for her) & a cup of coffee (for moi) at the first sign of Emeline waking up these days. It started while I was super sick pregnant and the tradition has continued. We lay in bed sipping our preferred drink of choice watching cartoons. Lazy say what? I like it.
I use apps/games on my iPhone to pacify my toddler while she's fa-reaking out in a store, or on the edge of naptime and bordering on falling asleep in the car, or if I've heard her scream for the "b-b-baaarnnnn" app too many times and I just want her to stop. It is really quite ridiculous that she can navigate a phone so well, cruising between apps and really playing them. (Pssst: have you signed up for AppSmitten yet? You need to!)
I purposely wear the lightest clothes I can when I go to OB appointments. Why? Because they put you on a scale fully clothed and with a full bladder, so of course, I don't want to add any unnecessary poundage. It's stupid, really.
I also always, accidentally, forget to 'hold my pee' so I can do the whole pee in a cup thing and tell them every time how sorry I am that I forgot again. They always tell me to just try to squeeze out a little (it's okay, you can laugh), and somehow I can always manage that, no matter how empty my bladder feels, oddly enough.
Sneezing while pregnant. NOT COOL. That is all.
I hate finances and dealing with them. Thankfully, my husband is obsessed with financial stuff, budgeting, online banking, and all that money related ish that makes me quiver inside. Handing over that area of our life to my him fully was the best decision I ever made. Of course I have access to everything, and check up from time to time, but I'd really rather not. I've never been that great with numbers, and he's the finance director for our Church, so really? It's much more his thing than mine anyway.
I let my dog go out of date with shots and I feel awful when this happens. Every.time. The only way I knew he was out of date on shots? I called the groomer because the poor guy can't see anymore with all that hair in his eyes, and they told me we needed an updated rabies vaccine. He was due for one in....NOVEMBER. Fail. Fail. Fail. So I had to hang up with them and call the vet, to which I was informed he was due for a lot more than that. Poor pup. We will remedy all this on Thursday afternoon, and the groomer will have to wait 'til next week.
I am suddenly back on a bit of a candy kick again this week. Starbursts, mentos fruit chews, gummy, sour chewy candy, oh my. It needs to stop.
Also. My thighs are growing. I can tell. It's gross. I blame the candy.
What are you confessing today?