Sunday's feel like a really good day to confess stuff. So that's where my brain is going with this. Follow along...or...hmm...don't. That may be a bad idea.
I let my cravings get the best of me last night (stop rolling your eyes). I wanted Subway, we ate Subway. I wanted a Sonic Grape Slush, I got a grape slush. I came home, and promptly got sick. Like, you-don't-wanna-hear-details-sick. Trust me. It was awful. I feel like I lose all sense of sanity when pregnant in regards to food choices when growing a human. Granted, I don't eat 'much' as far as quantity, but bad choices? Yea. It sucks and kinda makes me feel all out of control. I no likey.
I'm not convinced that last night still wasn't affecting me this morning. As there were three-more-episodes bright and early this morning. A sobbing-hysterical-me (I am not happy when sick, mmk?), a toddler throwing honey nut chex all over our bedroom floor, and a husband trying to shower/get ready for Church. It was quite a scene around here. I tried to shower, but had to get out I felt so queasy & nauseous. I never ended up leaving my bed this morning. In fact, I might still be wearing the robe I threw on & donning the most ridiculous head of never-did-yo'-hair you ever did see.
I'm bummed and guilt ridden. My friend Jess & I have been trying to meet face to face (I already 'know' her well, if you ask me;) ) for a few months now. The last time we tried to get together, her whole family got the stomach virus. Today, we were were supposed to meet, and I was sick as a dog, not sure if I had the stomach virus. So we postponed again. I hate postponing plans multiple times because I'm always afraid it sends the wrong message of, I'm just making excuses. Which I'm so not. But you know. That's how it feels and I hate to be that person.
Part of my sadness may be due to the fact that I had the best outfit picked out to wear and was so excited about it. A bit shallow? Perhaps. But it feels good to, uh, feel good when pregnant. And bright red denim may have just done the trick.
I'm kind of hoping that my husband has thought about Valentines day plans for us and praying that I don't have to bug him about it. I mean, that takes away the fun in it, and typically he's really good with these things. But yea, I admit that I'm a little worried he may forget just how close Valentines Day is. TWO DAYS AWAY. If you didn't know.
I secretly like (and envy) that children outgrow their clothes basically every season. I mean, they get to wear the cutest new fashions because they have a LEGIT excuse that their clothes don't fit from last spring. You know? And also? As a mom, I do love the excuse that well, I have to buy her more stuff because nothing fits. It is so fun to shop for her. The other night I did a late night Old Navy trip by myself and seriously, had zero desire to even look for myself, because it was all about her. And I love that I can still pick out all her clothes and she could care less about what I buy. Also? Old Navy's stuff? Freaking cute. The colors. The florals. The colored denim skinnies. I need Spring to hurry up and get here so my kid can prance around in these adorable clothes, mmk?
I am secretly glad that no one came to see my house this weekend. Granted, it snowed, which doesn't make for good house-shopping weather. But, being sick and laying in bed like a lazy blob and then getting that panic phonecall that someone will be there in 2 hours wouldn't exactly make me happy at this moment.
I still haven't updated on Emeline. Taken my camera out. Or taken any decent pictures of her this month at all. Aw heck, now that I'm thinking about it, I forgot to have my husband take 15 week bump pictures too. Seriously, I am just an all around suck lately. My children's lives are already poorly documented. I fail.
Anything to confess?