Pity Party

I am

sick of being pregnant
tired of being so emotional
tired of having the worst luck ever
wanting to buy cute cloths that doesn't have the word "maternity" sown into the tag
tired of being pregnant (wait, have i already said that?)
feeling stupid for having a pity party in the first place
wishing i could find a FREAKIN PEDIATRICIAN
and
really wanting a sour apple martini right about now


*sigh*
Its been one of those days

Kudos

This past Saturday I had my last baby shower. I knew it was going to be a good shower... well just because of the people planning it. But I had no clue how much work these girls put into this shower! To your left you will see the 5 amazing ladies that hosted the shower.

I want to give special Kudos to Hayley... who came up with the wonderful idea of having all the guests decorate white onesies for baby Zachariah. It was a hit! Everyone had so much fun.

Anyway, here are a few pictures from the shower:

The food was sooo yummy

Onesie painting station...

The painting of the onesies

and a few finished onesies

So thanks to my wonderful hostesses. You girls did an amazing job. And thanks for sending us home with over 20 decorated onesies! :)

Needle Anyone?

I am the most indecisive person you will ever meet. When trying to figure out what to eat for dinner Daniel has to stand in the kitchen and go through the freezer, fridge, and pantry telling me the options. Then I ask him what he wants, and he narrows the choices down for me, and then I might pick something to eat. Its a freakin 15-20 min. process here people.

Anyway. I have wanted a tatoo for the longest time. I just havent been able to figure out what to get or where to put it. I also have this new found obsession for nose rings. So... here are my two options.

1) The Tattoo: I don't want anything too big and I would like something that could be covered up if need be. I also don't want it anywhere that would stretch when I gain weight or get pregnant. So here are my two thoughts. Option A: Get a smallish tattoo of my wedding flower (Calla Lilies) on my shoulder blade. Option B: Get a toe ring tattoo that says "Zac".

The iffy's? I am not sure how good a tattoo would look on the shoulder blade. My luck it would end up looking idiotic. I just haven't seen enough of them to be confident. My iffy's on the toe ring? From everything I have read it hurts like heck. One woman said that it hurt worse than childbirth and gallstones. I am wanting more than just one kid. So if I end up having more kids I am in a bind... "Yeah, Zac is tattooed on my toe, but the pain was too horrible, so you two kids are out of luck."

2) The Nose Ring: I have my ears pierced... but that's about it. I used to want my belly button pierced, but thank God that was just a rebellion thing when I was in high school. Once my parents said they would rip it out if I got one I got out of that phase quickly. So I haven't really had the urge to get anything else pierced. But now for some reason I am LOVING the nose ring. Not a barbell or anything, but a cute little stud. I think they are so adorable. So now I am kind of wanting one of those.

The iffy's? I don't do pain. And it seems like it would hurt.


Now is where you come in. If anyone has a tattoo or nose ring or knows someone, or if you just have an opinion on which one you think I could handle more, that would be great. Give me the pros and cons.

Now this is not a time sensitive matter. I am not going to get either of these done before I have the baby, and I probably wont be able to afford either one for another 75 year or so... but I had some free time on my hands today and decided to ponder the issue.

Whatcha think?

Everyone needs a good cry

During just about every meal that Daniel and I eat together, we watch a movie or TV show. We very rarely eat at the kitchen table- its always in the living room in front of the TV. So last night we were going through our regular process of picking out a movie to watch and we had narrowed it down to 3 movies. Spaceballs, Forrest Gump, and I think the other one was Toy Story. But I am not sure. Anyway, I was kindof in the mood for Forrest Gump and I hadn't seen it in forever- so we went with it. Well I don't know if my memory is just THAT horrible, or if out of all the times I have watched that movie I just missed it- but I did not remember the ending. I am talking about I had no recollection of the time he finds out he has a son to the very end. So needless to say I BALLED my little eyes out. I mean, I cried from the graveyard scene until about 15 min. after it was over. It was ridiculous.

ANYWAY. All that to say- is it actually possible that I have never seen the whole movie, or am I just suffering from some type of memory loss?

Nothing to blog about

I went to the Dr. today. Let me start off by saying I was in and out in a little less than 30 min. So in and of itself, that qualifies as a wonderful Dr. appointment. The discouraging part is that I had to get on the scale... and I think I gained 4 pounds in two weeks. I am hoping I just forgot what the scale said last time... but I doubt it. Anyway, the cool part is that I had some contractions while the midwife was checking the baby's heartbeat and stuff. Now I cant feel them, therefore I have no clue when I am having them, but she said I had a couple... so I am assuming she knows what she is talking about.

6 weeks to go. I really just want this baby to hurry up and come on out- if for no other reason so that I can actually have something worthwhile to blog about.

Again? Really?

You would think that with only 7 weeks left in my pregnancy I wouldnt have to blog about this anymore.

But I think I am going to puke.

Mixed feelings

As everyone knows, I used to teach K3. Last night I had a dream about my previous class, so I am going to go on a tiny random tangent. Now most of this is probably the pregnancy hormones getting to me, but I am kind of sad I am not teaching this year! Now don't get me wrong... I am beyond thankful that God worked it out to where I don't have to work there next year and therefore I don't have to put up with the endless supply of crap that was bestowed upon me. But part of me misses the whole teaching aspect of it. So in the spirit of reminiscing... here are way to many pictures of my oh so cute class I had last year.