Random mindlessness

I have so many things going on in my head right now. It's a lot of random.

1. I am in need of a pair of shoes that are flats, sandals, comfy and still cute. I am at my wit's end trying to find something that matches all of the criteria and when I think I've found something I like, I try it on and it looks ridiculous. So tell me, SAHMs, what kind of shoes do you wear most of the time?

2. Josie's diapers are... a disaster. Well, not the diapers necessarily, but the content. Every single diaper is #2 and it's not pretty. I cannot wait for her to get past this! We all had the flu early this week but she can't seem to get past this particular part of it. I'M READY. Let's move on!

3. This year I was lazy and didn't plant my tomatoes and peppers ahead of time inside like I had done the yaer before, even though I had everything to do it. I just ran out of time and decided to buy the plants instead of the seeds. Big mistake. $3.50 for one plant?? So I spent $40 on them instead of the $2 I would have spent if I would have planted them inside. Except I already spent that $2 so it was really like $42. FAIL.

4. I went to Old Navy and loaded up on maternity shirts and a dress. Who knew that this year Old Navy would get it together with the price/selection combo? I should be good for the summer now and that's most of my pregnancy. 

5. I went grocery shopping yesterday morning around 8:30 AM (I know, ambitious) and was completely blown away by the service I got while checking out. I waited about a minute before being suddenly whisked away to a new lane while the guy unloaded my cart for me (never happens), apologized at least 3 times, and then proceeded to run around to the other side and ring me up as fast as possible. I just thought it was so funny because if I had been there at 4-6 PM instead, that would have been the shortest wait in history and they wouldn't have thought twice about it, but because I was there in the morning, he didn't think I should have to wait at all. Note to self: always go in the morning! Not many other shoppers and the best service you could ask for. As I was leaving, he made sure to say goodbye to both Josie and myself and seemed quite sincere. Well done, Sunmart.

6. We're going to a wedding this weekend and staying at a hotel. This hotel doesn't offer continental breakfast which to me is the worst offense a hotel could do. I'm betting the pool doesn't open before 10 AM   either on Sunday, which does not scream 'FAMILY FRIENDLY' at all. How am I supposed to keep my child quiet if you don't have a place I can feed her or bring her where she can blow off steam? We're going to annoy everyone... 

7. All over my neighborhood, there are for-sale signs. It'd make me nervous normally, but the speed that they are getting "sold" is amazing and gives us a lot of hope for when we get to that point. Also, some of them are selling at a lot higher of prices than they were when we moved in. Praise the Lord for this - we'd love to get some money back on this lovely little investment called our starter home!

8. I drove around with Josie today to a park farther away from our house. I always knew it was there, but it's tucked back off the road so I could only see a part of it. It is really quite a gem and I cannot wait to bring her back and have a picnic back there. 

She sat on this step and played with the mulch more than anything else. Note to self: bring something to erad because sometimes there's nothing I can do to get her to play with me.

Midweek Confessions

After we all got struck with the infamous flu this week, I've lost all motivation to do anything. Instead of just admitting to being lazy, I'd prefer to just blame it on my lack of strength from avoiding foods for a day and half.


Josie was up at 6:00 today. I hit hubby (sweet of me, right?) to go get her and all he did was give her a bottle so she continued to talk and scream and jump and dance because what she had really wanted was her diaper changed. I may or may not have let her do this for a good 45 minutes before going in there. Once I go in, I never can get back out without a wide awake babe in my arms!


We haven't had a real homecooked meal yet since I've started staying at home. I've been surprisingly busy, but the real reason is because the thought of starting to cook every single night completely overwhelms me. Just making this week's menu had me throwing in the towel. I used to be good at this once upon a time.


I'm getting a pedi/mani today and I'm going all by myself. I'm not above some pampering even though I'll have to endure the awkward "should I make small talk with the poor girl touching my feet or should I just pretend I'm totally engrossed in this magazine" moments.


I bought and plan to wear a preggo swimsuit this weekend and really hope my bump is big enough so that others know I'm pregnant and not just an awkwardly shaped beer bellied lady. I'm so vain...


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From 3/13/12

I've had a day to let it sink in. This is really happening.

The first time around, when I was pregnant with Josie, I prayed and hoped with all of my heart that I would love being pregnant. I so wished that I would look cute and not swell up when I was really showing. I wanted to be bubbly and fun and full of life so that people wouldn't just tip toe around me in order to not disturb the pregnant lady. Unfortunately, all of these not so great things describes my pregnancy 100%. I couldn't have been more uncomfortable (okay, I probably could have been, but it didn't feel that way then).

I was so swollen I could hardly walk after a day of working. Mind you, I was standing all day and wasn't able to walk around enough to get my blood moving so it just pooled in my feet and hands. I was uncomfortable so I ate sugary foods and enjoyed my comfort beverage of choice, diet coke. The combination of these two things just made me more swollen and uncomfortable. Hindsight is 20/20.

It was hard for me to imagine getting pregnant again. The delivery didn't scare me; it was the nine months (ten months, who are we kidding) that made me break out in a sweat.

Eight months have passed and a lot of those awful memories have faded away. I still remember the bad things, but I am going to work my hardest to prevent what is in my power. Things have changed since then. Some for the good, and some for the bad.

Let's start with the bad, just to get it over with. For starters, I didn't quite get back to my prepregnancy weight which wasn't an ideal weight to start with anyways. I'm already at a disadvantage. I also won't have the luxury of sitting down with my feet up for hours at night because of a certain baby living in my house that is just learning how to really get around.

But the good. The good does truly outweigh the bad. That baby living in my house? Every single moment with her is better than the moments without her. I forget how tired I am or how much there is to do. I love every minute I get with her giggles and games. The first time around, time went so slow. It felt like I was pregnant forever, but now I can already see how fast November is going to arrive. I feel frazzled and I'm only six weeks or so along!

Other good things: I now understand how important it is to work out right away from the beginning. The first time around, I had been working out steadily before getting pregnant, but the morning sickness knocked me off my feet and I didn't now how to jump back in it once it passed. I was also afraid of doing something that would cause me to miscarriage. Well now that I've been through it, I realize that there is so much more my body is able to do. Who am I to say that exercise could hurt the baby? Looking back, that could have made things so much easier and better.

And those sweets. The salty pop. The chips. All of you are gone. I have already started a solid pregnancy "diet". Don't worry, I'm not aiming to lose a ton of weight while pregnant. I know how stupid that is. But I do know something that is crucial this time around. With me being the weight I already am, I really don't need to gain anything. Not a single pound. I have plenty of fat/nutrients to share with this little baby and as long as I keep refilling myself with healthy fruits, veggies, healthy fat, and minimal (but necessary) carbs, I will have more energy, less swelling (please Lord please) and an easier time after. It's possible, but remind me of that again when I am dragging my feet while staring at a bag of Doritos, k?

So you see? Things will be so different. But the excitement, it's still there. I can't believe that next year at this time, I will be a mom to two. Josie will be a big sister.

I googled today what is essential to have for a family with two under two. The horror stories and nightmare scenarios popped up, but I calmly skipped them and looked for the good stuff. Double stroller (anyone have one they'd like to sell me?), another bed for either Josie or the baby since she will probably still be in a crib for a while after the baby is born (yes we can hope the new babe loves the bassinet!), a new dresser to make storage more efficient in that little room that is so close to us and not downstairs miles away.

So much to plan, so much to think about. And there is more, so much more. Some things I can't share yet but am practically dying inside to tell you. Soon, I hope.