I'm so confused....and sad

Hang tight with my while I get back on my soap box.

I think I got lucky when I was born into the family that I have. My parents were always very accepting of others and taught us to do the same - no matter if we agreed with the choices or not. To them, God's most important teaching was that of love and acceptance. It wasn't until later in life did I realize that others weren't taught the same way. Call me silly, but I truly believed that everyone thought this way. Why wouldn't they? Why isn't forgiveness, caring, understanding, not judging and love at the top of everyones minds? Granted, I'll be the first to admit that some of these do present a struggle to me from time to time, but I know they are important.

Today, I learned that there are people that believe that our President is trying to silence Christians by signing a Hate Crimes Prevention Bill. I'm so confused. While I understand there are many that don't agree with gay people, and that's fine....it's the beauty of America....we can have our own opinions and beliefs. But is it Christian to beat up gay people? I'm so confused. Seriously, this one has me stumped. How is that silencing Christians? How is protecting people from horrible hate crimes unchristian? If someone can explain this to me, I'm all for listening....doesn't mean I'll agree. I'm just so tired of being saddened by the hateful things people say about others. Can't we all get along and love each other? That's what God wants, isn't it?

I really do have the most wonderful friends...

It's true - I really do. This past weekend, my friends in Oklahoma had a baby shower for me and it was truly amazing. It's hard for me not to see everyone so often - I mean, it's almost been 5 years since I moved away from there. I feel very lucky that we have all been able to keep in touch all of these years. Each person holds a special place in my heart and I hope I never lose touch with them. I would be too sad. It REALLY makes me want to move back to Oklahoma - like today. Maybe it will be a dream come true one day. For any of you that read this that shared in such a special weekend - thank you. My life is better because of your friendship and I really appreciate it...

They move....even when I'm sitting perfectly still

Even though pregnancy isn't my cup of tea....I still find things to laugh at. Like the fact that I can be sitting perfectly still and my boobs magically bounce up and down. How is this possible, you ask? Well, the alien child that lives in my belly has figured out the right place to kick right under my rib cage so that my boob bounces up and down. I didn't think it was really that noticeable until I was in a meeting this morning with several co-workers. I was talking about important stuff (everything I say is important) when I noticed my coworkers looking at me awkwardly. Finally one of them burst out laughing that my boob was bouncing up and down. How can you not find this hilarious? He's going to be a trouble maker, I tell you. One of the things that makes me most curious is how he can maneuver this. You see, both his head AND his feet rest comfortably under my rib cage....he's a little confused. Yet, he can still muster the strength to kick my boob. Awesome.

Why do they always find me?

I think that all lost dogs know to come find me. All lost dogs in our neighborhood, that is. I think they know that I'll freak out and do everything possible to find their owners. Most of it is because I would hate if someone ignored our dogs if they found them wandering the streets. This morning, I found another dog as I was leaving for work. Of course, I picked the muddy thing up and started ringing doorbells. Thankfully, the owner was the second doorbell that I rung. When this happens, it's funny - I never really get the reaction I hope for. If someone brought me my dogs after being lost, I would be overjoyed and do everything I could to thank them. This morning, they guy just mumbled thanks, took the dog and shut the door. I'm pretty sure if a large pregnant woman found my lost dog and took the time to find me, I would say more than "Thanks." Tom told me not to deal with any more lost dogs after today. It sends me into a panic - again, because I am so scared of our dogs ever being the missing dogs. Maybe I am the dog whisperer. Dogs know that I will help them, so they come and find me. Weird....

I Love My Creative Friends

I really do love that all of my friends are creative. Thank goodness for that because I don't have a creative bone in my body right now. Over the past several months, I have reconnected with an old college friend of mine. This girl was my potluck dorm roommate my freshman year - and I would have to say my best roommate I ever had. I think it was because we didn't know each other before then, so we didn't in each others business. Now she lives not too far from Tom and I and her and her husband have a cute little boy. She is lucky enough to be able to stay at home with him and has a side business making bibs, burp cloths, baby bags, etc. I had her make me some stuff and I was totally stunned when she gave them to me yesterday. I am scared to use them because they are way too cute! You'll have to check out her website - http://www.henrysmommy.com/ I just can't tell you how impressed Tom and I were - this stuff is awesome! Here are some pictures of what she made us:

I Officially Quit You... MTV Teen Shows

Number One - I fully recognize that I am WAY too old to watch this stuff. But, for some reason, I still tuned in to the season premiere of The Hills and The City on MTV last night. I'm so embarrassed that I even admit this to the public. Mainly I watch it because it's been slightly entertaining. Not anymore. It's horrible. They are obviously trying too hard to make some sort of crazy drama happen. I can't do it anymore. I officially quit MTV and it's crazy teen antics. It's been a long time coming, but I have grown up. Reality TV on Bravo is so much better anyway......

Breakfast of Champions

I crack myself up most of the time. I am completely brain dead - COMPLETELY. How do I know this? Well let me tell you a little story.....

I had to go to Walgreens this morning to drop off a prescription. As I am on my way, I think to myself, "I should stop at Sonic and eat breakfast since I didn't eat anything this morning." So I go about my business, get my french toast sticks and orange juice and happily eat away. After that, I head to Walgreens, drop off my prescription and head to work. Once I get to work, I realize, not only did I have wonderful Sonic for breakfast, I also had eaten cereal and toast at the house before I left.

How does one forget that they already ate breakfast?! Seriously?!

Grrrr

Let me first start by saying how excited I am that we are having this child and I can't wait to hold him, kiss him, love on him, teach him and watch him grow.

However......

I REALLY HATE FEELING LIKE THIS!!!! I can't sleep, I can't get comfortable, I cry all of the time, I hate not being in control. I hate being a total and complete insecure wreck. I'm sure my husband is ready for normal Anna Leigh to come back. Not for a while - Horrible, terrible Anna Leigh is here to stay for a while - deal with it.

Boo.....

It's Always Sunny.....In Philadelphia

Do you watch this show? It's genius. Beyond genius. It's the one thing that Tom and I both truly love together....oh yeah...besides this kid. We have found passion for each other and for life because of this amazing 30 minutes of television each week. If you don't watch it, you are missing out. If you have watched it and hated it, you are no longer cool in my book. Is it offensive? Yes. Is it wrong? On so many levels. Why do we love it so much? Because we are sick individuals. I want to live at Paddy's and hang out with the Gang....I think me and Sweet Dee could be great friends. Anyway - if you don't watch it - it comes back on tonight, so watch it. You'll love it....

Nesting

I'm guessing that is what I am going through right now - and my husband thinks I'm crazy. Do you even know how many bags of crud I have thrown out of our house? I look like a mad woman. The house can't get clean enough - in fact I have a meeting with a housekeeper tonight to see if she can help me out. How do two people accumulate this much crap?! It's ridiculous. Why have I saved shopping bags from Neiman Marcus? Can someone please tell me why I need to save this before? My house is going to be very empty by the time I'm done with it. For real. Tom just needs to stay out of my way.....

Baby Marshall - 26 Weeks

Marshall is movin' and shakin' - already weighing 2 pounds, 4oz. The doctor said he'll probably be big in the end - Yikes! It's cool all you can see. You can even see him moving his mouth!

Sleep....Where are you?

I know you aren't supposed to get sleep after the baby comes, but what about before? Why have I stopped sleeping now? I need my beauty rest...these bags under my eyes are NOT attractive...no matter how much concealer I apply. Let's take out the snoring husband and dogs factor, add a kicking baby and just plain insomnia and you get me. I've done so good not drinking any caffeine at all and I am close to the breaking point. I find myself just staring at my computer screen at work, only to be snapped back to reality by a ping from an IM from Kathy. Even if this kid wasn't kicking, I've just stopped needing to sleep around 3am. Thank god for TBS and their random movies and Saved by the Bell reruns. They haven't let me down yet. Now it's back to staring at nothingness......

Hello Stretch Marks....

I hate you. I thought we had gotten along so well. 24 weeks had gone by and you hadn't bothered me yet. I thought we were friends. I guess we aren't. I will do everything in my power to kill you. It's a war you aren't going to win. Please go away before something bad happens to you.

I do....

This came across my desk again this morning and it makes me tear up everytime I read it, so I thought I would share it with you all this morning. This poem was written by one of my top fundraisers in the Ft. Worth area. She wrote it for a contest to support MS. She read this at a forum in August 2001 in Washington DC, one month before the 9-11 attacks. This couple is truly an inspiration everytime I see them.

I Do

Some people have said, "In sickness and in health"

And simply replied, "I do."

With the thought that the worse case scenario

Was probably some strain of flu.

It's been twenty-three years since I said that phrase

And filed it in the back of my mind,

Until MS reared its ugly head,

A disease so thoughtless and unkind.

Avid walker, tennis player, cross-stitcher,

All enjoyable, but now not in my day.

Other enjoyable hobbies to be found,

But few choices, few abilities, give up? No way!

My mate now labeled my "caregiver,"

My "chauffeur," my "nurse," and my "cane,"

My "therapist," my shoulder to cry on,

Dealing with my depression, sometimes in vain.

So when deciding to take the vow

Think what the words really mean.

Are you willing to love in the bad times

With the good sometimes sandwiched between?

Deep Thoughts...

So I'm not one to make a habit of getting on a political or religious soap box - Mostly because I feel that people who do this should be well informed and not blabber. I'll admit, I am not the most informed person when it comes to politics or religion. I know what I believe and what makes me spiritual person, and I think that's okay. Yesterday, though, I had an encounter that really got me thinking...so bare with me.

If we bash a man in his death, what kind of person does that make us? With the sad passing of Ted Kennedy, this really got me thinking. Now, I'm not saying that Ted Kennedy was a saint - I don't think anyone would disagree with me on that. But the man helped shape our nation - Important legislation that we have today was because of this man. Now, I think that is pretty cool to look at all of his accomplishments and what he has done for this country. And yes, the man made mistakes. Haven't we all? Raise your hand if you are perfect. Huh....no one raised their hand.

Yesterday, I received several emails and a million facebook posts from an unnamed individual about what a terrible person Ted Kennedy was. This person claims to be a great man of god and preaches the word of the bible in everything he does. So my question is here - what kind of Christian does that make you when you continue to judge a person in their death? I thought Jesus and God were about forgiveness. Didn't Jesus die for your sins? If Jesus and God can forgive, why can't you? I don't care if you approved or disapproved of Ted Kennedy, but don't tell the world via email and facebook that Jesus and God wouldn't approve of Ted Kennedy. Did Jesus or God call you up and tell you they didn't approve? I'm pretty sure they didn't. I thought Christianity was about loving one another, supporting each other, forgiveness and living a good moral life. Where is judgement in all of that? I think if you look at the bible, they only person that could even try to judge you would be God in your death. I guess I'm just confused. I thought that those that portray themselves as devout Christians were supposed to be loving, accepting and forgiving. Turns out, some of them aren't.

I'm not trying to create a debate or pass judgement myself (although it sounds like it, doesn't it?). I think I just want to know why even judge those in their passing? Their life is over - celebrate their accomplishments. You wouldn't want someone standing at your funeral telling everyone all the mistakes you made, would you?

I'll step down now.

I can't stop watching these people....

Do you watch these guys....The Duggars on TLC? I can't stop. They are a complete mystery to me. How one woman gives birth to 18 children....and is still going, I have no idea. It doesn't make sense to me because #1 - why do you want to give birth to 18 children and #2 - WHY DO YOU WANT TO GIVE BIRTH TO 18 CHILDREN?! Tom and I do well, and I think we will barely afford one child. How do these people afford 18 children? How do you even get to know your kids when you have that many? I can't stop watching - it totally fascinates me. Not to mention when their oldest got married, until the day of his wedding, he had never even kissed a girl. That makes no sense to me what-so-ever. People are so crazy.

He's gonna be a trouble maker

This guy is going to be a trouble maker - I can already tell. I think he's secretly laughing in my belly. He figured out how to kick where I can feel him....except that he's pretty much only figured out how to kick my bladder. Awesome. I won't even begin to tell you how many times I had to get up last night. I think he does it and laughs. At least that's what I would do. Tom thinks it's hilarious. I might have threatened to punch him in the face last night if he laughed one more time. On that note, I will leave you with a parting shot of Bentley from last night. Apparently she thinks this is hers...

Baby Marshall - 22 Weeks

This was fun to get today! Last time I went to get my ultrasound, they didn't offer, but this time they did! It's neat to see him moving around the whole time...even if I can't really feel it. The doc said that where my placenta was, it'll be longer for me than most women before I can feel it. Weird medical stuff. Anyway.... I thought it was fun.

I think I broke my thumb

You know when you start a new work out routine and you have muscles that kill you because you never use them? This is now my pain. I think I have sprained my thumb muscle. How does one do that? I will tell you..... You pull your pants up and down 80 times a day to pee. Stop laughing....it hurts! I can barely type. Someone should come up with a list of crazy ridiculous things that happen to you when you are pregnant that no one ever talks about. I never read that a possible reaction to pregnancy was a broken thumb from peeing so much. It happens....it really does.

Oops, I did it again.

But this time it wasn't my fault....but I didn't stop it from happening. I blame Tom. I received a notification yesterday that they are discontinuing the fabric design on the stroller we like. So, Tom and I went to Baby's R Us to just look. Upon arriving, we learned that not only the fabric for the stroller and carrier are being discontinued (they change fabrics every Spring and Fall), but the rest of the line we wanted will soon be gone. Tom simply suggested that we go ahead and buy the whole line....and I didn't stop him. I just said yes and there we went. Stroller, carrier/car seat, high chair and pack and play. No more...The credit card is officially out of my purse. I am done.....for now. But isn't it pretty? It's brown, grey and red....

Put the card down....

I can't seem to follow my own advice. I am out of control when it comes to shopping for this baby. I know I don't need all of these clothes, but they are just too darn cute. How can I not buy all of them? Someone please stop me. This is my favorite so far.
Please someone make me stop. I am out of control....

Is Killing Legal When You are Pregnant?

Because that's about where I am right now. Waking up to Tom screaming at me that my tires and wheels were gone from my truck and it was now sitting on concrete blocks was not the greatest start to my day. For the third time in three years, we have been robbed. SERIOUSLY?! What did we do so wrong that this is what happens to us? I promise I'm a good person - I even walked in the rain over to my neighbors on Saturday to let them know their window was down on their car. I'm a nice person - why does this s$&@% keep happening? I wish we could move - I just can't fathom putting our house up for sale with a baby on the way. I want to kill so many people right now. #1 - the freaking bastards that sat outside my house and stole from us #2 - kind of want to kill my husband - I didn't want a truck, but I gave up the fight - I certainly didn't want a truck with fancy tires and wheels on it. I have begged since February for him to take that crap off my truck. Nice of someone to steal it off. Bastards. I hate people right now.

Happy Birthday to Two of my Favorite Gals

I love you both and am so thankful for our friendship. Over these last 9 years (yes Kathy...it's been 9 years since I infamously did the helicopter with the shell of my shirt at the Tumbleweed and made out with Bonnie's crush in the back seat of her car...not one of my finer moments in life) you two have really helpe me become the person who I am today and I am so thankful to have you both in my lives. Amanda - you will have the cutest little nose this weekend and Kathy - I hope your bday celebrations are filled with love and laughter. You two deserve all that you can have and more! Love you both!!

Half Way There....

20 weeks down.....20 weeks to go. I'm so impatient. It takes FOREVER to make a kid....

Kid to Kid - I heart you

I found my new love...hopefully it will be an everlasting love. I was early getting to my parents house yesterday and I saw this store across the street from their neighborhood that I have always wanted to stop and take a look around. It's a magical place. It's a second hand kid store and I'm in love. I bought 6 outfits that still had the tags on them for $21.65 yesterday - 6 complete outfits that had never been worn! I feel like I won the lottery. I will be shopping there from now on. I see no reason to pay full price for something the kid is going to wear for all of 5 seconds before he grows out of them. This is amazing.

Yes, I know they are HUGE

SO STOP STARING!!! News Flash - I have huge boobs. This does not give you permission to stare at them without consequences. I'm pregnant - give me a break. Yes, I do realize that I can't hide two things the size of watermelons on my chest. Yes, I know they are probably the same size as Dolly Parton's. No, I don't care to talk about it with you, my three male coworkers. Seriously - why is this an okay discussion for people to bring up to me at work all of the time? I don't talk about your expanding beer belly or small male genitalia. I guess since you bring up my boob size 18 times a day, maybe I should start. Tell me how comfortable that would make you.

Off my soap box now....

My Little Cowboy

Look at this little cute outfit for my future Cowboy. How could I not purchase this? Whether he likes it or not, little Marshall will be attending OSU. If he even THINKS about OU, there will be consequences. Just kidding....maybe. There was also this one for when he's a bit older...

Again....I know...I'm out of control. These were just too cute!

Thank You, Kathy

I am out of control. At least I admit it. It's not news to most of you. Just a little bit ago, Kathy helped me come to the conclusion that I needed to have a fashionable diaper bag. I mean, who doesn't? Because I know that is the first thing people are going to notice about me carrying around this little boy - What kind of diaper bag does she have? Well, here you go folks

A lovely Kate Spade Nylon Abigail Baby Bag will make my life complete. Thank goodness I paid for the overnight shipping....because, if you are keeping up - I NEED IT NOW! I like that it says it has two exterior pockets for your wine bottles....I mean, baby bottles. Well, maybe one for a small personal wine bottle and one for a baby bottle....even it out a bit.

Now, when people look at me and I look like crap because I haven't slept in days and my kid is crying and I look disgusting, they will think I am amazing because I have a fashionable diaper bag. Need I say more?

What is in a name?

Holy crap! Now we have to name this little boy?! I didn't realize how hard this task would be. Everything we think of, we can think of some drug dealer, weirdo or strange person that has that name. The one name I liked, Tom informed me that the leader of the swingers in Spearman was named that. They have swingers in Spearman? Are there enough people to go around? I thought most people there were bible beaters, how do they have a swinger population? I digress...

Anyway, I'm actually quite proud of the Hubby. I thought he was going to want some boring popular name, but I have been mistaken. He actually came up with cool ones. But, again, remembered that most of them were drug dealing swinger weirdos. So we've narrowed it down to one name....and I'm taking today to really think about it. This is the name that will stick with this kid FOREVER... and that freaks me out. I'm even scared to type it because that makes it so forever.....Marshall William Kirk*

*The user of this blog is allowed to change her mind if she wants to with no judgement

Trying to be patient

I am not a patient person....never have been....never will be. I am the classic "I need it yesterday or my life is over" person. And most of the time, I really do believe my life is going to be over if I don't know or get something right then. I am the person that has to open Christmas gifts as soon as I am aware that there is a present under the tree for me. Yes, I still carefully rip the tape off the sides to sneak a peak - and let me tell you, I'm quite the expert. This past Christmas, Tom made the mistake of putting my Christmas present out at Thanksgiving - I immediately opened it.

So, needless to say, these last few days of waiting for my ultrasound have been AGONY....I take that back...these last 4 months of waiting have been agony. I need to know NOW! I need to shop now! Yes, I realize that I can wait for a while to shop, but I think my life will be over if I don't do it now. Believe me, the next 2 days are jam packed of things that must be done now. Ultrasound, 2 pediatrician appointments, 4 daycare appointments - and that is just Friday. Saturday will be full of shopping. Thank you American Express. I never leave home with out you.

Wow....just Wow....

Congratulations, America, you’ve finally designed a product that looks dumber than both the Snuggie and Smittens, combined. It’s called the Peekaru Original Fleece Baby Carrier Cover, and it’s ridiculous.

For a cool $80 you can do away with the chore of having to carry your baby in your arms or put him or her in a stroller. You simply slip this hit little number on your body, then plop the baby inside—now you’re ready for whatever life throws at you!

And yes, it’s made in the USA. Take a bow, America!

Sometimes I long for you...

Oh Bumpit - How I wonder about you sometimes. When I pass you in the isle at Walgreens, I wonder about your ease and style. Not because I want big hair, but because you are a mystery to me. How can one thing make so many women so happy? And how does it not poke out of the bottom of your hair? Must you tease your hair even more just to hide the wonder that is the Bumpit? There are many questions I want to ask you. I think I just want to buy you just to play around one Saturday afternoon. Will my hair look like this?

Probably not - #1 Because I'm not a model and #2 I don't know how to look that seductive and slutty at the same time. Maybe I will waste the money on you...just so all of my questions can finally be answered. Until the next infomercial intrigues me...like those pads you put on your feet that are supposed to bring out all of the toxins.....

My Good Luck Charm

I now believe that Alanda is my good luck charm. We had a nice long chat about babies and motherhood....and being crazy on Saturday. I was asking her when she felt Madi moving around and how would I know it was the baby and not other stuff. I had settled that it would just be a few more weeks, so I should stop worrying. But I was wrong! It wasn't but a few hours later after Tom got home that the alien that resides in my belly starting moving and kicking around. I can say that it is the oddest and coolest sensation at the same time. To see and feel your insides moving around is quite weird. But now, I just picture that scene in Alien where and alien actually does pop out of their bodies, and not a baby. I hope this thing doesn't rip through my skin.......

My Crazy Dad....

Have you met my crazy Dad? If not, you are totally missing out. While he spent all of his life providing a wonderful life for the 3 of us girls, he now enjoys letting loose now and again. This is a picture after Mary Catherine's wedding....well, a few hours into the after-after party. I think we had floated the second keg by this time. (little did I know I would be impregnated a week later - good thing I drank A LOT that weekend) In the picture with him is Joe -MC's friend that Dad would adopt if he could. Mostly because he was surrounded by females his entire life and Joe gets Dad. This picture just makes me happy... Who couldn't love this man?

I'm gonna poo my baby out

Yes, this is the exact statement I made to my doctor yesterday. You think I'm joking -- I've convinced myself that with the effort I make to try and go, is the same effort I will be using to push this baby out in December (a thought I try and not think about often). I am also convinced that my doctor believes I am a total nut job.

While at my normal monthly appointment, I found out that I haven't gained any weight at all since being preggers - in fact, I am a total of 8 pounds lighter than I was before I got pregnant - 5 of them in the past month. Now, because I am a bit of a drama queen, I asked if I was going to kill my baby or myself. She then proceeded to make the oddest comparison I've ever heard. Her words sounded something like this - "You know how Ethiopian women become very skinny when they are pregnant because of their lack of nutrition - and they still give birth to very healthy babies because that babies take the nutrients from the mothers." (P.S. - please do not take offense to this and just see the humor in it) My doctor somehow just compared me to a skinny Ethiopian woman - can anyone besides me see the humor in this? I still can't stop laughing. I think I almost rolled off of the examination table in laughter when she told me this.

Anyway - all in all - She assured me that I'm not gonna poo my baby out and that it's normal to lose some weight especially since I've been so sick. I'm just glad I get to stop looking in the toilet for a baby for the time being.

Why I need a recipe

There are reasons why people create recipes. It's for people like me. I've never been the one to add a little bit of this and a bit of that and create an edible meal. It just doesn't happen. It has to be written out, or it is a disaster. I'll give you the example of my cobbler. My dad assured me this was so easy - no problem. Just do a little of this and a little of that. Well, I was kind of proud when I pulled it out of the oven. I mean look at it - it was a masterpiece and I did it all by myself while cooking enchiladas and watching the recap of the Michael Jackson memorial service. Then I cut into it.... and it all was downhill from there. It was a watery mess in between two beautiful crusts. I frantically called my dad who infomed me that he forgot to tell me to put a little bit of flour in it to make it gel a little bit. THIS IS WHY WE NEED RECIPES PEOPLE. It still tasted good, but it was just filled with juices that I just spooned out over ice cream. So, as my first attempt, it's okay - I'll do better next time. Next time, I'm printing a recipe from the Food Network.

Tom's New Toy

I've never met a man who likes to vacuum as much as my husband. He finally convinced me that we needed a new vacuum cleaner yesterday and that we needed this particular Dyson. Let me just tell you - spending that much money on a vacuum cleaner really pained me, but the joy on Tom's face last night while he "played" with it was priceless. Most people, I believe, vacuum because they have to and it's probably disgusting not to do it. Tom, on the other hand, had the biggest grin on his face for the 2 HOURS that he spent vacuuming. He moved all of the furniture in the house and cleaned every space in our house. Now, I'm not complaining at all because this is one thing I NEVER have to worry about. I just find it completely hilarious that he was so happy to do it. I tried to take a picture of him grinning, but he wouldn't let me. Thank you Dyson for bringing so much joy to our home.

Waiting...

Today, like most days, I came home to find Bentley sitting on the window sill staring out the window. It cracks me up to see her sitting like this, because she tries to sit like a person. I think she sits here most of the day, when she's not sleeping, just staring out to the world that she can't get to. How can you not laugh at this picture?

Please don't bother us...We're sleeping

My dogs are quite spoiled. It's all our fault. This is what I deal with every morning. Normal dogs want to wake up, go outside for a tinkle and a walk. My dogs are lazy and want to sleep in bed like real people. They like to pretend they can't hear me in the morning when I'm trying to get them to go outside. They just lay in bed with one eye open, hoping I will leave them alone and let them sleep. I will admit, it's hard to get out of bed when you have these two cuddling with you. Too bad Tom has to wear ear plugs to bed every night because of their snoring.

My New BFF

My New BFF

Have you met my new BFF? It's Angel Soft. I would like to know how many times is it humanly possible for one person to pee every day? I counted 49 yesterday...but I think I forgot to count a few. Not to mention the few times I stumble through the bedroom in the middle of the night half awake. At no point in my life did I think I would EVER spend this much on toilet paper. In the past, this MIGHT have been a purchase once a month. Now, it's once a week - and I'm not even home the majority of the day. I wonder if my work has noticed an increase in toilet paper buying? Will that be taken out of my paycheck? Being pregnant is awesome.

The beginning....

So, here is my attempt at starting a blog. I doubt I will be as witty as Amanda's or creative as Kathy's or hilarious like Zach's story about stabbing kids in his younger days, but here we go.

I'm approaching 30....pondering a lot. With a great marriage, a baby arriving in December, a wonderful family and a job, there shouldn't be much left to worry about. But wow - does my brain race! I have pretty much no idea what to do with this thing growing in my belly (which I referred to as a parasite last night as the Hubby kindly patted my expanding belly), and I'm sure my friends will slap me one day for the million questions everyday. I know it will all be okay - like my sister says "People have been doing this for centuries." However, I have convinced myself I am the only one that has experienced any of this and that no one knows what I'm talking about. Yes - you guessed it - I am kinda of a drama queen....but really I'm just mostly clueless...about everything.

As 30 approaches, I look back on the last 10-12 years - these are the years that I think have made the most impact on me. I have made some of the greatest friends these past years. And while I live close to almost none of them...I hope they know they all hold a special place in my heart. I don't get to visit people much and I've turned into the biggest home body. Which - if you have known me for any length of time - you would think that is quite odd. For some reason, since being back to Dallas - making new friends hasn't been the easiest. I like to say it's because my heart is only big enough for the ones I already have, and there isn't a lot of room for new ones. Most of that is true, the other is that I haven't found too many people that make me laugh and cry like they do. The ones that I have made...I will cherish forever.

I've also been with the Hubby for almost 9 years....that is crazy to even think about. Four years of dating and almost 5 years of marriage. I still can't believe someone has put up with my craziness for this long....and I am crazy as you all know.

So here we go...continuing along this infinite abyss of life. Let's see where this goes.