Baby flutters

Last night the most amazing thing happened to me. I felt the baby. 

I was sitting there watching random TV when I realized what felt like little bubbles were popping in my belly. It hit me......it was baby. I'm not for sure if baby was trying to tell me that my pants were way too tight (which they were) or if baby just wanted me to know it was there, right under the surface just waiting. 

Whatever baby was trying to tell me, it was the most amazing 60-ish seconds of my life to date. I didn't think there would be a moment more amazing than watching that digital pregnancy test turn to pregnant but I was wrong. Last night sitting alone on my couch feeling little bubbles of happiness in my belly was the single most greatest moment of my life :) 

All I could do was gather Mack on the couch and cry over the joys that are to come.

Sexting: Government intervention?

I feel I must weigh in on this hot topic. Sexting. The act of sending a sexy text sometimes containing nudity or suggested nudity to a friend or significant other. Approriate? Probably not. Something the government should step into? Definitely not.

Teens aren't the only ones guilty of this trend. I'm aware of a story where a grown man was fired for sharing a nude picture with a coworker. The wrong person walked by and saw the cell pic and reported him. He was fired on the spot.

I do agree that this has become a problem with the teenage crowd but to that I say what do parents expect when they give their teens or even younger that kind of freedom. Hand your 11 year old a cell phone and never check back in on him? or her? That's like giving your teen a computer in their room and not monitoring what they are looking at. You are asking for trouble. When I was a teen the only freedom I had in my room was a cable TV and yes I did sneak and watch shows I wasn't allowed to watch. Many times I was dropped in on and told to change the channel.

So I say, Shame on you parents for giving your child freedom with no guidelines. Teens need guidelines. Teens are full of curiosity and they are just finding themselves sexually. Of course they are going to be curious and push the limit. It's the parents job to pull that back in and teach their child what's appropriate and what's not. If they aren't acting right with their cell phone then take it away! A cell phone is a privilege no

And I do feel bad for the girls who send a nudey pic of themselves to their boyfriend only to break up and have the picture spread across school. But at the same time I say....you put yourself into that position. You let a teenage boy snap your picture or YOU sent that picture to a teenage boy. This should be common knowledge that it it's a good idea.

Reading about law enforcement or government passing legislation about sexting just makes me annoyed. I feel this is a parenting issue and people just need to step up and parent. Monitor what you teen is doing. Make sure they are using the gifts they have been given appropriately or take them away! Cell phones and computers are not rights! They are privileges.

Public apologies

Let's talk about Tiger Woods. The strong opinions expressed below are mine and mine alone. If you don't agree with me sorry I'm not changing my mind. :)

I feel that private life should remain private, Tiger has put his on display and therefore opened his life to public comment (just like the Duggars but I won't open that can again.....in this post at least :) )  and so I must comment on it.

Tiger is a douche. I think his apology was just a publicity move to appease his sponsors and managers. If he were really sorry he wouldn't have had MULTIPLE affairs with strippers and hookers! These weren't just the desperate housewives next door some of these people were professionals!  MAYBE you could make an excuse for an affair or two (My husband couldn't but maybe some could) but you definitely can't make a good excuse for double digit affairs. That's doesn't happen by accident. 

If he were apologetic he would have admitted his affair (not plural) to his wife and they (if she chose) could have worked through it BUT once you commit double digit affairs with hookers and strippers it's time to hand over your millions and move out. 

His wife is not only entitled to his millions but she should also be allowed to smack him a good time with his golf club. Good for her for chasing him out of the house with a club. (No Tiger we don't buy that she didn't hit you with it) I think if she had run him over with the car he was driving I would still be thinking 'That's what you get.' 

And as for the former exotic dancer who now wants an apology from Mr. Tiger for  the public embarrassment she's suffered I say ..... Deal with it. You slept with a married man. This wasn't just a married man you met at a bar with no wedding band. This was Tiger freaking Woods. His wedding was national news. The birth of his children was national news.  If I were Tiger's wife after I beat him with the club I would be hunting you down too. You don't get to cry on national TV over the embarrassment that has come to you. If anyone should be crying over embarrassment it should be Tiger's WIFE..... Her husband just slept with all the hookers and strippers in the Tri-county area while she was at home raising two babies!

And for those that suggest sex addiction......I call foul. That's just a cop out for selfish men who were caught.

So Tiger......I as a representative of America, whom you were addressing, do not accept your apology. You are still a douche. Admit your mistakes and go back to your golf course.

Elin if you were my friend I would carry the golf clubs for you while you went to beat him with them.

Super bowl fun

I love hosting theme parties. Any excuse to buy fun decorations and dress my house of for the occasion, I'm ready. Each year we throw a small super bowl party for my husband's friends. This year we just so happened to find really cheap Colts shirts at Old Navy. We live right across the river from Indiana and they love their Colts. Mark and I aren't necessarily Colts fans but I feel the T-shirts help make the party. Every year we try to have one theme item. One year Mark made football shaped brownies. Last year he made a football shaped cake. This year we had no time for theme food so it was the matching shirts (I'm all about matching shirts.) I don't know what next year will bring as far as party decor or themes but I do know our baby will be right in on the action! I can't wait to start finding the perfect party attire for our little one.

Bring on the snow

Today I woke up to whiteness. Mack and I went out for a romp.

I LOVE the snow. I HATE to drive in it. I knew in advance that it would be snowy today so I prepared my ride to work in advance. I CAN NOT drive in the snow. I can't. Panic attacks, tears and yelling is involved when I venture out on my own in the snow.

It all started when I was attending the local community college. Before the college I was a fearless driver......or my twin drove me about in the bad weather. One faithful day it was snowing and I had to get to my morning class. So I started out for school. I made it most of the way without incident UNTIL I got to some kind of parts store. This is where it took a turn for the worse. I slid off the road.

I didn't just slide off the road, I slid in slow motion. I thought I was never going to stop sliding. Then I looked up and what did I see? A pole. I was sliding right into a telephone pole! Right as I was about to plow (in slow motion) into the pole my car stopped. I was within an inch of that pole and crying. My life had come to a stand still. As I tried to regain my composure and was frantically calling my husband (then boyfriend) to come pick my butt up I looked up to see an old man in that parts store. Was he coming to check on me in my time of need? NO he was standing in the window laughing hysterically at me!!

To make matters worse Mark wouldn't come get me! He had already spun around in a complete circle and told me I could make it to the college where he was. I made it to that college alright and parked my car there until my reliable father and brother would come get pick it up for me.

And from that point on I can't drive in the snow.

Later that year I remember sitting in the college parking lot with snow flurries falling around me and me on the phone with my mother begging her to leave work and come get my butt! But no she wouldn't she just yelled at me to 'Get a grip on myself and be an adult!' The nerve! It pretty soon became known to my fellow classmates that if it was snowing, Hayley wasn't coming to class.

So today I enjoyed the snow from the passenger seat of my dad's truck. Tomorrow I may have to drive myself, tears and all.

First appointment success

Well we made it. We made it to that first appointment. I was immediately taken back to the ultrasound room where I was promptly settled onto the chair/table. Almost immediately our little blob showed up. I think I had my eyes closed. I just wanted to make sure there was something there and I wasn't dreaming this whole experience before I opened my eyes. I was trying not to really look at the monitor until I heard Mark say 'Is that the heartbeat?' It was confirmed that in fact it was and I immediately began searching for it. Pure relief flooded over me. It was official.....our blob has a heartbeat!

I didn't need to see anything else. I had all the confirmation that I needed. We are growing a living being. I (We) couldn't be happier. Granted our 'baby' does look more like a blob right now but we're confident that that blob will soon take shape.

So to summarize.....We have a heartbeat! And it's strong....176. Now we just have to make it to the end of January to meet the doctor and get to the second trimester.

Second favorite shopping day of the year

I absolutely LOVE the after Christmas sales. I love getting half price wrapping. I love getting half price gifts for next year. I love buying half price ornaments to put on packages. I love it all and I especially love going to Barnes and Noble and buying half price Christmas books for my future children. For the last few years I've made sure I stop by the bookstore to pick up a few good books for my stash. There's nothing like finding your favorite Christmas story at half the price. This year besides my favorite Christmas books I hit a major jackpot. Barnes and Noble had a big box of stuffed animals sitting out. I dug through them all and almost settled on the characters of Where the Wild Things Are but as I dug into the bottom of the box I notice a soft looking something. I pulled it out and it was a GIANT Classic Pooh bear. Now Pooh is not my favorite children's character but this Pooh was SUPER soft and pretty big. I knew Mark would LOVE it. I snatched up my half-price Pooh and headed to the register. So now beside all the wrapping and ornaments I bought sits the biggest, softest Pooh bear a kid could ever want. Our future child is sure to love it and in the mean time my little monster, I mean Mack, is eyeing him. I'm going to have to find Pooh a home on a high shelf before Mack claims him.