Worth every second

I just put the boy to bed. I asked for a kiss. I received the sweetest, sloppiest, most open mouth kiss of my life.

I sit back and think about all the tears I shed. All the prayers I sent up. All the temper tantrums

I threw. All the hours I spent online looking for support, tips, answers. And every tear, prayer, fit, piece of information was worth it.

I spent 11 months trying to get pregnant. Eleven crazy, tantrum filled months. And just when I was ready to give up for the time being I found out I was pregnant. Forty weeks and 2 days later I gave birth. And still didn't get to hold him right away. But from the minute he was handed to me all those hours after labor I immediately connected to him. He was immediately mine.

And now 9 months later I look back and realize I would shed every single tear again. I would throw every single fit again. I would have every single jealous thought, hateful thought toward every other pregnant girl I encountered again. All those stressful months made Mark and I the parents we are today. And we are so appreciative of the gift we received.

Thank you Nesties (you know who you are) for introducing me to the language of fertility and essentially my boy. Without support of 'friends' and Taking Charge of Your Fertility I would still be a bitter old mess.

Our first meeting

It's that time of year!

As I sit at my desk I begin to reflect on the time of year. ... That's right people it's rummage sale time!!! I will be heading out in the morning on my first rummaging trip of the season. I can't wait. Oh the possible treasures that await me out there in someone else's junk pile. 

More rummage blogging to come ...

6 months of my life

I sit here in my chair and watch 6 months of my life playing in the floor.

6 months of my life is stretching and straining until he reaches his new toy. Stretching and straining until he reaches his daddy's xbox controller. Stretching and straining until he gets to my pant leg.

6 months of my life is looking up at me with the glimpse of a first tooth in his mouth. 6 months of my life is giving me the biggest, most genuine smile I could imagine. 6 months of my life is squealing with excitement of seeing me smile at him.

6 months ago my life changed forever. 6 months ago my husband and I went from a unit, a couple, a pair - to a family.

The year of parties

This year I'm planning parties. Lots of parties. My grandmother turns 85 = party. My friend is getting married = party. My friend is having a baby = party. My baby is turning 1 = PARTY.

I love party planning. I should have made a career of it. I can NOT wait to get started planning. Is February too early to plan summer parties?

Reasons my blog is not up to date

Reason 1: While I sit here and think about writing a post I literally have an almost 6 month old chewing on my blue jeans. So much for that musical farm entertaining him.

Big plans

Big plans to learn to cook. That's right. It's time I bite the bullet and become the housewife I always wanted to be ..... with a job. (That was never part of the grand plan) 

Mark and I need to save money. In order to do that I have big plans to meal plan. If I'm going to meal plan I actually have to cook something, I don't think : Monday - McDonald's; Tuesday - Long John Silver's .... ect. will cut it. So starting January I plan to pull out the crockpot and dust off the pans.

This will be a tricky feat. Mark and I are second shifters. We don't eat dinner together. We seldom eat lunch together since he's getting up as I'm leaving for work. SO the meals I plan must be something that warms up well. I'll be making use of that GIANT Tupperware stash I've collected. (If you want a GIANT Tupperware stash then become a consultant for a few years. Pretty soon you'll have more Tupperware than your cabinets will hold, or your dad's garage :) )

So I'm collecting recipes. Yes I have a whole cookbook collection but I need real recipes. I need  practical, easy recipes that won't cause me to go back on my ppd meds after a week of this plan. I want to use my crockpot. I want them to be semi healthy (I still have 15 pounds of baby weight to shed) and I want my picky eating self to actually eat them. So send me a recipe or a link to your favorite cooking blog. simplynesting@gmail.com

And let the planning begin :)

Congrats! You've made it to the list ...

Steak and Shake, eastside.

That's right, add another restaurant to my 'list'. What did they do to get on it you ask? No they didn't wave about a pee stick (Subway) or over charge me for my hot dog and fries with their 'deal', THEY added ONIONS to my milkshake! That's right: peppermint, chocolate AND ONIONS!!!

The first Friday in December my mother and I like to celebrate by taking the day off work and shopping all day. We end that day with a milkshake. We wanted milkshakes from an establishment that had already closed so we decided to hit up steak and shake instead. BIG mistake.

We ordered two peppermint and chocolate chip milkshakes. So first drink...good, not bad. Second drink....that tastes odd. Third drink....definitely weird and what was that odd chocolate piece? Fourth drink...OMG that tastes like dirty arm pit. OMG is that ....... onion?????? Upon further investigation I fish out a piece of onion.

Now, peppermint, chocolate and ONION is a HORRIBLE combination in your mouth.

Mother promptly turns the car around as I hold said onion on my pointer finger.

In to steak and shake I storm.

I plop the milkshakes down onto the counter. Girl says 'Can I cash you out?' I say 'NO I want my money back. There is ONION in my milkshake.' ::shakes finger with onion on the end at counter girl::

'What !?' How did that happen?' Says counter girl. 'That's weird because the onions are over here and the milkshakes are over there.'

Over walks another girl. Counter girl tells her what happens all while calling the manager. Other girl 'Well bless your heart.' All while I hold out finger with onion and glare.

Manager comes up. 'What's wrong?'

'There is ONION in my milkshake!' ::Angrily shakes finger with onion on the end at him::

Manager: 'Do you want us to make you some more? Me: 'NO I want my money back.'

Manager goes to the back, returns and then says .....'You had a peppermint and .......chocolate?' 'AND ONION,' I add.

So I get my money back and wipe onion off my pointer finger. When I get back into the car my mother confirms I in fact have onion breath. I DON"T EVEN LIKE ONIONS!!!!

So Eastside Steak and Shake, YOU are on my list.