Favorite project to date

I'm working on the very first thing that I'm making specifically for MY baby. It's a play mat that can be folded up and taken with me for when I change the baby or just want a place to put baby. It's just like all the other baby quilts I've made except it's smaller. I finished quilting it last night and am just waiting to put the border on it maybe this weekend. When I look at it laying in the floor of the baby's room I just want to squeal with excitement!

A few thoughts on pregnancy

Now that I'm 19 weeks in I feel it's time to reflect back over some personal observations I've made. Overall this pregnancy has been fairly easy. I've been lucky. I've really not suffered any morning sickness. I have gotten sick a few times but I've noticed it happens when I first get up or when I wait too long to eat. So I think all sickness is related to lack of food in my stomach.

Observation number 1: Sometimes I'm crazy. I find my moods are going from slightly annoyed to severely irate in like 2.5 seconds. This prompts me to take it out on whoever or whatever is around. Yes if I could have gotten my leg up there I would have kicked the crap out of the work restroom towel rack. It's completely unacceptable to be without paper towels after washing ones hands. I'm also finding I have an uncontrollable urge to throw things at people when they annoy me. I feel if I could just chuck my cell at them the problem would magically disappear......or I would be labeled Naomi Campbell. Some days I'm willing to take that risk.

Observation number 2: Pregnancy finally turns flat chested women into under ware models! :) By far the best part of pregnancy. I noticed that more (OK I'll be honest, actually cleavage) cleavage was popping out of my shirt and so that meant it was time to make a trip to Victoria's Secret and give it further investigation. I took a variety of sizes into the dressing room to just 'see' what was going on. As I kept trying on the next larger size it hit me....Little Miss A Cup is now a C....Oh happy day!! While I was doing my best 13 year old girl squeal in my head, I was freaking out on the outside. What does one do with giant boobs (OK when you've never made it out of the puberty bras a C cup is GIGANTIC.) So I came to the conclusion....You push them up! And push them up is what I did!!! :) If they are going to get even bigger and turn into nasty, giant baby feeders I'm going to get as much enjoyment out of these second trimester blessings as I can!! The only draw back I've found so far is getting crumbs stuck down in there. Donut and chip crumbs don't stand a chance! No one warned me of this boob hazard.

Observation number 3: When I say it's time to eat. It's time to eat! I don't mean I can wait 10 more minutes. And yes I must lie on the living room floor while you scurry around and find me a granola bar. I don't have the energy to hunt one down myself. Toss me my purse I have like 10 in there. Don't spend 10 minutes telling me I'm faking it because when you come near with said granola I might bite your hand off.

Observation number 4: Time flies so fast! Waiting for confirmation that there was an extra heartbeat inside of me took forever! Waiting for confirmation that the spotting was perfectly fine and my baby was growing took forever! I never thought 8 weeks would get here. Especially when I got a positive test at 3 weeks pregnant! Those 5 weeks were agonizing!!! But once that heartbeat was confirmed my time has flown by and soon we are going to find out what this little parasite taking all my nourishment and causing me to become a crazy psycho granola bar hunting woman is going to be! In a few short days I'm going to be half way through this pregnancy. And before you know it I'm going to be at the hospital completely overwhelmed by the task in front of me. And yes dear that's why we have to get this nursery together now! Because one short day from now I'm going to look at you and so 'OH MY GOSH WE ARE HAVING OUR BABY!!' So when that happens Mark you are going to be so thankful that I had the foresight to plan ahead for once and make you organize all those random X-Box parts and get them out of the floor of our baby's room! :)

So today I am 19 weeks and 2 days pregnant and counting down the days until I am 20 weeks and 5 days pregnant and finding out if we will be decorating the room in dinosaurs or flowers.

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.