Misc. Monday

1. Why Bother Going Elsewhere

This weekend I had to tackle the obstacle of finding a dress for my graduation next weekend.

I hate clothes shopping.  I must have tried on at least 30 dresses in the past 3 days. I went everywhere, from Marshalls to Nordstroms. 

Guess where I found a dress, my good ol' best friend Target. 

On the clearance rack.

For $7.48

And it fits perfectly, and is super comfortable.

Why do I ever doubt Target?

2. Me Time

I hate spending money on myself, hence the dress for $7.48! 

But I have worked hard to finally graduate, so I'm spoiling myself with a fancy 

manicure and pedicure this week. 

I cannot wait.

And thank you Groupon for the deal.

3. Obsessed

I am beyond obsessed with Pinterest. If you aren't on it, get on it!

It is so addicting. I can easily spend hours on there.

It just makes me want a house that much more,

so I have my own space to create all the fun things I found from Pinterest. 

4. Daily Headache

We live in a tiny apartment, with no washer or dryer. 

It is terrible.

Had we moved into a unit with a set it would have been an extra $200 a month, plus we would have either had to rent a set for $30 a month or buy our own. 

I'm not going to lie, I can't help but wonder if the extra $2,700+ would have been worth it?

Here's my advice, never rent a place without a washer and dryer.

(I would lurve to have this Electrolux set...In my dreams)

Source

It Doesn't Get Easier

I know I sound like a broken record,

but it's my blog and I don't care.

Today as I was leaving work I hopped on FB,

only to discover another pregnancy announcement.

This marks 6 announcements in the past 7 weeks. 

Just in case you are keeping track! 

That doesn't include everyone else that I know that's pregnant. Just the recent announcements. 

I thought at some point it would get easier to see these.

It doesn't.

In fact, it just gets harder. 

I called Travis on my way to class and told him about the announcement.

He told me he was sorry.

And that these announcements are starting to get to him.

I sometimes forget I'm not the only one wanting a child.

He does too.

I guess I need to stop and think about how this may be affecting him. 

This blows.

I'm fucking over it.

I will be calling the RE tomorrow to schedule an appointment ASAP.

Monday, Monday

1. Holy gas 

Gas prices here are out of control. I know everyone is paying high prices for gas, and I'm sure 

someone is paying more than we are, but as of Friday it was $3.99. I'm sure it's well over $4.00 today..

awesome.

2. Case of the Monday's

The past 3 weeks Monday's have kicked my butt. I'm up at 6am, out the door by 7, at work from 8 to 5, 

head to class which start's at 6pm 'til 10pm and get home around 10:30. It is the longest day.

But, I have realized Tuesday's are far worse than Monday's. I am exhausted after Monday's. Thank God I only have 2 weeks left.

3.Graduation

I ordered my cap and gown this week for graduation. This is too strange. On one hand I am really proud of myself for finishing college and earning my degree, on the other hand I am embarrassed it took me 10 years to graduate.

4.Sangria

I love sangria. This weekend I made my own. It was divine.

I used good ol' $2 buck Chuck from Trader Joes, some pears, strawberries and peaches.

It's the perfect summer drink.

5.DST

I love daylight savings time. I hate losing the hour of sleep, but I love it being light out later. I plan on heading to the beach after work to do some serious walking.

 I would much rather workout on the beach then in a gym.

Weekend Recap

This weekend was fantastic and terrible all at the same time.

Friday night I got off work early and met my boss-friend at Claim Jumper

for drinks and some food.

It was fantastic. 

We had a great time, laughed and got a little buzzed.

Just what I needed!

Travis worked late and by the time he got home I was passed out.

Saturday morning I woke up in the worst pain ever.

My lower back was KILLING me.

The pain was radiating down my back, into my hips and into my legs.

I tried to get up and couldn't move.

I'm not going to lie, I started freaking out a little.

Travis helped me up, I laid on the floor with a heating pad and started calling 

chiropractor's to see if anyone was open on Saturday's. 

After at least 15 phone calls I found someone, who was closing in 10 minutes, 

but was willing to wait for me to get there.

He did some stuff, adjusted this, popped that 

and I left feeling so much better.

We headed home, stopped to grab some lunch at Wahoo's (I don't recommend)

I parked my butt on the couch for the rest of the day, playing on Pinterest.

That evening Travis and I watched The Social Network, it was fantastic.

We also watched Due Date; not so good. 

I love me some Zack Galifianakis, but this movie wasn't that great.

Today we slept in nice and late.

We had lunch together and then Travis was off to work.

I ran some errands, went grocery shopping and did some laundry.

This afternoon was beautiful outside,

 so I opened the windows, blasted the country music and sipped some sangria.

I'm so thankful that the weekend ended with my feeling better 

and being able to enjoy one of my days off.

Here's to a new week!

Irritated

I'm warning you, if you don't want to read anything negative

RUN NOW.

I'm irritated, and I know I shouldn't be. 

But I am.

I'm irritated by the tweets and blogs I keep reading,

detailing how they are sick of being pregnant, 

how badly they want their baby out,

and how sick of their postpartum body they are.

Well, you know what ladies, 

I would do anything to gain weight because there was a baby growing inside of me.

I would appreciate every single kick and jab.

I would love to experience 9 months of pregnancy.

I would also love to "try" for one month, and get a positive pregnancy test.

So next time you want to bitch about how active your baby is, 

or how many times you have been kicked, 

or how none of your jeans fit because you just gave birth,

or how you are 6 weeks pregnant and want your baby here now

shut up.

Appreciate the fact that you can get pregnant, 

enjoy your pregnancy, 

and love your body, because it just created a miracle. 

And not everyone is that lucky. 

 Right now, 

I would do anything to be in your position.

Observations

The girls I nanny for and I have a pass to Legoland, 

so every Thursday we head on down there. 

And every week the same thought comes to mind..

OH.MY.GOSH.

What on earth are some of these people thinking?

For starters, the adults with no children at Legoland, 

I just don't understand it. 

There really isn't anything rad about the place. 

It is most certainly geared towards kids.

There aren't even cool rides. 

I'm not going to lie, I'm creeped out by these people. 

Then there are the people who are wearing the biggest fanny pack I have ever seen.

We are talking brief case sized fanny packs. 

Mixed with safari style hats.

And sandals with velcro. Or hiking boots.

It is not a good look people. 

I haven't seen so many scrunchies in one place since 5th grade.

But they run rampant at Legoland.

This might be one of my favorites.

Today there was a woman who was about 6 or 7 months pregnant

with her little boy who was about 2 years old.

She was wearing pencil thin stilettos.

She was walking like she was in pain, and her "steps" were more like shuffles. 

Gee, I wonder why.

Maybe stilettos at an amusement park were not your brightest idea today lady.

Moral of the story, 

think about where you are going before you get dressed for the day.

Spoiled

I am beyond spoiled when it comes to my "job". 

I get to spend my day's with two gorgeous, hilarious little ladies.

Don't get me wrong, they have their moments. 

They have started perfecting their tantrums, in unison.

 It's good times.

But then they flash me their smile and give me a hug, and everything is right in the world. 

If I wasn't blessed enough to get to watch two amazing kids, 

I really hit the jackpot with their parents. 

I work for the most incredible family. 

It's odd calling them my "boss'" but it's what they are.

More than that though, Kim (their mom) is my friend. 

I really look to her as a friend many times, and she has been an incredible support and wealth of knowledge about all things pcos and getting pregnant. 

I honestly don't know what I would do or how lost I would be without her.

The past few weeks we have started meeting for lunch with the girls,

and it is so nice to have adult conversation.

In addition to them just being rad, they are beyond gracious.

I can't tell you how many times I have received Starbucks or Target gift cards just because. 

Or this week as gas prices soar (currently $3.75 a gallon here) 

they gave me a very generous gas gift card. 

If I need to leave early, it's never a problem.

Or if I need to come in a little late, never a problem.

They are unbelievably easy going.

I seriously hit the job jackpot. 

I will be so sad when the day comes that I no longer work for them. 

How will I ever find a job and bosses that spoil me like they do?

It's never going to happen.

In the meantime, I will enjoy each and every day I have the girls,

because I know this isn't going to last forever.