9 months

I'm pretty sure I'm the worst pregnant blogger out there. 
I don't even remember the last time I did a pregnancy update.
Honestly because I don't feel like it, and taking pictures of this big belly isn't the most flattering thing so...they don't usually happen. hah!
BUTTTT, my mom MADE (which resulted in the edited photo for this post...you've been warned) me the other day so she could show all of her friends on facebook, which by the way, everyone says, "OMG YOU DON'T HAVE A FACEBOOK?!" 
umm no.
facebook schmacebook.
no thanks.
yuck.
SOOOOO...anyway.

Here I am at 36 weeks! that's like 270+ days which means I have 26 more days to go. 
And as for why I've edited myself to look like a bee farmer/florist? 
I have no idea.
It just seemed like the right thing to do.
I'm sure you can tell how enthused I am to have my picture taken at this point. 
HATE IT.
ugh.
Just a little side note? 
"They" tell you about the pregnancy symptoms like the morning sickness, the groin pain, the hair growth, the weird food aversions but what they DON'T tell you is how completely and horrifically you become OBSESSED with the way your arms and legs look. 
This cottage cheese has GOT TO GO. 
It was not invited to this little shindig but somehow showed up and is staying.
disgusting.
ORRRR how your hair won't cooperate no matter how much product you put in it. 
I'm not sure where this wild mane came from but it's not what I'm used to hence the extremely flattering farmer's hat. 
NOW, to say all of that, I now say how amazing this pregnancy really has been. 

I haven't really had a bad pregnancy overall. 
Yea, I just complained about stupid crap BUT I'm human and it felt good to get it out. 
So, it really just comes down to the fact that I'm ready to meet my sweet baby girl. :)

ONWARD TO THE PREGNANCY UPDATE!

How far along? 36 weeks and 2 days, yo! that means 26 days left! yeauh buddy!
How big is baby? my doctor said she believes she's 6 1/2 pounds..which means if she continues to gain a pound a week then...holy bologna she will be 10 1/2 pounds...please read with horrific shock as my mind goes straight to an image of pushing out a 10 1/2 pound baby..........

How I’m feeling? tired, moody, happy, anxious, pissed off about this groin pain that stops me in my tracks. 
Weight? I've gained a total of 20 pounds so far. I'm hoping to only gain 25 total.
How I’m changing? well these here boobs? I'd be more excited about the porn star quality as of late if they weren't resting on a belly when I sit down. That's just...weird. Also, for the past week or so I've had this crazy amount of groin pain like I did the splits (HA! that's funny.) without stretching. It's not so much excruciating as it is annoying and then occasionally it catches me off guard and feels like my sweet little innocent baby has a knife and is stabbing the shiz out of my groin. Not cool Syl, not cool. :)  
What I miss? I'm not even going to lie. I miss beer. I miss margaritas. I miss being able to see my hooha. Not that I really need to, but what's the saying? You don't know what you had until it's gone? Well to make it more applicable, I don't remember what the heck it looks like and it's on my body so I want to see it.

I miss just getting out of bed like a normal person. 
I miss running. Don't mistake this for "I'm an avid runner". I just miss actually running around in the yard by myself for no reason. it's a sight. 
Symptoms? Braxton Hicks all day urr day. groin pain, extreme exhaustion.
Cravings? actually nothing really..food isn't my friend right now. everything tastes the same.

Food Aversions? nothing spicy. GOD FORBID SPICY FOODS! they turn me into the hulk at night. no bueno.
Highlights this week? swimming in our cute little 3 foot pool last night that we got a few weeks ago. :) it was extremely relaxing and made this belly weightlesssssss. it was amazingggg. And it gave me and the hubarooni some time to just relax and talk to each other. Something that we really haven't been able to do due to the hustle and bustle of everything lately. So it was the BEST. 

5 through ten on 5/10.

Clever, I know.
For blog every day in May I figured, hey, there aren't any rules really so let's dig in.
So here's day 5 through ten:

Day 5, Sunday: Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends. What makes them great? Why do you love them? If you don't have blogger friends, talk about a real-life friend or even a family member

So, if you don't know or missed it somehow, I'm totally in love with my blogger BFF Kristen.
For starters she's hilarious.
And our future babies are bffs.

Day 6, Monday: If you couldn't answer with your job, how would you answer the question, 'what do you do'?


I pay the bills for our facility, performance improvement projects, coordinate projects for our insurance companies, eat nutella and apples, random stuff that doesn't even fall into any job description. I'm kind of the "catch all" if you will.


Day 7, Tuesday: The thing(s) you're most afraid of


I'm afraid of losing my husband. Like to the max. I couldn't do it without him..EVER.
I honestly don't know how I did it before him. I don't think I was really living. I wasn't happy.
He brings out the best in me. :)

Day 8, Wednesday: A piece of advice you have for others. Anything at all.

DO YOU. And by that I mean don't ever try to be someone else. Don't be someone you're not just so someone will like you. Especially in a relationship. I pick my nose, cry randomly, have mood swings and don't like keeping my closet clean. And I don't hide that. I have before in previous relationships with guys. I've tried to hide all of my flaws which in turn ended up making me extremely unhappy. I wasn't being myself. With Jason, he gets the REAL me and you know what? He loves it. And we're happy.
So just be yourself.
Another way of explaining "do you" would be to not worry about other people's bullshit. I have a LOTTTT of experience in this area over the last 3 years being married to Jason. And it's not Jason if you catch my drift. *ahem*babymommadrama*ahem
So instead of falling trap to that and attending every argument, confrontation or "crisis" you're invited to, simply decline and DO YOU. And this goes for ANY relationship.
I PROMISE, you'll be much happier.

Day 9, Thursday: A moment in your day (this can be just a photo or both a photo and words)

This is Kali.
With her daddy.
She loves morning snuggles. Actually anytime snuggles.

Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.

Sooo..is it weird that I'm drawing a blank here? 
I honestly can't think of something that's embarrassed me? 
I truly think being so clumsy has made me just accept these "embarrassing" moments just as a part of life. 
Am I coping out? maaaybe. 
But seriously. I'm drawing a blank..
But HEY! LOOK! I'm up to speed! 
Heck YESSSS!!!

Happy Friday lovies :)

coursing through my veins

via 

There are so many things in life that can challenge us. 

The past, baggage, damage whether to you or done by you.

There is also the anxiety of the future. 

Of what's to come and not knowing.

I find myself thinking a LOT about the future. 

About what lies before me. 

Being Sylvie's mom.

Her source of necessity and her first encounters of so many things.

But this quote. 

It gives me peace.

It reminds me that no matter what baggage I carry 

or what scars I deal with on a daily basis,

or what I'm afraid of about the future,

they are tiny matters compared to what lies WITHIN me.

Whatever I face, I have what it takes to do just that.

Face it and deal with it.

I've learned so many things from being a stepmom but one of the most important things that I continue to learn and struggle with is to find humor in crisis. 

To find some kind of comic relief in the midst of chaos. 

Sure, it's easy to get angry or overwhelmed.

But it's also dangerous. 

I've been down that road. 

I've been stuck in that city.

Turmoil and depression is not something that I want running through my veins.

I don't want to be that kind of person. 

The one who people steer away from.

The one where people walk on eggshells around.

I've been there, done that. 

I want joy and love coursing through these veins. 

So much that it pours out on everyone that comes into contact with me.

Especially Sylvie. 

I want her first encounters not to be perfect but to be beautiful. 

I want her to be able to smile for no reason.

To love being with her mom and dad.

To find that what lies within her has so much more magnitude than anything she would have to deal with.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks Ralph, you always seem to know what to say. :)

By the way, this is day 4 :)

every day in May

 

 

urr day in may SMASH UP

Happy. Yucky. Monday.

Since I started the blog every day in May challenge, I figured it's only appropriate that I continue to be late but at least smash a few days together :)
So here goes Day 2 and 3 even though it's literally Day 6.

Day 2 is educate us on something you know a lot about or are good at<-- yikes..
Day 3 is things that make you uncomfortable <-- this one will be easy.


as far as something I know a lot about or I'm good at, I'm known as a jack of all trades but master at none.
I dabble in a lot of things but never really skill into one thing?
So instead of taking a serious approach, allow me to make myself feel less awkward and go with something funny.
I know how to scare the crap out of myself. 
I'm ridiculously good at it. 
taking a shower by myself at home and hear a noise? 
There's a serial killer on the lose and she/he's at my house, has slaughtered all of my dogs and now she/he's waiting for me to turn the water off. 
Need more proof? Okay, I wake up in the middle of the night (this is more often than I like these days..something to do with a baby?) and I hear a noise. A murderer is in my house and is under the bed somehow waiting for me to get out of bed then he/she will grab my foot and drag me under.  
Here's another one. It's late and I'm getting in the car and there's of course gotta be a murderer in my back seat waiting on me since I got out of the car. Somehow he/she got in with the doors being locked and all windows still being in tact.
So what do I do? 
think of scenarios in which I kick the murderer's tail by either way of some serious ninja moves or whatever "weapon" I think will work. 
Are my thoughts unreasonable and over the top?
Maaaybe. 
Could it happen?
YES.
Will I be prepared?
ABSO-freaking-LUTELY. 
There's a reason why Tucker has already said he wants to be with me if something crazy ever happens like that. It's legit. 
I have a B(ad).A(ss). Degree.

Now that I've made you think I'm completely out of my mind and probably baffled, let's move on to things that make ME uncomfortable. :)

1. people who think it's okay to talk very insanely close to me. 
I have a bubble and I like my bubble. If you are not invited inside my bubble, please do not come in. 
2. strangers asking me personal pregnancy questions....
I'm okay with due date, gender and even explaining Sylvie's name when asked but asking me anything more personal like symptoms, if the nursery's ready, what hospital I'm using, etc. is like me asking you if you've pooped today. Which is weird. So for real, next stranger that I do not know that asks me something personal about my pregnancy other than above said things, I'm asking you about your bowel movements. You've been warned.
3. being complimented.
I just get all weird and embarrassed. Even when Jason does it. which I should be used to by now because he does it EVERY single day. yes, I have the sweetest husband EVER. :)       
4. crowds. 
OHH MYLANTA, crowds. I get flustered and feel closed in and have to get the heck out of it.

And this concludes another episode of blog every day in May :)

     

may 3rd. check it.

 So I haven't really been in the mood for blogging lately. I know shocker. I suck. :)
But blah blah anyway..
I saw this challenge and thought "HMMM...I think I could do that" plus, she says that the blogging police won't arrest me if I don't actually follow through.
My kind of commitment.

 blog every day in May

So obviously I missed the first and second day so how about we just get crazy and start at day one and go from there? 

holla.

Day one is the story of my life in 250 words. 

Aight, check it. 

How I got my name: My mom was pooping while looking through the Bible for baby names. (you know you do it too) It must’ve been a quick drop off because my name is from Genesis. ;) 

My parents are still married and in love and I have one sister named Colby. Yes after the cheese.

I grew up pretty typical, nothing too crazy..only one trip to the ER. At the age of 3 when I thought it would be a good idea to climb up the monkey bars and across only to land on the ground somehow with a stick through my lip. Coolest scar EVER. 

I started Kenpo Karate at the age of 4 and got my first degree black belt at the age of 12.

Sort of…a badass? Ehhh..YES.

Went to public school, ran track and was in ROTC for 2 years. Talk about holy popular kid club. NOT.

I’ve worked ever since I could legally. I’ve been a gift wrapper at a boutique, sushi chef, waitress, receptionist, nanny etc, etc.

After high school I attended the U of M here in Memphis for 3 years for interior architecture with a minor in art.

Jason falls in the story around this time. J

Started working full time at a pharmacy and was married at the age of 20 and inherited 2 stellar kids from Jason’s previous hell marriage.

Now my lovey and I are pregnant with a baby girl!

Random: I got my nose pierced when I was 18, 3 days after I moved out (my dad wouldn’t allow me to while I was living at home). Rebel? Naaa.

I have 3 tattoos and plan on more. Next one is with Jason.

I’m thinking his name on my neck would be PERFECT. Or on my butt. Who knows…