Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Update on Rushing

I have 4 days left of being in my 20's and am really trying to get this "no rushing through life" thing started before it becomes my real New Year's Resolution on November 21. And I will say, I think I've made progress. I keep catching myself rushing and I stop, take a deep breath and try to slow down. Not sure if its the pregnancy or what, but it doesn't take much to get my heart racing so its a good reminder to stop and breathe.

I've been getting awful headaches every day and can't figure out anything that will help them. Tylenol is about all I can take so I've been taking that, but it only takes the edge off. They say headaches are common during pregnancy, and since I've had them my whole life, I guess they are just having a heyday now that I've got hormones surging through my body!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

New Year's Resolution

I realized something last night over dinner: I am turning THIRTY in a week and a half. I’ve known for several years that I will be turning thirty this year but it somehow crept up on me none-the-less. What a shock!

As I was brushing my teeth last night, I decided to make a new year’s resolution for this next year of my life. If I had to guess, I would say I’ve spent 85% of my life rushing. Not because I’m late, I’m actually very punctual. But for some reason, I do everything in fast forward. If I’m brushing my teeth, I’m trying to multitask and put on my shoes, find jewelry and ½ a dozen other things so I don’t “waste time.” If I’m driving, I rush. Even if it means I’m 15 minutes early to something, I still rush to get there. When I watch a tv show, I get up during every commercial and load the dishwasher, change the laundry, lay out clothes for the next day, just to “do” something.

Its been this way as long as I can remember but I want to find a way to de-program that out of my life this next year. Maybe having a baby will help. Maybe it will make it harder. I don’t know. But I do know that rushing just makes me uptight and feeling like there is always something else I “should” be doing to make my time worthwhile.

Kyle is the exact opposite and I hope to somehow learn from his unhurried ways. I am convinced that life would be more pleasant if I was not in a constant rush to get through it.

Friday, October 29, 2010


I'm wanting to start blogging consistently but the only things I can think to blog about are how sick I've been with morning sickness... So that's where I'll start and see if I can branch off from there.

I have hit several "lows" during the last 7 weeks of morning-noon-and-night sickness and I keep thinking they are too gross to post. But one is particularly noteworthy, since I think it helped me with my extreme phobia to germs.

Kyle and I drove to Indiana for a wedding and stopped in Columbus, OH to see his sister afterward. Then we drove through Lexington, KY to have lunch with friends, and on down to Knoxville, TN before coming home. It was so nice to see so many friends but I had never been so sick in all my life. I would have paid anything or done anything to be out of the car. I have these great little doggy bags that you're supposed to use to pick up after your dog. I use them for vomit. The whole 5 days in the car, Kyle would drive and I would vomit into my doggy bag, tie it off, and put it in the floorboard until our next stop. But in Muncie, IN, I was desperately sick and needed to go to the bathroom, if you know what I mean.

I told Kyle to pull over immediately, which happened to be at a Shell gas station. I ran in, and to my dismay, it was a one-seater bathroom for men and women. And it was locked. After a minute, a giant, fat, ugly man came out, freeing up the bathroom for me. By this time, I was beyond desperate and ran in, locked the door and sat down- right on the toilet. No toilet paper, no hovering, just plopped down on the seat. It was at this moment that I realized I was going to throw up, too and I had to grab the dingy, plastic trashcan from the corner. It was the kind with a swivel lid, so I had to use my hand to hold the sticky, grimy lid down to throw up in it!

In any other circumstance, you could not have paid me to touch anything in that bathroom, but that day, I was forced to face my germaphobia and dive right in to the cesspool that was the Shell bathroom.

Monday, October 18, 2010

3rd Grade Science Lesson

Some of the kids at church are starting to find out that I’m pregnant. After finding out my news last Wednesday night, one of the 3rd grade boys came up to me and told me he knows how people get pregnant. I was afraid I was in for a very awkward conversation or else news about the stork bringing babies.

The boy said, “Everyone has an egg inside of them. And then, these little swimmy things, I think they’re called swerms, crack the egg open and go inside and make a baby.” What do you say to that?! I told him he was exactly right.