She asked it just like that too when she put two and two together. I'm crafty...and Mormon. Let the stereotyping begin! Let's not forget she asked if I could sew too. (note: this all happened today)
I have to admit I've failed in any craft showing up on my blog. I've mostly just talked about them. It's kind of tragic actually. Travis and I reupholstered a rocking chair, but that only showed up on facebook. In my defense though, our free computer does not have an sd card reader.
I'll do my best to discuss and maybe go to the library to update on my latest crafts. I can just post pictures and tiny explanations since most of them aren't particularly difficult do-it-yourself activities. Mostly mod podge, hot glue, free stuff, fabric, and other likely crafts. Unfortunately, I can't discuss the latest homemade Christmas gifts. I can only repin mass amounts of crafts to hide which ones I actually plan on doing.
Don't you just love Christmas. The music. The lights. Christ. The love. The giving. It's all so wonderful! I oppose real life Grinch's. So forgive me if I snub you when you complain of the music, or ignore you when you complain that holidays are too drawn out or commercial. Negativity is in my head about as long as your unheard cries. 1 second. I listen like the sensible person, and then I ignore you. Don't you just LOVE that one time of year you can be overly pleasant for no apparent reason.
In family news, I had a dream that my mom flew in unexpectedly and texted me that she was at the Denver Airport and would love to be picked up. It made me wanna cry. I can feel the baby kick ALL THE TIME. It's awesome, and weird. Let me add that while I write this our parakeet takes it upon himself to viciously attack Travis' feet. He gets weirdly aggressive on rare occasion. And he's not afraid to attack a foot, or elbow flap. Maybe it's a pathetic grooming attempt. I don't know, but since Travis has been home and not working Buster has been quite loving and affectionate. He even let me reach over and pet him while he was on his cage. Usually he's most aggressive on his cage, his zone I suppose.
Till next time. Maybe crafts will appear next post. Over and Out
-Heather Rand and baby bump.
p.s. for the first time a stranger in public asked me when I was due. WOO! I'm now obviously pregnant. Not bad for 13 weeks till the due date.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Temper + Mental = Temperamental?
"It doesn't seem quite fair to accuse your hormones of causing every bloat, blemish, and emotional outburst during your pregnancy. But the truth is that this potent cocktail of chemicals really is guilty as charged, and everything that's happening to your body these days - both the good, and the not-so-good - can be pinned on them." Courtesy of Whattoexpect.com
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. . And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
Logical is a trait I've taken great care to foster in myself. If you knew me in High School you would see how easily I could talk myself calm after even the worst break up. Simply because I knew my husband would be that much better for me. Which is something I told myself and made true. *Remember that teen girls* Now logic is a foreign concept to my mentality. I've counted and it's a good day when I don't cry more than two or three times. These tears don't have to mean anything, but it's getting ridiculous. I shouldn't be crying over the fact that I want rolls. I shouldn't cry over my hair being trimmed differently than the last girl did it. And I most definitely shouldn't cry because Travis didn't lotion me with a full body massage right (the full body massage inclusion is the result of my imagination when he says sure I'll help your dry skin). I should be grateful I have a man willing to lotion me up without any reward other than a thanks.
Feedback would be greatly appreciated because I'm beginning to wonder if I need anti-crazy pills. Last time I felt this out of control of my emotions I was prescribed anti-depressants. Which would make me feel like a wonderful mom taking those during pregnancy.
Good news is I'm 14 weeks till the due date. Hopefully, 14-16 weeks till I have my wonderful bundle of adorable joy. And not to brag, but I need to dwell on some good things, my waist is only.....drum roll....(look away if you don't wanna know) around 36" at the widest point. Thank heavens I'm my tiny mother's daughter. I'm hoping to break forty for the sake of the baby gaining the weight she needs.
Sincerely,
-Crazy Pregnant Version of Heather
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
All I hear about from everyone, including my overly supportive parents, is how "normal" all these mood swings are. Frankly, I'm so sick of the word normal. One minute I'm glowing in the perfection of a clean apartment and a husband willing to do the dishes. Fifteen minutes later I'm crying about the fact that I want Casa Ole and nothing comes close to the tex-mex franchise here in Colorado. Not to mention my anti-social tendencies that have sprung up as of late. People I normally adore are getting the cold shoulder for reasons I'm completely unaware of. People I normally have no personal problem with easily push me to the point of saying mean things. . And if you know me, you know I typically either don't think mean thoughts, or I keep them in my head. Not anymore. If you really want to know what I think just follow me around for a few minutes. Literally, I leave the room if I'm getting bored, anxious, annoyed, or that B word I loathe.
Logical is a trait I've taken great care to foster in myself. If you knew me in High School you would see how easily I could talk myself calm after even the worst break up. Simply because I knew my husband would be that much better for me. Which is something I told myself and made true. *Remember that teen girls* Now logic is a foreign concept to my mentality. I've counted and it's a good day when I don't cry more than two or three times. These tears don't have to mean anything, but it's getting ridiculous. I shouldn't be crying over the fact that I want rolls. I shouldn't cry over my hair being trimmed differently than the last girl did it. And I most definitely shouldn't cry because Travis didn't lotion me with a full body massage right (the full body massage inclusion is the result of my imagination when he says sure I'll help your dry skin). I should be grateful I have a man willing to lotion me up without any reward other than a thanks.
Feedback would be greatly appreciated because I'm beginning to wonder if I need anti-crazy pills. Last time I felt this out of control of my emotions I was prescribed anti-depressants. Which would make me feel like a wonderful mom taking those during pregnancy.
Good news is I'm 14 weeks till the due date. Hopefully, 14-16 weeks till I have my wonderful bundle of adorable joy. And not to brag, but I need to dwell on some good things, my waist is only.....drum roll....(look away if you don't wanna know) around 36" at the widest point. Thank heavens I'm my tiny mother's daughter. I'm hoping to break forty for the sake of the baby gaining the weight she needs.
Sincerely,
-Crazy Pregnant Version of Heather
Monday, November 5, 2012
Girly dinos
I wish I could theme my daughters room with pink and purple dinosaurs. We are getting really excited about all kinds of girly things over here. Ruffle bloomers being at the top of the list. I can feel her kick now and it's wonderful. It's mostly when I sit, but she is quite the active baby already. I can just imagine this little girl screaming and running up and down a hallway. Lord, bless me with the energy to handle it.
I keep turning to Travis and telling him traits I hope she has. Mostly, those Meredith eyes. I want the tear drop shaped, big blue beauties. I won't be disappointed though if she ends up with some recessive genes like my mom's brown eyes, or a big white birthmark. In fact, I think a big white birthmark will be awesome! I'm pretty excited just to have this baby actually.
23 weeks and counting. Which is in my mind, 17 weeks till I have a baby. A few times, I have been asked how far along I am and I have to think. All I see is 17 weeks left, everyone else in the world wants how far have you gone. Then there are those people who say things like, "most first born come a few weeks late." "she'll probably be late.". For you people, I honestly wanna punch you in the face. I actually wanna swat your hands and tell you that your belly touching privilege is not a right. It's a privilege that I am so friendly and allow you to touch me. Let me count down, and you keep those kinda negative things to yourself or suffer the consequences of a hormonal, pregnant woman.
Knowing that hormones are the cause when I'm thinking crazy lady thoughts does not diminish the fact that I'm thinking meanly or saying things in that tone I loathe. That "I'm so agitated by your existence" tone. I will control my anger, I'm all talk most of the time. So if you're worried any negativity will alienate you from my life, don't be. I'm pretty chill even when my mind is not sound.
On the topic of belly touching, I've noticed the people who I would be most comfortable touching my belly are the people least likely to do so. Odd. I have very polite family and friends. They almost always ask.
Now I'm off to vote. I don't want my daughter to think I skimp on my duties as a U.S. citizen. This is after all a Constitutional Republic.
-Heather Rand and Baby Bean
I keep turning to Travis and telling him traits I hope she has. Mostly, those Meredith eyes. I want the tear drop shaped, big blue beauties. I won't be disappointed though if she ends up with some recessive genes like my mom's brown eyes, or a big white birthmark. In fact, I think a big white birthmark will be awesome! I'm pretty excited just to have this baby actually.
23 weeks and counting. Which is in my mind, 17 weeks till I have a baby. A few times, I have been asked how far along I am and I have to think. All I see is 17 weeks left, everyone else in the world wants how far have you gone. Then there are those people who say things like, "most first born come a few weeks late." "she'll probably be late.". For you people, I honestly wanna punch you in the face. I actually wanna swat your hands and tell you that your belly touching privilege is not a right. It's a privilege that I am so friendly and allow you to touch me. Let me count down, and you keep those kinda negative things to yourself or suffer the consequences of a hormonal, pregnant woman.
Knowing that hormones are the cause when I'm thinking crazy lady thoughts does not diminish the fact that I'm thinking meanly or saying things in that tone I loathe. That "I'm so agitated by your existence" tone. I will control my anger, I'm all talk most of the time. So if you're worried any negativity will alienate you from my life, don't be. I'm pretty chill even when my mind is not sound.
On the topic of belly touching, I've noticed the people who I would be most comfortable touching my belly are the people least likely to do so. Odd. I have very polite family and friends. They almost always ask.
Now I'm off to vote. I don't want my daughter to think I skimp on my duties as a U.S. citizen. This is after all a Constitutional Republic.
-Heather Rand and Baby Bean
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