Do the pelvic rest, alright, alright y'all !!!

I guess the "sex rest" just wasn't enough.

Can you sense my sarcasm?

So, now onto pelvic rest which is just another fancy word for bed rest I do believe.

I started spotting again yesterday.

Maybe I just over did it on the walking.

I wasn't near as upset as I thought I'd be. It was more anger, I was pissed. It's not supposed to be like this.

But I will do whatever it takes to keep my beloved lil' kidney bean safe...

Me and my Gusser's are all cozy and laid up today. I've watched Columbiana so far which was just a spinoff of La Femme Nikita and of The Professional.

Still good but not as good. All I'm gonna say with my most awesome movie review...

225 days to go.

feed me

Nothing taste good. Everything I loved before disgusts me, even Grimaldi's pizza. And the guac at Chipotle and my own cooking most nights.

My beloved Starbucks Thanksgiving Blend coffee tasted like hot dog weiners this morning. I can't even enjoy my cup of joe anymore.

And I'm so hungry.

Last week I ate a whole pineapple for dinner. And just last night ice cream at Braums because well my spaghetti and meat sauce was DISGUSTING!

Weirdly a few items have caught me and my tasters by surprise. Those honey bbq wings at PhD in Dallas over on Davis St. And the Pea Salad at the Cotton Gin in Crandall. Now that's good! I could not get enough...

But...

I'm super thankful my tatses are so outta whack! Because I got to hear the sweetest sound of my life yesterday. My baby's beating heart. Music to my ears. I can't even begin to explain the relief and just pure joy those few seconds brought me.

Our baby is measuring right on time, 7 weeks and 4 days. A whole half inch long with a strong heartbeat.
226 days to go.

Borracho Beans

I'm 6 weeks prego. And the morning sickness has started.

I had forgotten what it was like to feel like you have a hangover all day for an entire week straight. Small frequent meals are key and lot's of water with an occasional coke on ice of course.

I have been keeping this pregnancy a secret for a few weeks from most everyone.

And boy is it hard this week, especially from my work family.

I love me a pot of beans, pinto beans or charro beans. They are even called barracho beans or bean soup in Texas. My brother makes the best beans in the world hands down. I crave them especially lately, something about the warm comforting spicyness. Cilantro, onion, bacon, garlic, jalepeno, tomato just a few of my all time fave things and put all together WOW!

I order a No. 6 with a side of borracho beans and flour tortillas. The boss man gives me the look. Second time in 2 weeks I have ordered the beans.

He KNOWS!

And comments a few seconds later. Wait are you PREGNANT?!

HA! He nailed it and I high fived him.

I'm so glad I don't have to keep that secret anymore.

Everyone is so happy and congratulating.

I am so blessed and happier than I can even begin to explain right now...

baby

Friday, October 5th I went in for my annual "lady part" exam.  I have been off birth control for over a year, we haven't been not, not trying to get pregnant if you know what I mean.

But... I have had that baby fever for a while now. For about 2 years I begged and pleaded and he finally gave in or well I gave in to him. I'm not really sure at this point.

Ideally I didn't want to officially start trying until January after our NYE trip to Walt Disney World. But you can't plan everything.

So, I walked out of the doctors office with a bag full of prenatal vitamin samples and an info sheet on what to and not to do while trying to concieve and after conception.

I also left with confirmation from my sweet lady part doctor that I was in fact ovulating or about to within the next day or two.

A cold front had blew in that weekend, and it was gray outside and raining.

Perfect baby making weather it was.

Shit just got real.

It is starting...

I forgot to lock the front door this morning while I took the monsters to school.

And.

I forgot to brush my teeth.

I call this placenta head.

It's awful. And very real.

I once forgot my sweet brother-in-laws name.

I was hugely pregnant with Leighton, during our first Christmas dinner together as a family way back in 2002. I'm standing in the Turkey line at 1111 Redman Lane. I can even recall what I was wearing.  I was looking right at him. And yes, I forgot his name. I really did.

My mind just went blank.

He knew it to, I think we finally settled on "hey you" get outta my way I need food kind of convo. Poor Josh, I bet he was wondering what in the hell his brother had gotten himself into.

237 more days...

unrefined

Email.

It is a perfectly appropriate super easy way to communicate with teachers. No lost notes, no awkward phone conversations etc.  So, I get an email from my sweet Natalie's 2nd grade teacher.  Not a big deal.

But...

Someone is having a birthday next week and are bringing cupcakes to share with the class.

I panic.

A million excuses are running through my head to avoid going to school and work THAT day.

I have been avoiding birthday parties all summer.  I mean I hate birthday's as it is, so don't take it personally. They are full of disappointment anyways. I categorize them right up there with Christmas, my least favorite holiday. Like ever.

But honestly I could not even begin to deal with my girls disappointment when everyone else was having cake and ice cream.   The last thing I wanna do is drag my kid to a party where everyone is stuffing there faces with food and drink she can't have. Maybe she would handle it fine. Maybe it's really me that has the issue. But whatever.

Anxiously I lay in bed late one night googling a gluten free and vegan bakery in Dallas.  Did I mention I am indeed the worst non-conventional baker that there ever was? Yep, I am awful. But I can make a mean streusel but only because it's mostly oats ha!

I came across a bakery called unrefined. I check out their website and sure enough they are corn free too. I woke up the Mr. and told him all about my findings and that I was going to visit that bakery tomorrow matter of fact. It was even located in Lakewood, not far from us.

I was giddy. I was hopeful. I was gonna get my girl a cupcake that was egg, wheat and corn free and it was going to taste good and be pretty. And she was going to eat cupcakes like everyone else in her class.

See the girl can have dairy and animal products all day long, it's the egg. Vegan is a safe code as well as gluten free category for us. She doesn't have celiac disease or anything like that, just an allergy to wheat and corn and a bunch of other great foods.

I walked into the bakery, it was easy to find. The curb appeal was pretty dang adorable too. I was greeted with confidence.

I ordered up an egg free vanilla cupcake in it's own little brown box with a lid, a loaf of egg free pumpkin bread and a egg free pizza crust. Are you sick of reading "egg free" yet? Me either.

Wish I'd taken more photos but I was too dang excited. There were not cases of baked goods, they keep everything in the back except a small display case on the counter. I hear they have coffee and smoothies too but I was too distracted to even take notice.

I sampled a piece of incredibly soft yeasty bread while I was there. The girl is used to frozen rice flour based bread and well toast and grilled cheese is the extent of her sliced goodness. I'll have to save that purchase for another day. The Mr. may ban me from this bakery, gotta play it cool on the checkbook my first trip.

As I was leaving I told the lady I loved her. I left with tears in my eyes. True story.

I couldn't wait to share the goodies with my family when I got home. I could barely contain my excitement.

The pumpkin bread was delicious, not as good as my mine of course but for what it's lacking you'd never know it.

The pizza crust was crispy and satisfying and best of all I didn't have to venture out for pizza night clear across town. Or fail miserably and make a mess of my kitchen not to mention spend a gazillion dollars on ingredients I was just going to mess up anyways.

Did I mention they were dairy free too? Well, they are mostly anyways.

It's Doughnuts with Dad at school later this week. Fried dough, I think I can handle.

Maybe, just maybe I am cursed.

I'm not one to complain about the small stuff. I like to think I'm pretty laid back and tend to just roll with it if you will.

But lately, this shit has really added up. Or maybe I'm just starting to take notice in all the lameness lately. Today alone has me wondering about all that bad karma that may be finally catching up with me. Slowly but surely.

It all started one Saturday morning innocently enough.

Just last week... A quick Starbucks run inside a Tom Thumb turned out to be the worst half hour and 2 coffees of my life. We'll except that one coffee shop in Forney, Lazy J's. I have given that place quite a few chances and to be honest I can make a better cup of Joe at the Shell down the street. The kinda joint you walk out of smelling like a freaking fried burrito straight outta the Texas State Fair kinda fried smelly. Ew.

And the lameness continues...

Starbucks changed their gold rewards. No more free talls with a pound of coffee purchase and they have started charging for soy!

See lame. Pretty much the whole reason I even go.

I ordered a scentsy sugar scented room spray.

I got sugar cookie.

The Mr. ordered a caesar salad and gets a regular side salad.

Argues with me then the cute cashier.

And.

Gives up. Can't argue with stupid.

I sold something on FTE today, and the lady shorts me a dollar. And of course I notice after the fact.

See what I mean by it all adding up?

And a few more incidents I don't care to even mention because if you know me. Well then you know already.

Maybe I just expect too much from people? Nah...

But my girl did get picked for cheer captain this week. I'm so proud of her! I have so much to be thankful for. And the weather is pretty fabulous too.

This curse crap or bad karma or whatever the hell this is needs to get the f on already...