where in heavens have you been??

in bed. in the bathroom and sitting next to a bucket would easily sum up my GPS location.

If someone had been by my side the last few weeks, they would assume I would have been blogging about it.I mean, where do i begin??

I was deciding what to release out of this brain of mine.
My feelings. Deep. Raw feelings about the football season and how that greatly affects my marriage on a weekly basis. My tivo selections are on the back burner. I could praise my tolerance? Or how great it can be to have a husband obsessed with not missing a game… its great when you use it to your advantage. Hours of shopping with no interruption. I love football season.

Or should I give you insight on to how much the early stage of pregnancy sucks. It’s not beautiful at all. If I hear one more person say how pleased they are that im sick because that apparently means a healthy baby.. I will aim my puke towards their feet.jk. well.. kinda :) Maybe when you see the baby’s heart beat on a screen for 2 minutes your heart skips but that’s pretty much it. I can’t wait to have this baby in my arms!!!!!!! But I admit.. if I have to bear this sucky stuff so they baby doesn’t… its worth it. can you imagine...


your starving.. so you you eat this delicious meal and minutes later... before you can count to 10 it all moves up and out.. now.. this is not like it once was. this would happen to me once a day .... then i reached the 3-4 times a day. it was very upsetting. and i was left with a disgusting taste in my mouth and hungry..


I’m not sure if you still went to Wal-Mart [31st street temple] if there would be traces of my vomit. I puked in Wal-Mart. I couldn’t help it!!! I tried!!! Boohoo I tried… but it was those darn can food lanes… who needs those stinky lane? Besides campers, cooks and people ignoring the fresh for the canned version. But besides all of them… who needs canned foods?
I can’t quite tell if my senses are just on the rise or one or more of those cans was exposed… leaking its smelly self.

Oohhh the inhumanity of being so weak in a public place. It was awful.


Each time I visit the doctor I have to walk into the OB section, they provide I clear large cup for me to pee and then I have to carry this cup to my room. It’s a fairly long walk and I always get stopped by people I know or Mahan’s colleagues. Super embarrassing.

I’m napping a lot like im back in kindergarten, puking like I have food poisoning and crying.. ohhhhh crying like everyday is a scene from the notebook movie.

Its tears that come out of NO WHERE … luckily last for 2 minutes and then im happy again. Mahan finds this ALL hilarious!