Rules were meant to be broken

I'm a freak for music ~ this is no secret.

Last night I was telling Josh that if we went to Lakeville a day early, we could go to see Secondhand Serenade. He says "eh..." I told him that it could be fun and he says "You could be pregnant by then and pregnant women don't need to be gallivanting around at three concerts in one week." I know when he says this he means me, not just any pregnant woman in general.

Later, he started to lay down the pregnancy rules ~ there's only a couple now, but I anticipate that the list will grow.

1. I have a 10 p.m. curfew ~ pregnant women need their sleep. I must be home by 9:50, regardless of the event.

2. 3 meals must be eaten per day. At least two good meals must be eaten if I plan on eating ice cream that day.

3. Vitamins must be taken every day. No forgetting.

Least I'm not the only one

I realize Josh is serious about us starting a family. I just didn't realize that he's been sort of obsessing just as much as I.

He's researched vitamins for himself to take. He says we're not taking any chances since we are hoping for a due date that falls after the school year.

Josh reading up on "prenatal" vitamins for himself and buying what looks like a 3 year supply = sooooo cute.

A Love Letter

Dear Birth Control~
I miss you.

I had forgotten how often I got migraines before you came along. I'd also forgotten how much they hurt and how sick I would get from them. I realize that you couldn't prevent them completely but at least I always knew when I could probably be getting one.

Without you, my cycle was all over the place. I am not happy to be going back to that craziness.

So, PLEASE, if you have any cousins that can regulate my migraines and when I bleed to death, please send the my way. SOON!

I look forward to you returning to my life, just not until after we have a baby!

Love,
M