A Baby Story. I have this strange love for it.

I don't know if anyone else has noticed this, but there is nothing on tv between 1 and 2 p.m. This leads me to watch A Baby Story on TLC. When the show ends, I have many hours to contemplate what I've seen and by the time Josh gets home, I am very vocal (big surprise, huh) about my opinion on things.

Thank God that he's patient and nods and smiles at the appropriate times. That's why I love him. ;)

When it's cold outside

More rules that I was reminded of today:
* No flip flops once it gets cold.
* A jacket must be worn outside at all times. As well as thick socks, shoes, and whatever other outerwear is deemed necesary.

Only a crazy person thinks they can come between me and my flip flops.

Sneaky Like A Hippo

I just realized that I'm guessing that one of those rules will be that I'm not allowed to have any Cherry Coke til after the fact. Sad sad sad.

I'll just have to be sneaky about it. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, we all know how good I am at that.

Rules, shmules.

It is so hard not to get your hopes up. I'm trying to keep an "it is what it is" attitude, but we'll see how far that goes. Secretly though, my heart is hopeful ;)

Josh came up with more rules.

*No standing on anything. EVER. (In my defense, sometimes I just like to know what it feels like to see things from higher than 5'9"...)

There were others that I wish I had written down when he said them, but of course I didn't. Mostly because I was telling him that the first time that he leaves me alone for an extended period of time, I was going to break all the rules.

*Some rules from forever ago include that I'm not allowed to leave the F-M area at all while pregnant, unless I'm with someone. (A chaperone!) Apparently, my chances of being one of those pregnant people stranded or driven off the road are higher than those of your average pregnant person.

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