Bloggity blog.

I came across my first blog* about 1 1/2 years ago and that first blog opened the door to reading others. During that time I was pregnant with my little girl and it was so nice to actually hear women speak truthfully about their kids and their lives, I absolutely love it.

For months I’ve been thinking about starting my own blog** but kept putting it off. I used to love writing but hadn’t done it in so long. Finally I said screw it and on July 2nd this site was “born”.

I know I have a lot to learn in the bloggity world*** and there’s also some technical things that have me perplexed. I just can’t think of what they are right now since my little girl is downstairs with my hubby and she’s screaming. It’s making my brain melt.

It’s so cheesy but I’m really hoping to find my “voice” with this blog and I know I’m not anywhere near that right now. What I have in my head hasn’t been translating the way I want it to on this site….yet. So basically what I’m trying to say is bear with me well you really don’t have to. It’s not like I’m going to tie you to a chair and make you read my rambling thoughts. I’ll leave it at that because my daughter is still screaming and having a tantrum so my brain has shut. down.

*The first blog I ever read was Anne Nahm and for however long she posts, I’ll read it.

**I’m still playing around with the way this site looks so it might change in the next week.

***If someone can tell me how to put links in my blog posts, I will love you forever. You will be the wind beneath my wings.

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I Heart My Daughter.

As soon as I found out I was pregnant I knew it was a girl. Before I even found out I was preggers I should have known something was up since I LOVE chocolate but wanted things that were lemony instead. Me pass up chocolate?…never. I was craving citrus and all things fruity. My mom even told me that’s what she craved when she was pregnant with me so I was convinced it was a girl.

Then when I was about 4 months along I started craving beef and horror movies. That’s when I thought maybe I was wrong and I was having a boy instead. So when my hubby and I went for my 20 week ultrasound, we couldn’t wait to find out what we were having. But alas the little babe was being shy so we had to wait another 4 looong weeks to find out the sex. At this point I was going against my instinct by thinking it was definitely a boy.

When I look back though, I think a lot of it had to do with the whole men want a son to do all those manly man things with. I’m not saying all men think like that, but it kinda sorta seems that way. In my hormonal thinking, I was worried that my hubby wouldn’t care about our baby as much or be as enthusiastic if it was a girl. So when we found out that yes we were having a girl, and I should never doubt my instincts, I remember holding my breath just waiting for my hubby’s reaction. He seemed fine with the revelation although in the back of my mind I was still worried.

Then our daughter was born and, WOW, she has him wrapped around her finger. I couldn’t ask for a better father to my daughter. Growing up I watched my stepdad be an armchair dad. He would always bark orders at my mom from his lazy boy chair when it came to dealing with my little sister…and everything else for that matter. But my hubby is so hands on with our little girl and she just adores him. Since I didn’t have the best experiences and that’s an understatement with my biological dad or stepdad, I feel like my heart is finally on the mend when I see my hubby with our beautiful little girl.

The little girl.

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Where Art Thou Brain?

When I was pregnant my brain stopped working, it just went poof. While I was reading baby books including What To Expect and Let’s Freak You Out About All The Things That Can Go Wrong In Your Pregnancy, I came across the term “pregnancy brain”. Woo Hoo I thought, I’m not going more mental than I already am. I would do things like make a phone call and while it was ringing, forget who I was even calling. Wait….I did that even before I was pregnant.

Anyway the one preggo brain thing I did that stands out since I can’t remember most of the others is when I decided to make dinner. I am not a cook in any way, shape, or form so this was monumental. I just don’t like it and when I do cook there’s a lot of swearing and yelling.

After I baked my cheese enchiladas and had them sitting on the stove, I was impatiently waiting for the spanish rice. The rabid pregnancy hunger was creeping up on me like a sledgehammer. Every minute I waited for that damn rice seemed like an hour. Finally, ding!, the rice was done. I took the lid off with fork in hand and saw that for the last 15 minutes I had been simmering water….yes. just. water.

So after I actually put the rice in and triple checked just to make sure, I waited another 15 minutes. While I waited again, my rabid hunger was at its peak so I had a pre-dinner dinner. What? I was eating for 2. After I had my daughter I couldn’t wait to get my brain back. 14 months later, I’m still waiting.

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