sometimes I rant.

When I uploaded that photo all that came to mind was "feeling large and in charge!" Holy hannah! Where did that belly come from?! I've truly been slacking in the blogging department lately. A lot has been going on around here and if I'm honest, it is stressful with a capital S. With Kristofer putting in his two weeks at his CNA job, preparing for his trip to New York, and leaving for his new job in Salt Lake City right after that, you can say most of my time has been going into making sure everything will go smoothly when the time comes to pack this place up and head down to our new place. Not to mention putting in my three weeks at work, researching my new hospital I will be delivering at ONE month after we move, finding a new doctor. . .for my last month of pregnancy, getting our new place put together enough for things to feel at home when we bring our little guy home. Which for me includes setting up his nursery, setting up our living room, last minute shopping for EVERYTHING baby K needs (since I honestly have nothing haha) all while 8 months pregnant. I'll probably be packing this place up on my own since Kris will be working in SLC and unpacking everything since I'll be at home with no car all day. I'm not too excited about the packing (who would be, right?), but I love unpacking. Im excited to figure our where to put things and make this new place our new home for a while. Cheers to change!

today's horror story.

Today was full of intentions. I intended to clean the house. I intended to post about the fun projects I've been working on for the baby. I intended to make a delicious dinner. But after the morning I had and how stressed I let myself get, I'm guessing you can see I did none of that. The only thing I could get myself to do was lay down and sleep away the bad mood and self pity I let myself fall into. I had been dreading this DR. appointment since the day I put it my schedule. Glucose test, getting my blood drawn, shot in my hip, plus 2 more shots seems like a lot to a girl with a fear of needles. I woke up feeling a little "off."  I decided to make a little something before I had to down that little orange bottle of terror. At first it wasn't too bad. It tasted like a strong melted orange popcicle, but after getting a few gulps down it seemed to get stronger and stronger. SO much sugar at once. I'm just not used to that! I forced the rest of the bottle down and went on with my morning. After showering and getting ready, all I had to do was put my shoes on and leave. One more step and I was out the door. BAM. No warning, not even a second to realize what was happening. It all came up. It seemed to go everywhere except where it belonged. . . the freaking toilet! I'll leave it at that seeing as though most of you are probably gagging at the thought. I was now 5 minutes late and still cleaning as much as I could. When I finally made it to the office front desk I realized nothing counted. All that forcing myself to swallow that nasty drink, the horrid bathroom incident. . . was for nothing. I still had to get my blood drawn, I still got my hip shot. I now have to go in later this week to get my blood drawn once more and one more shot. My husband keeps saying maybe this morning was a blessing in disguise,  I'm just glad I had him with me today to calm me down and help me realize it's not the end of the world. I'm glad I have someone to snap me out of my drama queen moments.