Oompa Loompa

I used to have this picture in my head of how I would look when I became pregnant someday & well I have to say my body is turning in to not exactly what I had pictured.  Maybe every woman goes thru this phase but wow, every pregnant woman I see I can't help but think how cute they are & how extremely huge I am.  When I look in the mirror it's like looking at a Oompa Loompa or a short giant elephant.  I wasn't in exactly great shape before I found out I was pregnant so this extra added weight is taking a serious toll on my body.  I'm currently at 30 weeks... yeah... 30 weeks... whew that doesn't even seem right does it?  Kayla is going to be here before we know it.

Everyone keeps telling me to not stress, relax & rest a lot... well that's easier said than done.  I have to depend on everyone around me to do things that I would typically do myself & get done & that's annoying to me.  I hate having to ask for so much help.  Ugh.

I never even knew what heart burn was until now.  Seems like every day I have it & according to my nurse it will only get worse the closer time closes in on baby Kayla's arrival.  That's just what I wanted to hear, great.

I think the stress factor will end once we get moved into our new home & get settled in.  Right now everything's just crazy.  Between wrapping up rodeo season with the banquet less than a week away, trying to get everything at the house done so we can move, starting a new job (again), quitting the other job (again), cattle auction a little over a month away & well... I will have to pack & move at some point I'm hoping in the very near future... equals stress... stress... & more stress.  What does relax mean?  Hell if I know at this point.

The good thing is that I landed another good job & so far I love it.  Today was my first day at just the new job & not having to travel half a day at one job & a half day at the new job.  I'm so tired though, worn smooth out.  By 2pm every day it's almost like my body wants to shut down & sleep or take a power nap.

Well I'm still keeping my fingers crossed that we'll have everything done at the house & be moving in another week.  Everyone else needs to say a prayer & cross your fingers too, because at the rate we're going I'm starting to think we're never going to get moved in.

It's 11pm & I guess I should be hitting the bed for some much needed beauty rest.  God knows I need it.

Long week

Where does the time go anyways?  Tomorrow is Wednesday already... half way thru the week & I'm wondering where Monday & Tuesday went.  Geez.

Yesterday I went in for my glucose test (blood work).  After drinking the yucky orange drink an hour before showing up at the dr office, they do blood work & that's always fun.  On top of getting two tubes of blood sucked from my left arm, they decided to go ahead & do my other blood work again since my paperwork was never faxed over from the other clinic on my initial blood work.  Which equals 5 more tubes of blood being sucked from my right arm.  Nice huh!  Then I received my RhoGAM shot in my "cheek" to top off the dr visit.  Whew, talk about a busy morning.

My wonderful hubby then took me to Ted's to eat some lunch, we came home & ended up taking a much needed several hour nap, which ended up being the remainder of the afternoon.  Oops.  We felt a lot better after getting a few extra zzz's though.

Our big excitement for the day yesterday was buying a couch for our soon-to-be living room!  Oh yeah.  Thank you to CraigsList.  Now we have more seating for our future home.  Tomorrow night we go pick up our new couch.  I'm so excited, I can hardly wait to move in to our new home & start getting everything organized & in place.  The goal is to be moved in by the end of the month & then hopefully early October have a baby shower!  Whew, lots to get done between now & then, I just hope everything goes smoothly & we get everything done in time.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this weekend we can get several things knocked out & move a little closer to finishing everything up!  If it wasn't for my wonderful bff Kat & her husband, I don't know what we would do.  They've been so much help I can't even explain.  Let's just say I owe them bigtime!  So a HUGE thank you to them & I love ya both.

Guess I better head off to bed before I end up over sleeping in the morning.  Yikes.

magic tan... not so magic

As we all know, I can come up with some wonderful ideas from time to time... except for the fact sometimes they don't end up as I planned it out in my head.

Take this for instance... Magic Tan.
I had this brilliant idea that I wanted to do a little spray tanning before I attempted to stumble or walk down the aisle for my wedding.  Since I was getting married on a Tuesday evening... I figured I would go in on a Thursday evening & get my tan on.

Did I mention that not all my ideas always work out as planned?

This is what I consider a complete & total disaster.

So I arrive at Tan & Tone all ready & willing.  I watched a 10 minute video with all the details of what is going to take place behind the Magic Tan door.  The nice lady took me back to the room, went over some instructions, then the door shut.  At first glance I'm not quite sure what to think of this glass coffin I'm soon to be standing in.  I remove all clothing & do all the proper preparations then step into the coffin.  When the door shut I immediately notice the air is very stiff & the smell was a little over powering.

FYI:  If you have severe Asthma... Magic Tan is not a good idea.

I should have immediately known without having even pushed the green go button & already having trouble breathing... this was a bad idea.  But what was my decision?  Yep... I assumed my robot stance & hit the go button.  My first chosen position was to have my back towards the jets of which would be spraying me with my new soon-to-be tan.  When it started it sounded like the air breaks on a semi or a jet engine taking off in flight... loud & scary to say the least.

I immediately went from my robot stance to having my hands & arms directly over my head, saying "oh shit".  Then immediately followed up with "oh crap" because I then realize I'm not in the proper position for the spray tan to be evenly distributed.  In the process of all of that I can't breathe!  The spray tan smells atroshish & completely takes your breathe away.  So I make the quick choice to open & close the glass coffin door a few times to gasp for a quick fresh breathe as best I could, then hurry to assume the correct position again.

In the process of attempting to assume all 4 robot positions correctly, I would open & close the glass coffin door each time in attempt to receive as much fresh air as possible.  Let's just say by the time the last spray had finished I was never so glad to bail out of the glass coffin in to clean air again.  As I look in the mirror I find to my horror that I have wonderful dark streaks running down my legs, arms, face, chest, etc.  Fantastic!  I immediately start the blotting motions with the towel hoping to not smear my new tan but hoping to not have crazy stripe marks all over my body.  Whew.

Unfortunately I've had swelling issues from the start of my pregnancy & by the time I had finished blotting my entire body... I look down & realize I had forgotten to put the correct creme on my toe nails so they wouldn't stain.  Having swelling issues, prevents bending over to that extreme unless I would like to lose what ever I had eaten that day.  I decide it's not that big of a deal, stand there for a few minutes to relax & dry.  As I'm re-applying my clothing I hear the nice lady at the door say "is everything ok in there"?  Which I'm immediately thinking... oh crap she probably noticed the poof's of tanning solution rising from atop the walls, from me opening & closing the coffin door gasping for fresh air.  Oops.  I nicely reply back, "yes all done, getting dressed & fixing to come out".  She says ok then I hurry to finish getting dressed & exit the Magic Tan room & head towards the front.

She stops me to ask how my "experience" was.  Um... how should I reply to this?  Well instead of saying everything was fine, I reply... "it was horrible, total disaster".  She looked at me like I had lost my mind, but I then followed up with the fact, it was loud, smelled bad & I couldn't breathe, but none the less was hoping my new tan would turn out good.  I could tell she was speechless, so I took the opportunity to thank her for her help & wished her a good evening, then hurried out the front door.

Wow what an experience.  Definitely not something I will be participating in again in the future.

The best part is that it's been well over 2 months now since my "experience" with Magic Tan & my toe nails are still this awesome yellow color from the tanning solution soaking in.  Unfortunately there is nothing I can do to remove the yellow coloring, I've tried & nothing works.

So yes... I even walked down the aisle in my wedding with yellow toe nails, it was great, but my dress was long & I seriously don't think anyone noticed.

Some may ask why don't I just get my toe nails painted & well... I can't ever remember having my toe nails painted, because I'm just not that kinda girl.  In fact, I can't stand anyone messing with my feet at all.  I think feet are gross.  Don't touch mine & I won't touch yours, that's the rule.

Hopefully by this time next year, my toe nails will have returned to their original color & the fabulous yellow will be history.

Montana frustration

My hubby & his dad have been on a road trip to Montana since Wednesday.

I have to say I'm ready for him to return home now.

It's frustrating when the longest conversation we've had is approximately 6 minutes at any given time he calls, which is about twice a day.  I know he's with his dad & all.  I know they've been busy & tired.  It's just frustrating.

Especially when your ready to find out all the details of their day plus hopefully discuss the details of mine as well & it abruptly ends with "I gotta run, call ya tomorrow".  Ugh

I guess we're just different in that aspect.  Personally, I would make time every day to have a decent length of conversation with him if I were gone for that long away from home.

It just kind of feels like it's not a big deal to him if we even talk at all.  Or maybe he's so busy he's not missing me.  Heck I don't know.

I'm just ready for him to be home now.  Unfortunately that won't be tomorrow.
Guess I'll just have to deal with it.

Maybe someday I'll get the invite to go to Montana too.  Who knows.

Spike

Now introducing Spike!  He is our newly adopted four legged child.  He comes with the house we are in the process of buying.

What a deal huh?  Buy a house... get a guard dog too.  Awesome!  He's more like an over sized teddy bear, but hey for anyone driving by he has a deep bark & his size is intimidating, so it works.

We are in the process of buying my bff Kat's grandparents house, which happens to be right down the street from my parents.  Hence the reason why Kat & I are bff's... because we grew up down the street from each other.

Anyways... the house is in great condition.  A total perfect situation in so many ways.  Mr. & Mrs. O had to move to Houston to be closer to their daughter & to receive some much needed daily attention.  They've been able to live by themselves all this time, but it was time for them to move.  Of course they were hesitant about moving, but who could blame them for that, I know when that time comes in my life I'll be the same way too.  They really hated to leave Spike behind, but they just couldn't take him with them where they were moving to.  Before they moved, I promised Mrs. O that I would take good care of Spike & he would have a home.  The good thing is, Spike doesn't have to go anywhere.  We're buying the house, so Spike is staying at the home he's always known & doesn't have to be up-rooted & go anywhere else.

I have to admit though, it's kind of a bitter sweet for me.  It seems like everything is falling in to place like it's suppose to, but the sad part for me is that Mr. & Mrs. O don't live there anymore.  They've always lived there.  That house has always been like a 2nd home to me growing up.  Being pregnant, I'm way more emotional about things & saying my goodbye's the day before they left was hard to do.  We are family & the thought of not knowing when I would see these dear sweet people again, was just emotional & still is at times.  I try not to think about it in that way very often & I catch myself & try to re-direct my thoughts to something else.

My sweetheart & I getting married, baby Kayla will be arriving in just 3 short months & us not having real house plans up until the point that Mr. & Mrs. O decided to make the move to Houston... I just have to believe that it all happened for a reason.

On a different note, my bff Kat, her husband & kids have been making trips up here to help make some needed changes & updates to the house.  My brother & sister-n-law have came up to help as well.  Fred & I are very thankful for everyone whose willing to help & we can't wait to move in & finally have room to raise our family.  We are going to fill like we're living in a mansion compared to our 487 sq ft apartment that we've been occupying for the past almost 2 years now.  I wish I could help more with painting, cleaning & different things with the house, but in my current condition some things are just challenging these days.  Bending over makes me want to puke & to much of anything completely wears me out.  I feel like the biggest wimp right now, it's a very helpless feeling for me.

Today we moved the last of the furniture & things that needed to be donated & removed from the house.  Tomorrow we will finish painting the bedrooms & inside kitchen cabinets.  Our next project after that will be bathroom & kitchen flooring.  After that I think we will be ready to roll with moving in.  It's exciting to think that in less than a month we will be moving in & getting settled.  Then we can start getting baby Kayla's bedroom decorated & ready for her to arrive & we're both excited about that too.  Having things in place will make me a little more at ease with day to day life.  Right now I'm just stressed most of the time thinking of the time frame we're looking at before Kayla gets here.

It will also be nice to have room to have guests over for dinner or just to have guests over in general.

So all in all, everything's going up hill right now.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it continues.

Well I guess it's about time to crawl in bed & catch a few z's before the long day tomorrow.  Kayla forces me to sleep more than I typically would.  In fact, somedays I could easily stay in bed all day long I think.  Not really but it does feel that way.

So for now, good night.