Uh. Hello morning sickness. I still haven't actually gotten sick, but I've been naseous all day, every day. It's not fun. Nothing sounds good to eat. I've been loading up on carbs. One day all I ate were English muffins, Sprite, and saltines.
I had to breakdown and tell one of my coworkers this week because she kept noticing how often I would go to the bathroom, that I was complaining about not feeling well all day, and that I was kind of being a bitch.
She had said it a few times already that she thought I was pregnant, so when I walked in one day not feeling well again, she was like "why don't you just go home?!" I finally had to tell her that I would probably be feeling like this for a few more weeks...
On top of not feeling well, not really having an appetite for anything but carbs, and being constantly tired, my face decided to break out like a teenager this week and become super oily. I love it.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
5 weeks (April 21-28)
Being pregnant in the early months is hard. You can't really tell anyone. You don't really feel normal, but otherwise, nothing is really different besides knowing there is something growing inside of you.
Oh, and the really sore boobs.
And the constant burping (but that's kind of normal for me...).
And not being able to have a glass of wine for dinner.
But otherwise, I have felt pretty good. I'm usually ready for bed around 8:30, but otherwise, I've felt pretty OK.
I couldn't keep my big mouth shut for too long, so I ended up having to tell a couple of friends and my sister. I almost slipped to my parents when they invited me over for dinner.
My dad was grilling and asked if I wanted a drink. I said no. He proceeded to tell me that he'd get me a bottle of wine. I just said no, I'm fine.
A little while later, my mom got home and asked if we were having drinks with dinner...my dad replied, well, I am, but Kristin doesn't want anything for some reason...it was SO hard for me not to say, well...it will be another 8 months or so before I can have another drink...
We went out for Mexican one night before our nieces and nephew's dance recital expecting to get a basket of chips and salsa right away, unfortunately, we sat there for about 10 or 15 minutes without chips and salsa or water. I think I had gone a little too long without having a snack and I thought I was going to barf all over the table. We ended up leaving after 15 minutes and high-tailing it over to Sonic to grab a snack before the dance recital. That was a close call. I could feel the puke at the back of my throat...sick.
Oh, and the really sore boobs.
And the constant burping (but that's kind of normal for me...).
And not being able to have a glass of wine for dinner.
But otherwise, I have felt pretty good. I'm usually ready for bed around 8:30, but otherwise, I've felt pretty OK.
I couldn't keep my big mouth shut for too long, so I ended up having to tell a couple of friends and my sister. I almost slipped to my parents when they invited me over for dinner.
My dad was grilling and asked if I wanted a drink. I said no. He proceeded to tell me that he'd get me a bottle of wine. I just said no, I'm fine.
A little while later, my mom got home and asked if we were having drinks with dinner...my dad replied, well, I am, but Kristin doesn't want anything for some reason...it was SO hard for me not to say, well...it will be another 8 months or so before I can have another drink...
We went out for Mexican one night before our nieces and nephew's dance recital expecting to get a basket of chips and salsa right away, unfortunately, we sat there for about 10 or 15 minutes without chips and salsa or water. I think I had gone a little too long without having a snack and I thought I was going to barf all over the table. We ended up leaving after 15 minutes and high-tailing it over to Sonic to grab a snack before the dance recital. That was a close call. I could feel the puke at the back of my throat...sick.
4-ish weeks (April 14-21)
Holy cow. I'm pregnant?! We'd been trying for awhile so when the positive sign showed up on the test I had a hard time believing it.
I got up super early Saturday morning (April 20th) knowing that I was going to take a test. I had a feeling, but part of me didn't want to get too excited in case it was like other times and it turned out negative.
Once I took the test and it was positive, I sat there for awhile trying to figure out how I was going to tell Lincoln...I still didn't have a good idea as I walked into our room with the test in my hand. Luckily he was still asleep, so I just decided to shine a flashlight in his face to wake him up. I told him to keep his eyes closed until I told him to open them...when he opened his eyes and saw what I was holding, all he said was "whoa, that has a plus sign on it!" Then we hugged for quite some time. I think we were both in shock.
This all happend at around five in the morning, so we went back to sleep for awhile after that. Once we got up for good that morning, we figured out what baby books we wanted to order from Amazon because you can't start preparing too soon, right?
I got up super early Saturday morning (April 20th) knowing that I was going to take a test. I had a feeling, but part of me didn't want to get too excited in case it was like other times and it turned out negative.
Once I took the test and it was positive, I sat there for awhile trying to figure out how I was going to tell Lincoln...I still didn't have a good idea as I walked into our room with the test in my hand. Luckily he was still asleep, so I just decided to shine a flashlight in his face to wake him up. I told him to keep his eyes closed until I told him to open them...when he opened his eyes and saw what I was holding, all he said was "whoa, that has a plus sign on it!" Then we hugged for quite some time. I think we were both in shock.
This all happend at around five in the morning, so we went back to sleep for awhile after that. Once we got up for good that morning, we figured out what baby books we wanted to order from Amazon because you can't start preparing too soon, right?
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
oh dear....
So, I haven't written a blog in a loooooooooooooooong time.
A really, really, really long time.
It's not like I haven't had time. Because I have. While I've been at work.
I've had stuff to write about. I just haven't done anything about it.
I'm a slacker. That's all there is to that.
Just to catch you up to speed, a little over five months ago, I married my sweet husband Lincoln and I quit my job in Kansas City to move back to Hiawatha where we both grew up. I started a new job and we moved into the house that he owned in Hiawatha.
We knew that eventually that we'd need a bigger house; it only has one bathroom and two bedrooms. But for the time being it was just fine for us. We started looking at houses though in case something lovely caught our eye.
We put an offer in on one and didn't get it because the sellers wouldn't budge on their price. Uh, hello, seller? Your house has been on the market for a year without an offer and you won't negotiate? FINE. Oh, and also your house needs a lot of work.
Then, our realtor called with a house that wasn't listed on the market and asked if we'd want to look at it. I was open to it and when she told me what house it was, I was beyond excited.
This house has always been my favorite house in town. I've only just driven by, but just from the outside I knew that I would love it. Lincoln told me that he didn't think he'd like it because it was so old....
We looked at it and we both loved it! We decided to put an offer in on it and the sellers took our offer. They didn't think that they'd get an offer so quickly, so they were scrambling trying to figure out where they were going to move to since we'd be moving into their house in a little over a month!
The house is 100 years old and it has soooo much space. Probably way more space than we will ever need, but I don't think we'll ever run out of room to store things....
We move this weekend! Eeeek!
Our current house is still on the market. Which stinks. But we're hopeful that someone will fall in love with it and want to make it their own. We've only had it on the market for a couple of weeks, so not much time at all, especially for our small community.
In addition to buying a house and moving, I quit my job and I start a new one on Tuesday. What the hell am I thinking?!
Nothing like owning three homes in a year, moving twice and having two new jobs in a matter of five months...I like to keep things interesting.
The job that I had when I moved just wasn't for me. I was very unhappy when I'd come home from work and decided to do something about it. I was lucky enough to have a new job opportunity fall into my lap.
Hopefully after all of these changes--moving and job switching--we'll have some time to get settled for awhile. I think Laila is super confused on why we're packing boxes again so soon...hopefully this is our last move for a very long time!
A really, really, really long time.
It's not like I haven't had time. Because I have. While I've been at work.
I've had stuff to write about. I just haven't done anything about it.
I'm a slacker. That's all there is to that.
Just to catch you up to speed, a little over five months ago, I married my sweet husband Lincoln and I quit my job in Kansas City to move back to Hiawatha where we both grew up. I started a new job and we moved into the house that he owned in Hiawatha.
We knew that eventually that we'd need a bigger house; it only has one bathroom and two bedrooms. But for the time being it was just fine for us. We started looking at houses though in case something lovely caught our eye.
We put an offer in on one and didn't get it because the sellers wouldn't budge on their price. Uh, hello, seller? Your house has been on the market for a year without an offer and you won't negotiate? FINE. Oh, and also your house needs a lot of work.
Then, our realtor called with a house that wasn't listed on the market and asked if we'd want to look at it. I was open to it and when she told me what house it was, I was beyond excited.
This house has always been my favorite house in town. I've only just driven by, but just from the outside I knew that I would love it. Lincoln told me that he didn't think he'd like it because it was so old....
We looked at it and we both loved it! We decided to put an offer in on it and the sellers took our offer. They didn't think that they'd get an offer so quickly, so they were scrambling trying to figure out where they were going to move to since we'd be moving into their house in a little over a month!
We move this weekend! Eeeek!
Our current house is still on the market. Which stinks. But we're hopeful that someone will fall in love with it and want to make it their own. We've only had it on the market for a couple of weeks, so not much time at all, especially for our small community.
In addition to buying a house and moving, I quit my job and I start a new one on Tuesday. What the hell am I thinking?!
Nothing like owning three homes in a year, moving twice and having two new jobs in a matter of five months...I like to keep things interesting.
The job that I had when I moved just wasn't for me. I was very unhappy when I'd come home from work and decided to do something about it. I was lucky enough to have a new job opportunity fall into my lap.
Hopefully after all of these changes--moving and job switching--we'll have some time to get settled for awhile. I think Laila is super confused on why we're packing boxes again so soon...hopefully this is our last move for a very long time!
Monday, June 18, 2012
(one of) my best-friend's wedding(s)
My good pal, Trish, got married a couple of weekends ago. Everything was gorgeous and it was a steamy June night out at Lake Quivira Country Club.
The Country Club sits along a lake so, of course, we took pontoons in for our grand entrance. Everything was going well until I got off the boat to get a glass of wine.
As soon as I took a sip, something didn't feel quite right.
You know that feeling you get right before you barf your brains out? I had that kind of feeling.
We made our way inside and I cooled off a little bit. It was just about time to eat and the feeling came back except this time, it was for real and it was coming on FAST!
Luckily I made it to the bathroom in time to hang out with my BFF for the night, the toilet. (Later in the evening I would not be so lucky...)
I felt so much better and thought that I was ready to eat! Puke and rally!!
That idea was short-lived as I found myself in the bathroom more often than not as the night wore on. I was finally convinced to go home; I apparently looked like death, my hair and make-up were all over the place, I'm sure my breath was horrendous, and I could barely walk because anytime I would stand for more than a minute, I would feel like puking.
I said my good-byes and was making my way down a long staircase when all of the sudden the puking-feeling came over me yet again.
I tried to make it to the bottom of the staircase in time to where I could at least get outside, but that didn't happen...I puked in my hands and all over my bridesmaids dress! Not only that, but multiple people watched this happen. Thankfully there was a trashcan at the bottom of the stairs that I was able to kind-of make it to...and at this point, most of what I was throwing up was water.
I'm sure most of the people that checked on me in the bathroom thought that I was that drunk girl that had too much to drink by 6:00pm, but I'd had one beer prior to puking... I also got multiple questions about morning sickness. Um, no. Not preggo yet. And honestly if morning sickness is like that I don't know if I'm up for it! Puking five times in the matter of two hours is not fun.
Whatever I had was gone by Tuesday, praise the Lord.
Luckily (as far as I know) I was the only one that ended up with the sickness and the bride and groom had a fabulous time; congrats Trish and Dan! Wish I could have enjoyed your reception somewhere other than in the bathroom! :)
The Country Club sits along a lake so, of course, we took pontoons in for our grand entrance. Everything was going well until I got off the boat to get a glass of wine.
As soon as I took a sip, something didn't feel quite right.
You know that feeling you get right before you barf your brains out? I had that kind of feeling.
We made our way inside and I cooled off a little bit. It was just about time to eat and the feeling came back except this time, it was for real and it was coming on FAST!
Luckily I made it to the bathroom in time to hang out with my BFF for the night, the toilet. (Later in the evening I would not be so lucky...)
I felt so much better and thought that I was ready to eat! Puke and rally!!
That idea was short-lived as I found myself in the bathroom more often than not as the night wore on. I was finally convinced to go home; I apparently looked like death, my hair and make-up were all over the place, I'm sure my breath was horrendous, and I could barely walk because anytime I would stand for more than a minute, I would feel like puking.
I said my good-byes and was making my way down a long staircase when all of the sudden the puking-feeling came over me yet again.
I tried to make it to the bottom of the staircase in time to where I could at least get outside, but that didn't happen...I puked in my hands and all over my bridesmaids dress! Not only that, but multiple people watched this happen. Thankfully there was a trashcan at the bottom of the stairs that I was able to kind-of make it to...and at this point, most of what I was throwing up was water.
I'm sure most of the people that checked on me in the bathroom thought that I was that drunk girl that had too much to drink by 6:00pm, but I'd had one beer prior to puking... I also got multiple questions about morning sickness. Um, no. Not preggo yet. And honestly if morning sickness is like that I don't know if I'm up for it! Puking five times in the matter of two hours is not fun.
Whatever I had was gone by Tuesday, praise the Lord.
Luckily (as far as I know) I was the only one that ended up with the sickness and the bride and groom had a fabulous time; congrats Trish and Dan! Wish I could have enjoyed your reception somewhere other than in the bathroom! :)
Monday, May 14, 2012
moving on
Yesterday I packed up the final few boxes of stuff from my house in Kansas City.
While I'm so happy to have my house sold and to have everything moved into our new house; it also feels very surreal.
It's weird that I will never go back to that house or that street to walk into my house again.
It's weird that I will never go back to that house or that street to walk into my house again.
I mean, someone new is moving into my house that I owned for over three years.
Three years doesn't sound like long, but a lot of stuff happened in that house:
It was the first house that I owned.
It was the first time I lived on my own in that house.
I was responsible for ALL of the things that didn't work in that house.
I had to mow the yard and shovel ALL of the snow in that house.
It was the first time I lived on my own in that house.
I was responsible for ALL of the things that didn't work in that house.
I had to mow the yard and shovel ALL of the snow in that house.
I brought my sweet dog Laila home to that house.
My friends and I shared a lot of laughs in that house.
I hosted many parties, baby and wedding showers in that house.
I fell in love in that house.
My friends and I shared a lot of laughs in that house.
I hosted many parties, baby and wedding showers in that house.
I fell in love in that house.
So while I'm more than happy to have moved on to a new stage in my life; this house was the first of many things for me.
I'd like to think that I did a lot of growing up in that house.
So long, Shawnee house! I'll miss you!
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