Lack of means more of

Our fourth of July weekend was pretty uneventful...in a good way. So maybe that's why it took me a whole week to figure out if I even wanted to blog about it. But alas I am...so there must be something I want to say.

I have been tired lately to say the least. I am starting to get more energy but I really just wanted a relaxed three day weekend. I wanted to have fun but I also wanted to some basics that I have been to tired to do. You know, like dishes, cleaning the toilet, mopping floors. Our house has look like a tornado has hit it lately.

So the weekend was good because not a lot happened. Don't we all just need those weekends once and a while? We did manage to fit in a few fun activities in between all the relaxing. ;-)

Friday night we drove to Oakland and attended the temple...finally. We have been trying to go for the last three weeks and of course something else always comes up. But we finally did it and it was wonderful as usual. We always feel our household runs a little smoother and our snotty comments (ok, my snotty comments) and our annoying fights over nothing decrease a lot. I'm sure no one else has those fights that start over one person not rinsing a dish right? Well after we attend the temple those fights seem to stop..until we haven't gone for a while. Then they reappear out of nowhere and we know it's time for another temple trip.

I think the only time I think Oakland it beautiful is from the view at the temple. It was a beautiful day when we went.

Saturday day we went to Chad's parents house for a little family BBQ. It was nice and relaxing and the food was good which always helps.

Saturday night we wanted to see some kind of professional fireworks and the only place that was putting on a show was after the Modesto Nuts game. So we made the trip to the other side of Modesto and camped out behind the stadium with a million other people to wait for the fireworks to start. Chad's parents are frequenters to the Modesto Nuts firework shows and had been there the night before. They got there about 9 right as the show started. So we got there at 9 on Saturday thinking it would start at the same time. Well it didn't. Pretty soon it was 10 o'clock and the game showed no signs of being over. Everyone was getting restless and it was pretty crazy. Our next doors neighbors had 2 24 packs of Corona and were going through them pretty fast. They were also throwing around the F bomb like it was their favorite word. Oh and the best part was their cigarette smoke that lingered into our area. Not to mention they had a little girl who looked barely one with them. So I'm sure she was getting her fair share of smoke too. Nice huh?

Chad's face explains perfectly how I felt at that point. But it gets better..or worse. Better because the story gets more funny to tell. Worse because it wasn't funny while we were there.

So 10:30 rolls around and I've just about had it. Then...the corona and ciagarrette group next to us gets a few more visitors. It's this older couple so I think "ok this shouldn't be too bad." Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

The older guy has a trumpet. Yes, sign, a trumpet. And he's drunk. Already. So trumpet+ drunk old guy= really annoying. He starts playing salutes to each arm of the military and then continues to yell after each one, "lets hear it for the ___(fill in the blank, army, marines, etc). Then all of the other drunk people in the crowd start yelling/clapping/whistling. Ugh. Then when he's through with that he continues to play other patriotuc songs while chugging a corona and swaying around. Let's just say I was ticked and getting more upset with every song.

But the saga still continues. Pretty soon the police show up, thank you! They start making people with open beer bottles away and are making sure things don't get out of hand. Where were you an hour ago?

Finally to top our night off we got to see a man getting arrested, in front of his whole family I might add. Classy right? That was when I decided it was time to go. I didn't even care about the flipping fireworks at that point. I was tired, annoyed and I had to pee. And there was absolutely no way I was going to use the public bathrooms there. I have standards.

So we left after two hours of...that...without seeing fireworks. Oh well. Life goes on. At least we were safely out of the ghetto of Modesto before too much more started happening.

Again, refer to the picture above to know how we felt when we left.

Sunday was again, relaxing. Church, food, nap and then we went and did a few smaller fireworks with Chad's family again.

Monday I had the whole day off...PAID...yes. Unfortunately Chad had to work. First thing I did was take our deprived dog on a walk for some much needed exercise (for both of us). I slipped my house key in my pocket along with my iPhone for musical entertainment, strapped Oliver in his harness and leash, tied my tennis shoes and we were off. We had a very enjoyable walk but it was getting hot and I was ready to be in an air conditioned area. So we got to the front door and my house key is not in my pocket. Great...it is on the sidewalk somewhere over the mile or two we just walked. Plus our front office is closed for the holiday. So long story short we waited 45 minutes while someone came and gave us a spare key. I hated wasting so much of my day off but what can you do?

After I finally got back in the apartment my mom came over and we layed out by the pool and chatted. It's always nice to have some mother-daughter time. The only thing that was missing was my older sister Nichole :-(

And after that I cleaned! It was so nice to have a clean house. I felt instantly better that night. There is something about a clean house that just gives you a good feeling.

Oh and I even managed to make Chad a homecooked meal for a change. It's been a while. I missed my kitchen.

Low key weekend? Yes. Wonderful weekend? Yes. Thank you 4th of July for giving me a much needed recoup.

A day in the life...

I wanted to record a day early on in my pregnancy, because let's be honest I won't remember it later unless I do. Especially because this particular day I will definitely try to block out of my memory. I didn't have it too hard. I wasn't sick constantly and I only got really sick a handful of times. And by week 11 or 12 I wasn't sick hardly at all and the only time I got nauseous was when I didn't eat enough (or when I had to clean left overs out of the fridge). But non the less I still had a few BAD days to go down in the history books and this is one of them:


6:57 AM- Can't sleep another minute because my bladder feels so full that it will explode. So I get up and do the obvious. I don't realize it's 6:59 when I lay back down. My alarm goes off one minute later. Ahhh!!! I hate that! So I push the snooze and sleep for 10 more minutes.
7:09 AM- I drag my tired self out of bed.
7:15 AM- Will it be jean shorts or stretchy cotton pants today? Stretchy cotton it is because the other's just feel to tight.
7:30 AM- I pour myself a bowl of cereal so I don't get too nauseous before I get to work. I eat it but don't enjoy it. I hate eating that early.
7:38 AM- I go to brush my teeth before I leave for work. I am VERY careful not to brush too far back on my tongue. If I do? I gag and then the i-need-to-throw-up feeling won't go away until I actually do. TMI. Sorry. But that's what happens....
8:35 Am- I have to pee again.
8:45 AM- The nausea hits me like a freight train and I rush to the kitchen at work to make myself a piece of toast.
8:55 AM- The toast doesn't quite curb the nausea so I get some apple sauce.
10:00 AM- Bathroom break
11 AM- Even though lunch is in an hour I am hungry again. I just can't wait. So I snack on some trail mix.
11:45 Am- I pee again before I leave for lunch. That should hold me until I get back to the office. Hopefully.
12:10 PM- I am driving home for lunch willing myself not to think about throwing up. I am so hungry (even though I only ate an hour ago) that I am sick to my stomach. I have to continually take deep breaths and think "you are fine. you will be home any minute now. Just a little longer."
12:15 PM- I make it home without any "incidents" in the car. I am grateful.
12:20 PM- I eat. Ahhh. Relief. No nausea.
1:30 PM- Another bathroom break...
3:oo PM- Another snack...This is the longest I have gone without food the whole day. Two whole hours.
3:45 PM- Another bathroom break...
4:00 PM- I am starving again but decide to wait until I get home to eat again. I just get so tired of fixing snacks. I can only bring so much food with me to work.
5:05 PM- I stop by my mom's house to water my garden, but I make a stop by the bathroom on the way to the backyard. Of course.


FYI the following story is not for the faint of heart. In other words it's gross but I want to convey it because looking back on it now it is slightly funny, only slightly. Also it's just one of those horror pregnancy stories that must be shared so that other's won't feel as bad about their horror stories.

5:30 PM- I am in my car driving home now. A few minutes away from home I cough a little. I have been sick and am still not over it. I have some dreaded phlegm in the back of my throat and it won't seem to go away. I start to panic...let me explain why. Phlegm normally= no big deal. Phlegm while I'm pregnant= makes me gag and throw up. So this starts to happen and I can feel my stomach heaving. No! This can't happen. I am driving the Jeep, in the open, where everyone can see. Plus I really don't want to clean throw-up out of my car because chances are that will make me throw up again. It will be a vicious cycle. So most likely I will end up asking Chad to do it and I don't want to make him do that. So panic is setting in...what do I do? I feel it coming....there it is. It can't be stopped. (This is the gross part...and stupid part. What was I thinking?) I try to swallow it because it's only a very small amount. SOOOOOOO NOT A GOOD IDEA. Makes it worse. It comes again, this time it goes in my hand. Still not in the car, whew. But now what do I do? So I pull over with one hand, the other has the well...you know... in it. I jump out of the car and continue to throw up on the side of the road. Meanwhile there are many cars behind me and I am mortified. I finish, sort of and luckily there is a rag in the jeep that I can clean up with. I get back in my car and drive the 30 seconds home. Oh yes, did I mention I was only 30 seconds from home? If only I could have waited 30 seconds right? I thought I was done getting sick but then I think about trying to swallow it and I get sick all over again. I get my key in the door and sprint to the bathroom. I barely make it. Finally I am done. I am a MESS. A TOTAL MESS. I feel so disgusting. I am surprised at this point that I haven't started crying yet but I feel too utterly exhausted to think about crying now. I clean up and call Chad and relay my horror story. Meanwhile sweet Oliver is sitting by me looking at me like, "Mom, whats wrong?"

6:00 PM- I am laying on the couch wishing my throat would stop hurting eating saltine crackers and drinking water.
6:30 PM- I tell Chad he is on his own for dinner. The only thing I can think of right now that doesn't make me sick at the thought of it is cereal. So I settle for cereal for dinner.

6:45 PM- Can you guess what goes here? It starts with a P and ends with I am soooo tired of doing this! I might be saving on tampons, but we, and when I say we I mean me, are definitely using twice as much toilet paper.
7:00 PM- I fall exausted onto the couch and will veg on TV for the next two hours maybe interspered with some dishes or laundry...who am I kidding...probably not. That will wait until the weekend.
10:00 PM- Chad and I crawl into bed. This is my favorite time of the day. Sleep time! I am comfy in bed and I am not feeling sick. This is the only time of day that I don't feel sick at all.

And that, that was my horror of a day. I haven't had one nearly as bed since and I am hoping to never have one again, because let's face it: it sucked. One thing I learned: Always keep a bag of some sort in the car with me.