We’ll just say, what was I thinking?!

I chopped off my hair. Has this happened to anyone else-you get so fed up with your hairstyle you go to drastic measures thinking it will make you feel fresh and revitalized, when all it really does is make you feel like crap? This is not the first time I’ve done this. And every previous time I have sworn that I would never do it again. This time I believe it had something to do with my impending motherhood and growing belly. I just wanted to look like one of those cute pregnant women, in hopes I would feel better. Let’s just say- it didn’t work. So now I have 6+ inches less hair, and I keep saying things like-”it will grow back”, and “who cares, it’s just hair”. But really, I’m sad. I’ve learned a valuable lesson, don’t make rash decisions about personal appearance during pregnancy.

As for things going on in our house…Mark is showing definite signs of fatherliness and nurturing, to our vacuum. Shall I explain?

Mark came to me a few days ago, after our vacuum broke, with the resolute idea that we should buy an iRobot Roomba. For those who don’t know, that is one of those little saucers on wheels that is supposed to vacuum your whole house all by itself. Let’s just say I was both surprised and skeptical. Mark? Wants to buy an expensive electronic item that cleans and does not whatsoever produce entertainment (well, not intensionally anyway…)? What have you done with my frugal husband?!

So after some debate, Mark and I decided to buy one. Mostly because Mark was so insistent, and also the idea of not vacuuming appealed to me. He ran out to Cost-co yesterday and brought home the newest addition to our growing family. I came home last night to find the Roomba happily roaming our family room where Mark had barricaded it in. And Mark with the look of a proud father proceeded to point out how cute it is and what a great job it’s doing. Since then he has occasionally talked to it as if it were our newest pet, every now and again throwing out a “good job Roomba!” or “poor Roomba” when it’s battery is low. He has even pointed out to our dog, Cibo, how the poor, poor Roomba has to clean up after all his dog hair.

Life around here has been pretty funny for the last 24 hours we’ll just say. I didn’t think Mark would be this fatherly, and so soon, especially not with a vacuum:) So basically, there is the soft sound of the Roomba bumping into walls and vacuuming up loads more than our old vacuum. The occasional shout of encouragement from Mark. Cibo avoiding the little guy at all costs (he’s not so fond of vacuums). Mark stopping it every so often to empty the filter, as we have a lot to vacuum up before the Roomba can run through the whole apartment without being emptied. And then the triumphant little beeping noise it makes when it successfully docks for the evening at it’s station and begins charging. Who needs TV? My real life right now is entertainment enough!

I’m an Aunt….Again!

Yay for my sis Aubree, who after 12 hours in the hospital and 3 hours of pushing produced my newest niece, Rhianna Laurel Shelley! Unfortunately it will be another week and a half before I will be able to begin teaching her that I’m her favorite Aunt. I get to see her just for 4 days while we are in Utah for Christmas. It was really hard to just have to hear about it over the phone and not get to be there for it. I guess this is just the beginning, I’m going to miss out on a lot of those moments from my family. Thank goodness for great cameras and hours of phone calls.

I feel lucky that she had the first baby and I get to learn from her experiences, but our babies will be close in age.

My parents finally get to be grandparents too!

Anyways. It finally feels like we are all starting to move into a new chaper in life. Our parents are becoming grandparents, and we are the ones with families. It’s a little startling, and weird. It’s weird to think of my sister as a mother. My whole life is about to change, and I don’t do well with change. It’s just a very interesting time. I should savor it, but instead, I am putting off dealing with it.

I’m rambling. I’ll write a more coherent post later this week. My thoughts are a big jumble right now.

I Win!

So I should preface this by saying that I have not exactly been the easiest person to live with the last few months. I always thought that the mood swings associated with pregnancy would make me weepy. Instead, I have been so cranky and hard to please. Everything that bothers me comes out of my mouth in the the harshest and most hurtful way possible. I am constantly wishing I could take things that I have said back. Poor Mark bears the brunt of it, I have been nagging and picking on him contantly, and he never retaliates, just smiles and says “aren’t we cranky today?”

So Friday night I come home after 8 hours of being a substitute mom, excited to hop in a bubble bath with a book, which has been a daily ritual lately (don’t worry, my doctor says it’s fine). I have been plowing through the Harry Potter series, which I swore I would never read and picked up a few weeks ago out of sheer desperation for good reading material.

When I got home I mentioned to Mark that I was going to take a bath, but I was out of bubble bath so it wouldn’t be as good. He gets this mischevious grin on his face and asks if I would like my Anniversary present 3 weeks early. I hesitantly say “yes” and he runs into our room to retrieve a massive silver bowl filled to the brim with assorted luxurious bath salts, scrubs and bubbles and wrapped up all fancy. The products had names like “bath caviar” and “relaxing bath shimmer”, Ahhhh….. It was the most perfect gift I could have asked for at this point in time and Mark has not always been so great at choosing gifts for me. It was such a surprise and the look of sheer pride on his face at having done something that made me so happy was worth a million bucks. I am so lucky to have him and feel so grateful that he puts up with me. I definately won in the husband category.

So Mark will disagree, but my belly has totally popped out in the last couple of days. Yeah, it may still just look like the worst case of bloating I’ve ever had but I know the difference and I am definately starting to show. Although, to everyone else it probably just looks like I’m putting on some unfortunate pounds. Oh well, I’ll be showing more that I want to in the coming months I’m sure.

Oh yeah, and I totally want milk and chocolate covered mint oreos all the time, is that bad? For once in the course of our marraige, Mark is the health nut, and I am the one stuffing anything that tastes good in my mouth. What is the world coming to?!