Life has been pretty busy, and I am not so sure if the
blogging thing is really for me. At
least not in the capacity in which I began.
Sure DIY projects can be entertaining to post about, but it is not a
subject which I can write solely.
However, I think I will give this another go around as life around this
place is changing.
Initially my departure was a result of long hours at
work. This little venture of creating a
"real" design arm within an already successful purchasing company
seems to actually be working. Luckily
three more people have been added to our now team of six which is helping
greatly with reducing the long hours.
And to think, less than two years ago it was just me and my boss! It is a good thing we expanded when we did...
The husband and I took an early anniversary trip to the
Biltmore the first weekend in April. We
had just started talking about trying to start a family maybe sometime in May. The night we returned from that weekend in
North Carolina, I had a strange thought pop into my head, hey
you...before you bust open another bottle of vino go take a pregnancy test.
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| At the Biltmore |
The instructions said I should do it in the
morning, so I held off on opening that bottle of Pinot, and the next morning
did what that strange little voice in my head told me to do. I had done one of these tests before back in
November when I first went off birth control and was unsure of this whole basal
temperature tracking method of natural birth control. This time the second line began to appear
before I could even cap the thing and turn it over to wait those three grueling
minutes. I quickly flipped her over, and
thought, you're seeing things. Just
wait the stupid three minutes. So
I waited...
I was not seeing things.
Two lines. Holy mackerel. Two lines.
I just spent the weekend drinking about as much wine as our 1 year
anniversary trip to Sonoma. This little
nugget is drowning in alcohol. Dear
Lord...I'm already the worst mother ever and I'm only two weeks in. This poor kid doesn't stand a chance. And then I ate a turkey sandwich for
lunch...crap, I'm not suppose to eat deli meat!
Ugh. Epic Failure.
Then, I snapped out of it. Seriously; women go months without knowing their pregnant. Not really sure how, but apparently some people are truly disconnected from their bodies. As far as I know they don't have kids walking around with three eyeballs or a foot for a hand. Hmm...at least I started taking prenatal vitamins when I went off birth control in November.
{Now before there are a zillion comments about if it is
or is not okay to drink alcohol, consume deli meat, or why some children are
born with abnormalities let me be real clear.
Go post somewhere else. I do not
care what you think; I do not mean to be rude.
I am just being honest. I will
not post your comment, so do not even bother.
I have my own convictions I live by, and for the most part respect what
others choose to do for themselves. This
whole guilting and shaming other women into feeling horrible about themselves
is out of control.}
Back to fun things!
Over the next several weeks expect to see a transformation of this dingy ugly space into a fabulously modern little boys nursery.
We have a good bit completed now, but why reveal it all at once? You can join in on the nearly month long process of updating the ceiling, walls, trim and electrical. All DIY of course!
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