My First Pregnancy Crack Up...VALENTINES DAY GIVE AWAY!!

So it happened. I cracked.

Everyone told me it would. And I told them

"My hormones do not control my emotions! I do!."
"I'm a therapist, I can control my stressful environment."
"Blah, blah, blah"

Well we went out of town last weekend, and in anticipation of visiting Dallas, Texas I made a little itinerary for myself! On Friday, I was going to get up early and fax some important information back home, then head to the Forever 21 (that TOTALLY carries their new maternity line!). We were then going to end the glorious day by all getting together and eating CRAB LEGS!!! I was ecstatic about it.

This is what really happened.

I didn't get the stuff faxed, the forever 21 had ONE pair of pants and we didn't get ANY CRAB LEGS!!! WTF! I was irate. I was mad at the world, and unfortunately for my hubby, he was caught up in the wrath. I just kept going on and on about how if my hubby would have been there from the start of my bad day, things would have been better. In my mind logically, had he went along cheerfully with me to do earliar errands, the fax machine would have worked, forever 21 would have had a slew of maternity clothes to choose from, and the crab legs could have been enjoyed.

My hubby purely confused and frustrated just sits in silence. This makes me even angrier. How dare he sit there in silence as I chew him a new one. He makes a small comment and I just blew my lid, I shouted at him:

"You know this is all because my stupid socks don't fit!" 

"What??" 

His face is frozen in horror as now he realizes he doesn't know what is going on.

"My socks...the ones with the red hearts...my toes made holes in them!"

"Babe, we can buy you some new socks..."

He says chuckling in fear.

"I'LL NEVER HAVE PRETTY SOCKS NOW!!!"

I scream. Tears engulfing my face.

Knowing how ridiculous I sound I cry even harder and then tell my silently watching husband

"SHUT UP!!!!"

I look at his face...and he has the most horrific face ever!! He's in between pure grippling fear...and wanting to laugh so hard. His eyes wide open (which is crazy because his eyes barely open!) and his mouth in an 'O' shape...not sure what to do next.

The next few minutes are silent. Then finally we both end up laughing hard. I knew I sounded like I just escaped from a mental facility.

Needless to say...we stopped at Wal mart and he bought me some 'pretty socks' and then we drove home. Vowing to NOT say anything about that dreaded night until now...


ON TO THE GIVE AWAY!!

My wonderful hubby (I can't believe I'm still married!) is having a contest on facebook for his fan page. No need to be friends to participate, just click the link below to his fan page!

He is giving away a $20.00 gift-card to the restaurant of your choice, to be mailed out by Valentines Day. All you need to do is A.) Become of fan of the page (hit the like it button!) and then suggest your friends to page. When they become fans (like it) have them post on the wall that you referred them! The person with the most referrals by next Wednesday wins!! SIMPLE!! 


Here is the link and more instructions!

J Cal Media Facebook Fan Page


3 Steps: 

Step 1: Like it if you haven't already!

Step 2: Suggest to your friends or share the link on your page!
 

Step 3: Make sure your new referrals post on the wall that you referred them!! And get ready to pick your gift-card!!

So get going, it's a recession and plenty of people should want a free and easy gift-card towards valentines day dinner! Here is the link again:

J Cal Media Facebook Fan Page


Have any questions? Leave them below, and thanks for your support! 

Dear Monkey

This is our first written interaction! I feel like since I've been talking and feeling you so much I should also write you. This way we can keep this forever, and when your old enough, we can all look back on this.

First of all, even though you were planned, I was not ready for the crazy wild ride of emotions and feelings that would come along with you. I was so eager and happy to have you for the first few weeks, and then once morning sickness hit I was not as excited because I couldn't take my mind of the 24/7 nausea you made me have. That's ok, because I will pay you back so bad, you wait until your dad starts singing, freestyling and dressing you. You will be so mad.

Any who, now that I'm going in my 19th week (yay!!) things have been more exciting for me and I'm getting so eager to meet you! My belly is growing big so you must be growing too, and I feel you move every day (your moving A LOT right now!!). Yesterday you kicked me hard while watching a movie. You probably didn't like it, I didn't either.

We recently found out you were a boy! We had an elective ultrasound at a near by ultrasound clinic. It was truly breath taking. You have grown from the last ultrasound at 11 weeks and you were moving sooo much!! Your dad and I couldn't believe how much you were climbing, kicking, and being a contortionist. (I have the video, and pretty much watch you every day!!) Not only that, but when we announced you were a boy, your dad just sort of stared at the screen with his mouth open in awe. I think it finally hit him...that you were made from him! I wish I could have a picture to show you Monkey, but it made me tear me up.

The ultrasound was worth every penny, we learned so much about you, like-

• You have my limbs! Your arms, legs and fingers are very long! Your toes are even really long like mines!! Like REALLY LONG! You shocked the ultrasound tech, but that's ok I still shock people with my big feet. At least your a boy, it's ok.

• You got the good stuff from both of us! You appear to have your dad's nose and his lips. But you have my wide and bright eyes. That's good because your dad has very tiny eyes, hehehe!

• That your a boy!! This shocked me, cause Monkey, I thought you were a girl. And I was totally mentally prepared for a girl. A boy?? I don't even know where to start, I guess I can get you some 'boy' stuff. This means we won't be able to play barbies and I'll have to buy creepy crawlers and tonka trucks. :-(

Anywho, I am ALWAYS thinking about you now. What your doing in there, how your feeling, in all our ultrasounds your always smiling or laughing. I think your gonna be a goofball like your dad and I. We clown ALL the time. I can't wait until you meet us, and constantly wonder who you are going to be more like!! Your mom is a therapist and your dad is a graphic designer so hopefully you'll be very creative and caring.

I just can't wait to meet you lil monkey, I am so completely in love with you and I haven't even met you yet. How is this possible? Your dad is in love with you too, he likes to rub you and talk to you about which rappers you should not listen to, and about important experiences in life you'll share together like drinking beer. That's your dad!

Please keep growing and getting stronger.

We have ALOT of people waiting to meet you once you come out! (I just think you were highly anticipated!)

Love--
Your mommy and....

A dream about boobs

I had a wonderful dream. Hubby and I had the baby! We had brought it home and were starting our lives with our new addition. It all seemed so real. The baby was a boy and he looked very similar to our nephew. He was a bit fair skinned but he was super cute. When I came home immediately I tried to breastfeed it. Breast feeding is something I really really really want to do. I want to feel that bond and closeness (and pain) with my child in knowing that I am naturally equipped to provide my baby with food! That's got to be an awesome feeling.

Anywho, in the dream I came home and started breastfeeding, I was sooo scared because the pain and all the 'what ifs' but to my surprise the baby easily latched on and everything was amazing. So since I'm sure I dreamed about breastfeeding because of anxiety and excitement, I want to know what the Dream Dictionary states about it.

Breastfeeding

To dream that you are breast feeding, symbolizes tenderness, love, nuturance, and motherly love. Good things will be at your grasp

:) just :)

I'm off to church pretty soon. Happy Sunday Blogger.
Ciao.