Trish: [sniffing] Do you smell that? Marshall: No. Trish: Smells like there’s a little bitch in my gym. Are you being a little bitch in my gym? Marshall: No. Trish: Then get on the floor and give me a hundred!-How I Met Your Mother

 with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

• First off I can’t believe I didn’t post for a whole week. Holy crow that’s a long time for me. I was caught up with a busy whirlwind week and weekend.
• I’ve started working out again and instead of spending my days inside, I’ve been lacing up my running shoes and hitting the pavement. I can’t tell you how DAMN GOOD it feels to exercise again. I’m starting to get my body back, and I feel more like myself than I have in months. This past week has been the first week I could jog without pain in my lower abdomen/uterus, and it felt so so good to get back out there.

• My goal is to get in the best shape I possibly can before we start trying for our next baby. I want to have a strong, healthy core. The endorphin kick I get doesn’t hurt either. 
• This past Friday Match and I went to watch his fellow SERT team members (Sheriff Emergency Response Team) compete in a competition against other SERT team members from different departments. Match was sad that he couldn’t compete, but because he’d missed so many practices because of bereavement, he couldn’t participate. I could tell it was killing him. Hopefully next year!

•  It was really exciting to watch them compete, and I was blown away by the women on the teams. Here they were, doing the exact same events as the men, and some were outdoing them. These women are seriously hardcore. I’m totally inspired to kick up my workouts a notch. If they can scale 8 foot walls, run, lift super heavy steel pipes, and go through obstacle courses, then I can make it through my 10 min ab workout video. NO EXCUSES!

• The weekend went by way too fast. Match only really had one day off, since he was busy helping out with the SERT team all Friday. Saturday was spent snuggling on the couch and relaxing.
• Sunday I had a down day. One where I woke up so sad and missing Roo so much it made my chest ache. My solution for days like this is to head to yard work. You’d be amazed at how therapeutic pulling on stubborn weeds can be. I also mowed the lawn. I’ve never operated a lawn mower. I may have missed a few spots, but I was pretty proud of myself.
• Yesterday I got to spend the day with Good Wife and her 15 week old twin boys. I went with them to check out a home they’re hoping to rent in their hometown, about an hour and a half from us. They are so much cuteness, but so much work! I  don’t know how she does it every day. When one stopped crying, the other would start! I had fun being mommy’s helper. It was so nice holding sweet snuggly babies all day.
• When we got back, Match was awake and helped out with a feeding. Now isn’t this just a precious sight? He’s a total natural.

So what’s new with you? Are you taking advantage of that beautiful sunshine and getting out of the house too?

 with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

• After a week of battling with the home warranty people over our broken AC, having an HVAC tech come out only to tell me it was the breaker, not the AC, we finally got an electrician to come out. He turned out to be a total hottie, and I was secretly glad that I had the wherewithal to wear a halfway decent outfit and put my hair into a ponytail instead of its usual hot mess. I don’t get out much, so don’t you judge me as IA would say! We also got our AC fixed and I’m no longer sweltering!
• Double Date Night this past Saturday with my long time friend (we’ve went through school K-12, literally growing up together) Mrs. Makeup (she sells Mary Kay and does permanent makeup for a living). We only live a few hours from each other, and Sacramento is a nice halfway spot for us.
• She’s the one with the adorable little girl who I cuddled with for most of our 10 year reunion. It was so nice getting out of the house and visiting with her and her fiance, and their little girl Cuddlebug. Makeup has been so supportive this past month. She’s always available for chats and I’m so grateful for her long term friendship. We don’t see each other that often, but it’s always as if no time has passed. When we got to dinner, she gave me a sweet magnet about angels, and this garden stone. Isn’t it perfect?

• We went to the Capitol Building in Sacramento after dinner. I had no idea the grounds were so beautiful.

• When we were ready to say goodbye, Cuddlebug wouldn’t stop hugging us. She kept giving me little pats on the back. I was in danger of bawling my eyes out.

• When she reached for Match, I nearly lost it. Look at how she cuddled him. I swear she knew we needed some baby cuddles.

•  I warned Mrs. Makeup that I just might take her home with us if she wasn’t careful. She cried when we left, and I cried a little too. I can’t wait to see them again!
• On the ride home Match just squeezed my hand and said, “someday”.
• Sunday I received a lot of sweet messages about Mother’s Day, and I thought about Roo many times. Match made sure I had a fun day. We bbq’d, went for a nice walk, and cuddled on the couch.
• I’ve started working out again. I have to admit, it feels damn good having strength and energy again. I’m loving the endorphin kick too.

What have you been up to lately?

Running a wedding should be fun. You know if I ever had a wedding I would want everyone to be stress free. You know I would like it to be a carnival. Like people win prizes guessing the bride’s weight. -Officer Rhodes, Bridesmaids 

 with two anti-bridezillas Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

As most of you know, I’m a bridesmaid in my friend Sassy’s wedding this June. I am all about helping with the bridal shower, but I’ve been sort of dreading the wedding and the picking of the shoes.

You see ladies, I have foot problems. I have always had issues with arch and heel pain. So I’m a girl who always wears comfy shoes over fashionable ones. When I do dress up, I pick wedges all the way. I’ve never worn a true high heel before. Ever.  Sassy is a heel worshiper, so I knew she’d want us to wear high heels, and I told her my dilemma. I told her that the doctor said if I’m not used to wearing heels before pregnancy, I shouldn’t wear them while pregnant. I tried to meet in the middle and we talked about a 2 in. kitten heel shoe.

Exhibit A:

then I get a lovely email last week from the MOH saying, hi ladies here is the shoe we’re wearing. Now I will be the first to admit they are adorable. But check out that heel!

Exhibit B: The DEVIL HEEL

that’s right ladies. This heel is an ULTRA high heel. It’s 4.5 inches tall. Are you FRACKING kidding me?!

So I texted Sassy and asked about the shoe, and why the change. She said, sorry but the MOH made an “executive decision” and that’s what we’re wearing. I said I’m absolutely not wearing these at 7 months preggo. Sorry to be disagreeable but I can’t risk the health of my baby for shoes. She wrote back, “Well I want you all in matching shoes and I can’t please everyone.” Seriously? The MOH has done nothing for the wedding so far, and I’ve done all the work for the shower. Everything, down to the invitations, the planning, organizing, decorating, the works. The only thing she’s done is take care of food, which is being catered. Tough job eh? And she’s worrying about pleasing her? Shouldn’t she worry that her pregnant friend may fall flat on her face and ruin her big day?

I won’t bore you with more details, but after quite a few snarky, downright rude texts from her, she finally said that it was fine if I wanted to pick out my own shoes, if I’m “so concerned for my safety”. I could tell she was pissed. I worked myself up into a tizzy about the whole thing and ended up a crying mess in Match’s arms. He was pissed as hell and said we should both just drop out of the wedding. He said he refused to let me wear those stilts anyways.

She finally wrote back that she was sorry for getting irritated. I wrote her that I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress  with this modified rest, and worrying about mine and the baby’s health, and the last thing I care to worry about are SHOES. She then asked if I would feel better if I just weren’t in the wedding. In a word? YES! I said I’d still help with the shower as long as I get the doctor’s ok, but beyond that I just need to relax.

I’m relieved, but my heart is sad because I hate not honoring commitments. Match is thrilled because he really didn’t want to be in the wedding in the first place. Neither did I really. I just wanted to help with the shower, because I think they’re really fun. I wanted to do it because I wanted to, not because I had to. Ya know?

I’m also feeling very disenchanted with my friendship with Sassy. I feel sort of like she never really wanted me to be in the wedding, and just wanted my help, because she knew I’d go above and beyond. I’ve had the feeling that because I’m pregnant she doesn’t want me in the pictures…and that’s fine. I just want to sit in a comfortable chair to be honest with you.

So there you have it. That’s the story of how I’m no longer a bridesmaid, all because of a pair of shoes. She did apologize again, and said she’s very grateful for all the work I’ve done, and how she doesn’t want this to come between us. I told her I’m happy for her, and I’m so happy to help with the shower, but that at the end of the day, I need to do what’s best for my family. I may not even be able to be at the wedding due to being on rest. And the last thing I need is a bridezilla getting mad at me because of something that’s completely out of my control.

Terri: [handing Quinn pregnancy supplements] Take three times a day, or your baby will be ugly. -Glee

It’s time for another:

I’m linking up with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

So unfortunately this past Friday I woke up to a pretty good amount of bleeding, which was scary as hell. I went to the doctor and was put back on pelvic rest/modified activity. It looks like everything is just fine with Roo (I got to see my little cutie on the ultrasound, and he/she hiccuped for me, so cute!) but for some reason my hoo-ha is spotting. What the h-e-double hockey stick?! They think it’s due to too much activity, so I’m back to putting my feet up on the couch and wearing my trusty chastity belt (BOOOOO!).

With all this extra free time, I decided to take part in the Paper Coterie April photo challenge. I’m not going to do them once a day, but I think I’ll check in once a week and share them with you. Hopefully I can keep it up. It’s a pretty lofty challenge! It’ll be a welcome break from the online shopping I have been doing. I’m looking for a father’s day gift for Match. I’m thinking a nice tactical luminox 3051 watch would be pretty cool. But anytangent, back to the challenge!

April 1-3rd:

1. My Home:

We updated the plants in the front yard, and we’d like to do some more work soon. Eventually we’ll paint the house too. We want to do a dark charcoal grey with white trim.

2. My handwriting:

When I concentrate, my handwriting is decent. When I’m in a hurry it’s really messy. Here’s a little excerpt from my pregnancy book.

3. My smile:

I like my smile-thanks to years of painful orthodontist work. I do wish I had whiter teeth, but no one’s perfect!

[As a joke on Kevin, Ed and Eddy announce a booster shot for the school. Upon hearing this and seeing some of Eddy's mind games, Kevin collapses]
Jimmy: KEVIN FAINTED!!
Nazz [to Kevin]: Dude, are you okay? -Ed, Edd, ‘n Eddy

I’m linking up with Impulsive Addict and Seriously Shawn.

This past Wednesday I was doing my usual thing: puttering around the house, doing some laundry, blogging, tidying up the house, when Match called. He had been at a conference for work, so I assumed he was calling during the lunch break.

DG: “Hey sweetie what’s up?”

Match: “I’m in an ambulance. I’m on my way to the hospital right now.”

DG: blood running cold. “What happened? Oh my god are you okay?”

Match: “Yeah, I’m fine I guess I just passed out. They’re taking me to the hospital to run some tests. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s fine.”

Yeah right don’t worry. Was he kidding? He insisted that I didn’t need to drive to the hospital to meet him, and that he would call me back when he knew more. I immediately got dressed and headed out the door, trying my best not to overreact. I called his coworker, who told me that they had been sitting in a lecture, and then were walking to lunch when Match said he felt like he was going to pass out, and the next thing he knew, he was on the ground. He tried to sound reassuring but I was pretty shook up.

I called my Pops who talked me down and said not to think the worst. He said he probably just had low blood sugar and that it wasn’t a big deal. I called Match again and told him I was on my way to the hospital. He insisted that I don’t drive all the way there (40 minutes) and that there was no reason to worry. So instead I ran errands, rather than sitting at home pacing. I tried to keep busy but I kept checking my phone every few minutes.

What felt like hours later he called me back to let me know that he was going back to work, and that his vitals were fine. He had low blood pressure, and a low heart rate, but they said this was because he is in excellent shape. They were as stumped as he was by what had happened.

When Match got home that night I grabbed him in a bear hug and cried into his chest for a good five minutes. I was so relieved that he was okay, but I was worried too. What the heck would cause an extremely healthy 28 year old, whose blood sugar turned out to be fine, to just randomly pass out? He told me more details after I’d calmed down. He said when he woke up he had no idea where he was, and he didn’t recognize any of his coworkers. He was a little freaked out too, and he agreed that we should follow up with his regular doctor.

He went in for tests on Friday, and the results were that he is as healthy as a professional marathon runner. While it’s great news, it’s frustrating to not know the cause of the fainting, and his dizziness and headaches. He’s getting a cat scan done, mostly to appease me because I worry. Hopefully it was all just a freak experience. I’m just so relieved it didn’t happen while he was working in the jail. Can you imagine? I’m so grateful he wasn’t there where he could have banged his head on the deputy roll top desks or worse…in a cell alone with an inmate. The idea sends a chill up my spine.

Now that we know he’s probably just fine, we can laugh about it. I teased him that he’s having hysterical pregnancy symptoms and trying to steal my limelight.