Tagged by Lisa

Lisa, my adorable pregnant buddy, tagged me! Thanks for giving me something to do this morning. :)

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My Joys:

  1. Being in a new, clean, and freshly-decorated apartment (finally!)
  2. Spending a day inside, watching movies and eating junk food with my Justin.
  3. Minimal stress/drama with the in-laws. That would be just lovely.

My Fears:

  1. Bunions. Seriously!
  2. Spiders of any sort.
  3. Never getting my body/cuteness back after the baby.

My Goals:

  1. Read my Bible every day
  2. Cook 3-4 meals a week (so far, so good)
  3. TRY not to be so negative

My Current Obsessions/Collections:

  1. Umm, my growing baby, maybe? Kind of obsessed.
  2. Yard sales!
  3. Google Reader. Can’t. Get. Enough.

Random Surprising Facts About Me:

  1. I’m extra gassy these days, which my mom/Justin/random acquaintances say is not very Mrs. Priss-like.
  2. I don’t know if this is very surprising, but I have a serious case of road rage. I accidentally took it outside of my car the other night, and yelled at a guy who was standing in my way. How rude am I? I blame hormones.
  3. I absolutely HATE grape-flavored anything. GAG.

I’m tagging:

13 Weeks

Another awkward facial expression (how depressed do I look? I promise I’m a happy person!), ginormous boobies and an almost-13-week baby bump for your enjoyment. Or maybe just for mine… that’s cool too.

Anyone have stylish/affordable maternity outfit suggestions? My wardrobe is dwindling… I can’t fit into my small-mediums anymore!! :(


I was just told that my cheeks are looking chubbier than normal.  Thanks, lady.

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might…

Lately, with work being somewhat slow, I’ve had a lot of time to catch up on my Google Reader and do a substantial amount of web surfing. I’ve developed quite a list of wants/needs (let’s be honest here, they’re mostly wants), and decided to share a few. Doesn’t everyone do this from time-to-time? :)

Wish List – 5.19.08

  • Sex and the City – The Complete Series — I know, I know, but I’m allowed a guilty pleasure (when I even get to watch it… Justin hates SJP for some unknown reason). Thanks to the adorable Miss Jamie over at Oh! How Lovely! for reminding me how badly I wanted this… and for making me extremely jealous that she found it for so cheap! :)

  • I want to jump on the mineral makeup bandwagon and start using i.d. bareMinerals foundation. It’s received rave reviews from those of my friends who have used it. What do you think? Is it worth the little splurge?

  • Yeah, I’m a bit late on this, but Dooney & Bourke’s Giraffe Large Sac makes me drool anytime I see it (it is usually being toted by undeserving 17-year-olds without jobs, might I add). It’s big, it’s leather, and it’s animal print… what more could I want?!
  • To grow a healthy baby. That means no more fast/junk food for this girl. I stocked up on fruits, veggies, and whole grains yesterday, so I have no excuse! This is killing two birds with one stone, essentially — in growing a healthy baby, I’m avoiding growing an unhealthy extra chin. Win-Win(-Win if you watch the Office).

  • Speaking of… is Pam and Jim’s engagement too much to ask? COME ON!
  • To someday have a laundry room as sweet and girlie as Talia’s. Loving it! This lovely little mama is so inspiring. Check out her blog!
  • Take up sewing, as I originally planned to do 3 months ago. Alyssa’s super cute apron just kills me! I need to try my hand at craftiness.
  • To be more domestic! This is a priority, my friends, as I have slacked on cooking and cleaning the past… well, my entire marriage. With moving into a new apartment (tonight, woohoo!), I have made a goal to make a home-cooked meal for my Justin at least 4 times a week and not let laundry pile up to the ceiling (I hate doing laundry).

Can I get an amen?

Ignorance is Bliss.

This is me leaving our wedding over a year and a half ago. Had Justin known that just a few hours later, I would be on a full-blown mission to procreate, he may have re-evaluated this whole marriage thing. I kid. I’m pretty sure he knew what he was getting himself into… Somewhat.

I have always loved babies — they are the sweetest, best-smelling little things — and as soon as Justin and I were married I began having visions of us with our own little ones (they were mighty cute in those visions, I must say. They’re coming from some pretty good genes, apparently.)

Anyway, as much as I wanted a baby of my own, the desire to be a cute pregnant lady was almost as strong. I remember the countless conversations with Stephanie, discussing the importance of continuing to wear high heels throughout pregnancy… I still strongly believe in this, by the way. See, I had this preconception about pregnant women. At the time, they seemed like the 2.0 versions of themselves with their glowing skin, thick hair, cute clothes… I absolutely couldn’t wait to experience all of that and be equally as adorable!

Let’s fast forward to Spring, 2008. I’m pregnant everybody! Yay! Any day now, I’m going to have that enviable pregnancy glow, Victoria’s Secret model-status luxurious hair, be prancing about town in my 4″ stilettos, and showing off my sweet baby bump. Uhhh, wrong. Yes, being pregnant is wonderful and exciting and the thought of a little life growing inside of me is enough to make me want to cry at times… but I am definitely NOT the Morgan 2.0 I had always envisioned. Here’s a little glimpse into a day of this little pregnant lady’s life…


Stumble out of bed after restless night’s sleep… managed to make it through another 8 hours of tossing and turning due to the most irritating form of cold/hot flashes I’ve ever experienced. Make up your mind, body! Do you want the three layers of blankets, or the tank top and panties? Frustrating, let me tell you. Not to mention the 17 trips to the bathroom to pee (I don’t remember drinking 50 gallons of water, thank you), where it takes on average, 3 full minutes to empty my bladder because it dribbles out SO FREAKING SLOWLY. TMI? Should I have given a disclaimer before trapping you into reading this? Well, I’m about to go into an in-depth anatomy discussion, so the weak have been warned.

Hop in the shower, take a look at my not-so-flat stomach and realize I can no longer see it as easily as I was once able to. I have these … things in the way. Since when do you blow up 2 full cup sizes in a month? Seriously. It wouldn’t be so bad if the thought of their post-deflation state wasn’t so terrifying… I have a feeling these babies have hit their peak and are on a downhill slope from here on out. This saddens me… I’m too young to sag!

Look in the mirror to see thin, limp, lackluster hair and a brand new patch of broken-out skin (topping off the lovely albino-ness that is consuming my face, since I haven’t allowed myself to tan since finding out).

Outfit choosing time… my favorite! Let’s see which of my tops makes me look least like a stuffed sausage. The one that I used to use as a lounge-around shirt because it was so big and comfortable? Fatty, for the win!

Breakfast… eww. May barf at the mere sight of eggs. Off to work.


Four hours, a dead co-worker (don’t mess with me, man), and exactly 83 trips to the bathroom later, the craving for Mexican food sets in. YES, I can eat! … Uh, nevermind. Apparently the toilet enjoys burritos as well.


Feeling good, feeling good. Was able to consume a cherry Slurpee, 5000 calories worth of salt and vinegar chips and Subway sandwich in one sitting without puking it up. Woman of steel, right here. A little Office, LOST, reading up on what variety of fruit my baby compares to today and I’m off to bed. And the cycle repeats.

I’m such a Debbie Downer, right? Gotta love these hormones. Well, at least from the ankles down I look stylish.