The Beach.

I’m back from a much-needed vacation. It was entirely too short. Also, I got sick at the end which totally sucked. I wanted to spend one more day working on my tan, but instead I spent it on the couch. LAME.

At least my mother was there to take care of me. When I got home, I was on my own. Husband gets weird when I’m sick. It makes him nervous. Luckily, when I don’t feel well, I tend to just go in a hole and don’t come out until I’m better. I don’t expect him to make me tea or toast or anything (like my mother would do).
































I made it to 22 weeks! Only 18 more to go. I am so thankful that we got to get away as a family before the baby arrives. I got to soak up a lot of quality time with my firstborn.

Sidenote: I got my hair colored last Thursday and it’s way blonde. Does it look gray to you?! I might need to go back to have something done about that.

By Easter, Husband was badly burned.

I’m a lucky lady. Look at that hunk of man meat! I don’t need him to make me toast. Just looking at this picture I took of him on the pier makes me feel much better.

While we were away, we let my parents babysit while we went shopping and to dinner. I actually had a few hours where I:

1. forgot that I was pregnant.

2. didn’t have to tell a little person “it’s not your turn to talk” or “please don’t interrupt.”

People, having a conversation when there is a 2-year-old in the room is almost impossible. It was SO nice to have a break with my husband. We’re already planning to take a child-free vacation next summer. It’s a year away and I CANNOT WAIT. 

It takes a lot of effort to maintain normalcy when children are involved. I try to just embrace the madness … but sometimes it’s good to have a break. Even if it’s just dinner at Bahama Bob’s.

Now I’m going back to bed …

Sunshine!

WE’RE GOING TO THE BEACH!!!

I’m so excited I can’t stand it. But, I have to wait for 2 months. At least it gives me something to look forward to. What I do not look forward to? Maternity swimwear.

Here are pictures from last year’s trip. My little boy was so tiny then! LOOK AT THOSE CHUBBY LEGS!























This year, mommy will be the one with chubby legs.

I don’t mind.

Things I’ve Learned (Again).

I learned some things, mostly for a second time, during my Girl’s Trip to Chicago. The things I learned weren’t exactly epiphanies since I knew them already … I had just forgotten. 

I figured pointing out lessons learned would be more useful to the six of you that read my blog rather than blabbing about the gory details of our trip. No one wants to hear about that anyway. Especially my mother.

Here is an abbreviated list. 

1. There IS a “right” way to hail a cab. Screaming “WAIT! WAIT!” whilst running toward it is not the right way.

2. The rule for tipping bellmen is $1 per bag.

3. Sometimes it can be hard to laugh at yourself … but embrace your quirks, and try to see the humor in your own odd behavior. It builds character.

4. The local 7-Eleven probably has whatever it is that you’re looking for.

5. Never travel without band-aids, earplugs, and a flask. Even if you don’t end up needing them, all are good to have on hand.

6. Good friends are a huge gift. People who think you’re fun to hang out with AND accept you (with all your quirks)?! A MIRACLE.

7. Anonymity is awesome.

And as a side note … buying new shoes and wearing them for the first time on a trip is a terrible idea. I was so excited about my Keens and they would have been perfect (in an old lady way), had they not squeezed the life out of my feet.  

Nothing a few mimosas couldn’t fix. Cheers!