what a day

I'm getting slightly more irritable with people lately. I would compare it to PMS, which is weird because I should be on cloud 9 with how great I finally feel. It doesn't take much to make me cry anymore. Little things are insulting. I think it's a combination of getting crappy hours of quality sleep and anxiety about getting everything ready. In other words, it's my problem, no one else's. On one hand I feel like I need an army to come into my house and make it pretty, but on the other hand, I'm completely capable to do it, and should do it, on my own. It's not hard, I just would rather lay down in my cozy bed and hold my belly while my baby furiously kicks and moves. I'll be honest. I don't know what I was thinking when we decided to buy a house - THIS house. I can't help but to think back on a presidency leadership meeting one Sunday morning. A fellow homeowner member added his two cents to the news that we were about to close on our house, saying "Welcome to hell." I didn't believe him at first. Apparently, they were in the process of fixing up theirs in order to sell it. They are currently living in an apartment, and I'm super jealous......My new rule of thumb is, unless you have deep enough pockets to buy a fixer upper, DON'T BUY A FIXER UPPER. Make sure, before you buy, that the owners before didn't paint all the trim and ceilings a pastel pink and/or leave kitty litter boxes full of cat crap in a dark corner in the basement. From here on out, we're either renting or buying brand new and I don't care how much it'll cost. What I wouldn't give to have a new (smaller even) house with that new house smell- you know that smell? Who thinks I should put a FOR SALE sign up and see if anyone bites?! LOL Taylor would killlllll me. He's a much better sport than me. He's also a man. Enough said.

whelmed

Today I nestled up in my covers and started reading a text book for school. Four hours later I woke up with the book still propped open and gum in my mouth. I'm assuming I only woke up because I really had to pee and was starting to dream about food. It was obviously lunch time.

It's always awesome analyzing pregnancy dreams. I hate doing this, but sometimes they're so bizarre I HAVE to tell someone, like Taylor. He always just laughs and says, "you're crazy." A common dream of mine is actually about him. In my dream I'm not married, or not married to him. But his face will pop up and I realize I suddenly have feelings for this random face. Then I start to put the pieces together that I in fact am not going to end up marrying a co-worker at the mall, because I'm already married to Taylor. And then I'm always sooo relieved after I'm revealed this truth. My dream this afternoon involved me and him living together, casually, and I kept worrying about what my parents thought. Everyone was okay with it, still I was confused. Then it dawned on me that TWO years ago we got sealed together and have spent almost everyday together since. HOW DO YOU FORGET YOU'RE MARRIED THAT MANY TIMES?

Anyways. I'm happy to announce that as of maybe two weeks ago, I am finally feeling better. General Conference was actually the last time I threw up from nausea. However, I actually threw up this morning because I ate too much oatmeal for my belly's liking. Like when lap-band patients eat too much, their body automatically throws up the excess food for them because there's nowhere for it to go but up. It's so nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like s***. lol. Excuse my strong words. I think I swore all summer long. ahh.

The boxes are slowly being organized and crap is being discarded. Taylor took a sick day off from work (he really was sick) and painted the baby's room the exact color I wanted. I came home from school and didn't know whether to cry to squeal in happiness. Every time I walk past, I smile, because it is so happy and cheery and ready, unlike me. Also, I am making dinner now. And doing laundry. And cleaning the kitchen. Such small simple tasks, but pretty big for me. It's good. It's preparing me for........labor!! AHHH!!!!! DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm secretly crossing my fingers that this whole time I've been carrying twins, they'll do a c-section instead, and I'll go home with two prizes.) Everyone, cross their fingers this is the case.

I really don't have swagger

In fact, I feel like a clown most of the day. Seriously, where is my brain?
While I was getting a drink at sonic during happy hour (busy), I managed to run over the curb at the end of the drive-through. I should have reversed, but instead I kept on going. Scuffed something on the bottom of the car, but I was so hot, thirsty, and embarrassed that I just kept driving. whoops. don't tell my husband.

We moved into this house with FOUR trailer loads of stuff. Only 1-1/2 of those loads was of stuff we actually use. The rest was pure junk. Sentimental junk. Over the summer, with my little sick fit, Taylor completely gutted the basement- carpet and anything that wasn't being used. Our basement is currently stark naked.

I feel like I belong in an episode of Hoarders. In attempt to get the baby's room ready, Taylor is currently transferring boxes of junk into the living room (as I watch) for us to go through and basically throw away or move downstairs. We are not hoarders, in fact, we are the opposite. Yet two people's lives sometimes creates a messy room stuffed with packed boxes that gets put off weekend after weekend. I can't tell you how excited I am to finally use this room.

I also can't tell you how thrilled I am to have cooler temps. I only got nauseous TWICE today- first at the library when a guy sitting at the computer next to me was wearing a bottle of cologne (why?!), and second when I was sitting watching TV and my dog farted. Must be from eating all those midget apples falling off our sad apple tree in the back yard.