I’m taking my blog friend Kat up on her challenge, and writing a post about me. Not about my amazing husband. Not about my hilarious and adorable little girl.
Just about me.
Apparently, women don’t talk about themselves at all. Really? I feel like I know quite a few people who talk about themselves… a lot. But, I do kinda see what she’s talking about {or rather an article that another blogger read and then posted on is talking about}. Women, who are wives and mothers, tend to talk about their husbands and children, and let’s just be honest… 90% children, 10% husband… most of the time, and in the process, can lose their identity.
Truth?
Zoe is the very first thing that Brad and I talk about every single day when he gets home. And she’s what we talk about the majority of the time after that. Obviously, we talk about other things, but, she’s a huge part of our conversations these days.
So, the challenge is to talk about 10 things about yourself….. here we go…
1) As I write this I am having my “first dinner”. First dinner is preceded by: first breakfast, second breakfast, first lunch, and then a mid afternoon snack. Actually, first dinner might actually be that afternoon snack. Either way, I have to eat constantly when I’m pregnant, which is a boat load of fun when nothing sounds appetizing. What am I having for first dinner, you ask? A plain toasted bagel, with peanut butter and strawberry cream cheese slathered on top. It’s delicious. For first breakfast I had a cinnamon raisin toasted bagel with peanut butter and strawberry cream cheese. You can’t even blame the pregnancy on this one, I eat a bagel like this every time we have bagels in the house. Actually, multiple times, every time we have bagels in the house.
2) Also, when pregnant, I don’t like the idea of food cooking. Which means that I want absolutely nothing that we have in our pantry for dinner. Ever. I was like this with Zoe’s pregnancy too. It gets so bad that I actually have to go upstairs while Brad cooks so that I can be away from food cooking. When I was pregnant with Zoe I made a spinach dip for my friends party. I love spinach dip, but I couldn’t even taste test it, I was that disgusted by the preparation.
3) I am beyond thrilled that we won’t be living in this house by the end of the year. Beyond thrilled.
4) I often forget to tell my husband very important details like, “I won’t be around on Friday because I’m going to Orlando with Kristin and her mom”. Yeah. Totally forgot to tell him that…. IKEA is happening tomorrow. I told him today.
5) Occasionally I have moments, when I’m around other people’s kids where I get a spurt of confidence that I’m going to be able to do this thing…. you know, being a parent of more than one kid.
6) I started this post on Thursday, intending to put it up on Friday when I was going to be at IKEA so that you would have something to read. Obviously, I didn’t get around to finishing it. Pregnancy saps every last ounce of energy out of me.
7) I haven’t had a Diet Coke in about a month. Actually, I haven’t had much more than water to drink in about a month. It’s kinda ridiculous.
8 ) I want to adopt, badly. One day, hopefully, we will. I have very strong opinions about adoption and it’s the one area of my life where I feel like my opinions and my reality look nothing alike. I daydream about adopting. When I dream about our family in the future, it’s large and it’s completely mixed. But, the Lord has a plan for every family, and we just have to listen for ours.
9) I was a side sleeper all of my life until the day my OB told me that I couldn’t sleep on my stomach or back anymore when I was pregnant with Zoe. From that day on, the most comfortable position that I can think of to sleep in is on my stomach. Prior to that day I would not even lay on my stomach. If you ever wondered how rebellious I was, that should tell you. Right now I fall asleep in a weird stomach/side position that makes no sense to anybody and takes up half the bed.
10) On a weekly basis I wonder if I’m getting too old to get another tattoo, and if I’m not, what do I want? I think I might want a verse in script on my foot {which apparently hurts like the dickens}. I just don’t know though. I love my tattoos that I have right now so much, and I would want to love any future tattoos the same way. I’ll have to think about it some more…
And, that’s that. 10 things about me, and it only took me like 2 hours to write. Sheesh!.
Happy Monday Ya’ll!
