I know it. And I’m ok with it.

After my last post, I had a good cry and a nap. That’ll fix most anything.

Plus Marshall called the in-laws and they’re gonna take the kids for the weekend! Woo-hoo!

What will I do without having to worry about poopie pants, sippy cups and bed times?
Enjoy every single minute, that’s what!

Technically I wasn’t wordless today…but this was too good to pass up:

I’m trying to pull myself out of the funk. I thought that maybe if I wrote something, I’d get some juices flowing and get back into the swing of things. I love blogging and reading blogs, and I hate it when I have nothing to say. So…here goes my writing practice. Read if if you want-but my feelings won’t be hurt if you don’t. (Plus I’ll never really know, will I?) It’s a meme-type thing that I stole from citystreams(who stole it from Bethany Actually). They’re both really great bloggers, so you should mosey on over to read theirs, too. Ok…enough procrastinating. Get started already!

Ten Things I Wish I Could Say To Ten Different People Right Now(if had the confidence to do so):
1. I feel bad about the time I said something about your hair. I never brought it up again, but I think about it sometimes and it makes me sad that I made you feel bad. I don’t know if you remember it or not, but if you do: I’m sorry.
2. It’s usually not you who deserves my yelling, fussing, complaining, etc. But I’m thankful that you usually take it so well and know that it’ll all blow over soon.
3. I can’t wait to met you IRL.
4. I love the sound of your voice, especially when you sing.
5. I miss you most when I find a great bargain and want to call someone and tell them all about it.
6. I would kill for hair like yours!
7. I wish I spent more quality time with you. It’s my own fault that I don’t, and I don’t know what keeps holding me back.
8. I know that you think I’ll never attain some of the goals I have for myself, and I will prove you wrong.
9. I’m a Democrat…most of the time. I just usually keep my mouth shut. I hope that if you ever do find out, you won’t care. But I have a feeling that you would care, and that kind of makes me sad. I wish we could all celebrate our differences.
10. I only met you once, but you left a big impression on me. I hate that I never got the chance to get to know you, and I hope that your daughter has lots of people to always remind her how wonderful a person you were.

Nine Things About Myself:
1. I love Diet Coke.
2. I really love pasta.
3. I love kisses from my kids even more than coke or pasta.
4. I’m pretty crafty(in an arts and crafts kind of way), when I put my mind to it.
5. I wish I had more time to be craftier.
6. I am a Christian, but I really strive to be aware and sensitive to other’s beliefs and ideals.
7. Music moves me in ways that nothing else can. 
8. I love to read mindless “chick lit“.
9. I am getting really excited about our new house!

Eight Ways To Win My Heart:
1. Make me laugh.
2. Make a lemonade cake just for me.
3. Clean my house.
4. Babysit.
5. Massage my shoulders, head and neck.
6. Give me moo-lah!
7. Take me on a shopping spree! Whee!
8. Be excited about something I’m excited about!

Seven Things That Cross My Mind A Lot:
1. I hope I never run over a child(mine or somebody else’s) with my car.  It’s one of my biggest fears in life, and I think about it almost every time I turn on my car.
2. Man, Marshall is really good to me!
3. I (heart) my munchkins!
4. I really wish I could not throw up today.
5. I wish Target was a little closer.
6. How cute is that??
7. I wish I were more patient…

Six Things That I Do Before I Fall Asleep:
1. Check my email.
2. Brush my teeth.
3. Take my meds.
4. Brush my hair.
5. Silence my cell phone.
6. Often, read.

Five People Who Mean A Lot:
(Seriously?? Only five??)
1. Marshall
2. Tucker
3. Emmie
4. #3A, who doesn’t yet have a name
5. You (Did you really think that I could name one more without getting in trouble with somebody?)

Four Things I Am Wearing Right Now:
1. Uncomfortable maternity jeans
2. An uncharacteristically pink shirt
3. Not one, but two barrettes. I hate when my hair is in my face!
4. My go-to black necklace with an I-have-no-clue-what-it-means Chinese symbol on it

Three Songs That I Listen To Often(currently):
1. Glory, Glory to Old Georgia
2. Edelweiss
3. The More We Get Together

Two Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
1. Become a doctor
2. Take Marshall to Europe

One Confession:
1. I wish I was a better mother. It may be conceited of me to say, but I’m really good with other people’s kids. I have much more patience with them than with mine. I plan more and do more activities as a babysitter than as a mother. I don’t yell at other people’s kids. I don’t put them off just so I can read or watch something on TV or make a phone call.  I wish I would be better at managing and maximizing my time with the kids.  And I have to admit that there are many times when I wonder whether or not I would appreciate them more-and they me-if I worked outside the home.  If we had less time together, would I be better about spending quality time with them when I was home?

I am so sick of headaches I could scream…but that would make it worse, now wouldn’t it???

When I was pregnant with Tucker and Emmie, I threw up some and was really tired…but it was manageable.  It started somewhere around week 9 and was over by week 12.  Easy.  Pregnancy #3 was even easier the 12 weeks that it lasted.  But #3A is kicking my ass!  I feel like crap all the time.  I’m not kidding.  Ask Marshall or my mom or-poor little things-my kids.  If I’m not about to throw up, then I probably have a killer headache.  And if neither of those are happening, I’m probably having inexplicable aches and pains like I’ve never experienced before.  Now I know I’m out of shape.  I’m well aware that a little lot of exercise would do me some good.  But while we were on vacation I’d walk a block or two and be dying!  Mild contraction-type pain.  Ouch!

I’m trying to blame it all on the heat.  See, I don’t have very good temperature regulation as it is.  I can remember being at band camp in high school(yes, I was a band nerd and liked it!).  I’d be out on the field marching and tooting my flute, cheeks red, sweat pouring, feeling yucky.  I’d just be marching along, and all of a sudden it would hit me: a terrible wave of nausea.  There was no rhyme or reason to how hot I had to get or how long I’d been out in the heat.  But eventually I’d puke.  Gross, gross, gross.  The grossest part: I still do that today.  Hot Bridget=vomiting Bridget.  It’s just plain gross.

As a fair-skinned redhead, I do my absolute best to remain indoors every moment of every day in the summer.  I don’t like to be hot.  I don’t like to soak up the sun.  I hate the beach.  But sometimes it’s completely unavoidable.  Like today…the family decided to go on a trolley ride.  The kids had been asking, and I thought it’d be fun to hear a little bit of our town’s history.  Don’t get me wrong; the trolley was cool and I did learn some facts I’d never heard before.  BUT…nobody mentioned the fact that you get off the trolley multiple times!  In all our traipsing in and out I, of course, got hot.  I managed to not throw up like I wanted to (complements to my little friend Zofran), but the headache had begun.  Sometimes I can drink up a bunch of water and be fine(I drank 3 LARGE glasses at lunch).  Sometimes eating helps(I tried to eat, but couldn’t stomach much).  Sometimes relaxing in a warm bath or just taking a nap will help.  But today…nothing.  So I pulled out my hidden weapon: Percocet.  But today even that didn’t work. 

Several people I’ve talked to have asked me if I’ve tried acupuncture.  I’m not really an alternative medicine kind of person, but I’m thinking about giving it a shot.  There was a point in my life when I did not deal well with needles, but took that fear by it’s horns when I signed up for a drug trial that required several series’ of shots and frequent blood draws.  Needles are nothin’ now.  So now I’m thinking…bring it on!  What do you guys think????  It’s safe during pregnancy, and really what do I have to lose, right?  If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.  If it does, I’ll be my happy(-ish) old self again! 

If you have any other solutions you think might work before I go the drastic needles-in-my-face route, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know!  I’m willing to try almost anything at this point!!