being pregnant = no fun for me.

I found this draft today. It was dated March 26th and I wrote it before anyone besides Dave and my Mom knew I that was pregnant. I think it’s funny, and luckily for me it’s not all true anymore.

i hate feeling sick. i need to puke. and there is some funky smell in our fridge that only i can smell. i have cleaned it out about three times already but i cannot find anything. not even my Mom (who has always had the super-smeller ability) can smell anything out of the ordinary. and i dread opening it because it hits me like a ton of bricks when the door opens and then lingers in the kitchen for awhile after the door has been closed.

also, i cannot look at any pictures of food on people’s blogs. it totally grosses me out. i can’t smell any fast food either. i got a whiff of something the other day and i about tossed my cookies in the parking lot.

i also drive with a plastic bag handy in case i have to throw up while i’m driving and i can’t pull over fast enough. i’m really hoping that i won’t have to use that this pregnancy like i had to with my first two, but i’m not holding my breath.


So after a long period of prayer Dave decided to leave his current employment and just as he started to apply and interview, someone called his current employer for a reference (even though he asked them NOT to contact them). His boss then found out and looked a replacement for Dave. They found someone who will start a week from Wednesday, so Dave was told that his last day is a week from today.

I am having a hard time with everything, and Dave is too. We both have good days and bad days and luckily we have been able to pretty much balance one another out. And although we know that this is ultimately a good thing, it’s still pretty hard to deal with.

But I am running through so many emotions and keep coming back to being so angry at his boss for treating Dave so poorly after all that he has done for this company. Sometimes I see the need and feel the desire to forgive him, but I’m not there yet.

I did take my aggression out on this floor the other day. I swept and swept, then swiffered and swiffered and swiffered. Then I took about five years off my knees as I scrubbed it clean on my hands and knees. HANDS AND KNEES PEOPLE!! I think I used about ten buckets of water mixed with approximately an entire bottle of lysol.

After Dave gets a new job, I will get myself these Crocs for the next time I have to clean that floor, as it was quite cathartic. For now, no one is allowed in the kitchen.

And I have been reading this really good book a friend let me borrow.

It’s actually a book on marriage called, “Scriptural Keys to a Celestial Marriage.” But the whole first chapter is on forgiveness and I feel like it’s been teaching me a lot. Now I just need to apply what I’m learning to my life. Why is this part so hard?

Anyway, there’s a bit on what’s been going on with us lately. Any advice or words of wisdom would be most welcome.

What would you do?

delegating inspiration

Dave and I have to talk in church next Sunday. We’ve been given the topic of “whatever we want.”

Any suggestions?

a fine whine

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

For the past few eons, lifetimes, decades, years… ok, months, I’ve been logging long days at work. LONG days. As in 9:30p.m. is lunch time and by the way, there’s no time for a lunch break, LONG days. I’m exagerating, but not by much (Holly will back me up on this). Long days make for late nights. So, when I finally get home, and eat dinner and put the girls down (on the rare lucky nights that they’re still awake when I get home), and take a breath… it’s midnight and I’m exhausted (not pioneer exhausted, but spent) and the last thing I want to do is, well, anything.

I’m tired of being a hamster by day and a vegtable by night.