Pet Peeves.

Everybody has them. I just really feel like a lot of these should be common sense, "no duh" kinds of things. Maybe I'm wrong?

Planning "private" events over social medias such as facebook (and not making it "private") or Twitter. Seriously? You're begging for someone to get hurt/offended/angry. Just don't.

Hypocrites. Need I say more?

Not following through with things you say you're going to. Don't say you're going to if you're not. It's that easy.

People who like being a dick, just to be a dick. It's a wonder people like you even have friends.

Those who involve themselves in other peoples business when it is clearly not wanted or needed. Get a life. Please.

The assumption that your view is right whether anyone else likes it or not. And if someone disagrees, they're just stupid. And wrong, obviously.

Those who assume that because someone takes a step back from a situation, they're immediately running from said situation. People, that's not how it works. It's called stepping back to cool off and get a better head on. Perhaps more of you should do this.

Judging a situation that you know nothing about. Honestly, if you don't know every side, why are you even taking sides? Stop being a biased prick. At least only base your opinion on the parts you know.

And most importantly, don't do to other people things that you don't want them to do to you. If you're afraid of your friends sneaking around your back and hanging out together without you, you probably shouldn't be doing that yourself.

Nails

So a few months ago I became obsessed with doing my nails. But then I stopped doing them once it started getting cold. My toenails, for instance, still have jackolanterns on them from Halloween.

Last night though, I finally did my nails again. Mainly because pregnancy has made me feel ugly and gross and anything but cute.

I think they turned out fantastically. And here's to hoping I keep it up.

Write.

I lucked out.

Last March I went to a writing conference at Provo Library and it was amazing. I got to meet and talk with a number of my favorite authors, namely Tracy Hickman (who helped me fall in love with reading and want to be a writer), Shannon Hale and last, but not least, Brandon Sanderson. Brandon has written some of the most epic books I've ever read; literally my mind was blown by the end of the Mistborn trilogy. And listening to these authors speak about writing has been the most helpful in improving my writing.

Before I even went the the conference, I wanted to take a final writing class at BYU. I've been talking about taking the one from Brandon Sanderson for about 2 years now, wishing I'd have a chance to write under his wing. I never thought in a million years that I'd actually get that chance. Hundreds of kids try to get in every semester, and this semester was no different. I was on a waitlist of over 30 people. But somehow, I got in.

I'm taking Writing Fiction from Brandon Sanderson, and it's going to be epic. I'm so excited, words cannot even begin to describe. It will be an interesting semester to be sure. But an amazing one.

Stomach of Steel

So here's the thing about being pregnant. I don't understand those who enjoy it. Maybe that's because I'm still in the sick like a dog all the time stage. But I can't imagine it getting better.

I've been nauseous for a month straight. It's awful, to say the least. I don't understand how there are women who have 19 kids. My mother clearly has a stomach of steel because there is no way I could ever possibly have 8 children, with no twins or triplets etc. 8 pregnancies sounds awful.

I was so excited to get pregnant. I'm still excited. I want this baby so very much, even though it's only an inch or so long right now. But I just wish I understood why in the world being pregnant makes you sick. I've researched this and everything I find just says it's impossible to know and it's probably a combination of hCg and estrogen along with all the other hormones and other fun things going on with my body right now. But that isn't very helpful. And doesn't get rid of the sickness...

So by all means, if any of you have some tips, lay them on me. And please, don't mention black licorice... thinking about having to eat that stuff may actually make me hurl again. 

Things To Look Forward To

Doug and I have been feeling awful for weeks. 

As stated in my previous post, Doug and I were sick for our 1 year anniversary. It's now been almost 2 weeks of sickness for us. Colds, flues, he even got an ear infection. Last week, Doug was even hallucinating in the middle of the night, saying that little people were running to his throat to help make it feel better... It got that bad. Yesterday it was the worst for me.

I started to become super nauseous and even got the joy of dry heaving for a solid 10 minutes in the morning. I ended up not even going to work because I felt awful, worn out and in lots of pain. I decided I'd try going to my niece's birthday party last night though because they fly back to DC tomorrow and I hadn't seen them in 2 years until they came to town a couple weeks ago. My mom was making dinner for the entire family and made one of my favorites; Clam Chowder! I was thrilled and scarfed down a huge bowl full. That was a mistake. After spending hours chasing around this cute little guy:

I was worn down even worse than I had been in the morning. We got home a couple hours later and I felt awful, again. Only this time, I actually threw up, and dry heaved some more. So many stomach pains; seriously my diaphragm wants to shut off from the pain. The awful part about this is that it will never matter how many times I throw up when I feel nauseous for the next long, long while. Because it will never go away.

Simply stated, I'm pregnant.

We're expecting.

There's a bun in the oven.

I'm Prego.

Whatever you'd like to call it. 

You should all look forward to the day you or your loved one joins me in this beautiful adventure of dehydration and continual nausea. I cannot wait until this feeling goes away (definitely one of the things I'm looking forward to most!). Though, we really are excited for the little one to join the family. I promise, we want the baby, are excited for it and are looking forward to the new adventure! I'm simply just as excited for the sickness to leave me alone as I am to find out the gender and have it arrive :)