Comparisons

Before you tell me, I know...

the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

Now that we have that out of the way, let us proceed.

After going through a rocky path in life lately, I found myself complaining to a friend the other day. I ended my rant with:

I never should have left Scotland. 

I'll be honest, life back stateside probably isn't the bliss I thought it would be. When sitting in Scotland thinking about moving home when I didn't fully want to, I tried thinking of every positive thought out there I could. Really, I built up "moving home" in my head. But the reality is, how often is life always bliss? Every single day just pure bliss? Its not. That is just impossible.

The thing is though, when you (really, me) have something to compare your life to (say living in a totally different place) there are times the grass really does seem greener on the other side. And that other side, well it consumes your mind.  Anyway, after my friend talked some much needed sense into me, I remembered life really isn't that bad in California.

Today I was doing laundry. When standing in front of the washer starting my 4th load a huge smile erupted on my face. There is no freaking way I could have washed, dried and put away 4 loads of laundry in one day in Scotland. I used to dream of this day. And it made me happy.

So I guess, sometimes the grass you stand on really is greener.

I'm Getting Old

Its just a reality, I know.

But, I actually found myself in a conversation the other day where I was arguing that the driving age should be raised to 18.

I remember when I was 15 and there were rumors of raising the driving age. That scared my little 15 year old heart. Now, I think of how irresponsible I was behind the wheel between ages 16-18...irresponsibilities I won't even get into now. I just try to forget about them.

Now don't get me wrong, I did some pretty stupid stuff in a car after hitting 18, but still. I just think it would make the roads a safer place for all involved if we got those youngsters off the road.

See? Old.

Wordless Wednesday

Summer's Here!

22 Weeks - Pregnancy Style

Technically I am 23 weeks along, but since all these pictures are for last week, this post is for 22 weeks. Catch my drift?

One thing I really like about being pregnant is the bigger my belly grows, the smaller my legs appear. You see, I think of my legs as my worst feature. They are....sturdy legs. I haven't always liked that, but I also realize all of us have a place that we "carry" our weight and for me, its in my legs. Anyway, as the belly grows, it causes my legs to appear smaller. Its a win for me!

 

Shirt: Old Navy

Gachos: Old Navy Maternity

Flip Flips: Reef

I am not normally an "all black" person, in fact I love me some color, but it worked, so I went with it. I also am not normally an "all Old Navy" person, but for some reason during pregnancy, that seems to be where all my clothes come from. 

Shirt: J.Crew

Shorts: Old Navy Maternity

Flip Flops: Rainbows (not pictured)

This was my first time ever rocking maternity shorts. I lived in Scotland when I was pregnant with Connor and never needed them. I am not a shorts person, but was happy to find some long-ish ones. Normally I like my shorts to cover my knees (remember, I don't like shorts...or my legs for that matter), but these work, so I'll go with it. 

Shirt: GAP

Tank Top: C&C California

Gachos: Old Navy Maternity

Flip Flips: Reef (not pictured)

I realized just yesterday (the last day of me technically being 22 weeks) that the baby was the size of a spaghetti squash that week. I happened to buy one at the grocery store for a meal this week, so decided to pose for a couple pictures. Thinking of the baby as being that big made me think my stomach didn't look so big after all! It was quite the boost to my self esteem.

I'm BACK!

Seriously.

Things are starting to look up. We got internet this weekend. It makes me start feeling like myself again! ha, ha.

And the ants, they are gone. Well, mostly. They are still around some. But at least they aren't all over my kitchen anymore. And speaking of that, my kitchen is now all put back together and I don't have food sitting all over my house, trying to keep the ants from getting it. Awww, bliss.

Connor and I still have the world's most mammoth colds and both of us are bearing it without meds (he is too young and me, well I am pregnant).

But life is looking up. I am thinking there will be a lot of organizing going on at our house this week. And a lot of blogging.

Upside Down

Connor taking his first bath at the new house

Lately I feel like someone has turned my life upside down and shook me a few times. Due to the disorientation of this trauma, it has taken me a while to right myself again. I still am not there.

It started with Connor's sickness and turned into the move. We are living our lives in a house that is not fully unpacked and feels chaotic. In case you wanted to know, I don't like chaos. Add on top of that that our house is full of ants*, it makes for one chaotic situation. Oh and Connor and I are currently suffering from epic colds. You know the ones where you never stop coughing, day or night, and people stare when you go out in public? That kind.

Then there is the drama with our internet. Or really, lack there of. AT&T (I will shame them) spent 4 hours and 15 minutes at my house yesterday only to end up telling me that we can't get internet from them because the lines around our house are old. Uhh, thanks for freaking wasting my time. So back to square one with that one. Maybe we will have internet sometime next week? Hopefully? Please?

*Now let me go back to the ant fiasco. When we were moving in, we discovered we lived on an ant hill. They weren't in our house, but everywhere outside our house. Seriously everywhere. Like thousands of them. We quickly discovered they would come in the house to gobble something up (dead spiders) and retreat back outside. So, we had a pest place come spray. The pest guy went crazy on them and confirmed that we had a crazy amount of ants on our property. He told me if they were still around in a week to give him a call. Then it started raining and the ants came pouring into our house. Everywhere. Whether there was food or not. And we haven't been able to get them to leave. I called the pest place this morning and they have yet to call me back. I need the ants gone. Even if only for my own sanity.

And just because, I want you to know that I know my life isn't bad by any means. But at the moment, I am enjoying wallowing in self pity thankyouverymuch.

Playing Catch Up

Its been a while. I know. We moved last weekend and don't have internet at our house. Hopefully we will have it up sometime soon. Very, very soon. I realize now that I really like the internet. Okay, so I knew this before, but still.

Anyway, where did we leave off? Oh yes, Connor was sick. For two days straight. Of course I decided to make him a doctor's appointment and when I took him in, he seemed perfectly fine. Like seriously fine. Except for the diarrhea. (Too much information?) But the doctor said that could last for weeks. Weeks?!? So we decided we would make the most of this new found health and get out of town.

On Saturday we packed up and headed to San Francisco. Destination? A children's museum...and Ikea on the way home. The morning went well, except for the fact that I now felt sick. But we soldered on. Connor seemed to have a great time playing and exploring at the museum.

Then we went to grab lunch in the museum cafe. And that's when it happened. Connor threw up all over himself...and the ground. And what did I do? Cover him up with a blanket so people wouldn't notice, told Ian to wait for our food and took him outside. There I proceeded to change him and try to clean his stroller, which was covered in said throw up. After a little while in the sun, the stroller dried, Connor had clean clothes on and everything seemed right with the world again. Ian decided we should stay a bit longer. With trepidation, I agreed. 

That lasted about a half an hour. Said child diarrheaed through his diaper and all over himself. So, once again we cleaned him up. This time we left. Connor fell asleep in the car. I still wasn't feeling well. But, we decided to stop at Ikea because there were a couple things we needed. So, I stayed in the car with Connor while Ian went in. Connor slept for a while, then woke up, so I moved him to the front seat with me. All seemed to be going well. Until he threw up. I was smart enough/quick enough to aim Connor where it only went on the floor mat (well, and some on my leg). About that time, Ian emerged with our stuff. We were able to get things loaded and cleaned up and back on the road.

Once again, Connor fell asleep. About a mile or so before we got home, Connor woke up and threw up. A lot. Thankfully his car seat contained it. We rushed home, got Connor in the bath and I disassembled the car seat and cleaned it. While in the bath Connor had diarrhea...

And the flu saga continued for another day and a half. It lasted a total of 5 days. Those may have been the longest 5 days of my life. Thankfully it is now over. And we are still alive.