Thursday, October 16, 2014

Fast Forward 20 Years... Bar Dancing

Last night I was thoroughly enjoying our ritual dance party. It had a been a long time so I was particularly excited. The music was blaring, our DJ (daddy) picking out some awesome tunes, and our girl dancing the night away in her Elsa nightgown and white heels from Easter that she insisted on wearing despite them being a bit small for her.

The love of music has been gifted to Lyla from us, thankfully. She has her own favorites and her own playlists which she insists I play for her in her room any time of day. Even if she has to just run upstairs for a minute for me, she wants her music playing. Ahh, I trained her well!

Watching her dance was so fun last night. She was having a ball. Jared played her favorite Disney songs, some Abba, and some new stuff she's been into lately. She was dancing around like nobody's business. Of course I happened to drift into the future for a split second and here's what I saw.

Lyla, 20 years from now at 24, in a little black dress at LBD night at the latest club. Flirting her way into the club and then standing on the bar dancing like nobody's business as the men all around fawned, bought her drinks, and blatantly stared.

I sat there and pictured her being the life of the party, glowing with energy. I imagined her being desired by men and the pick ups, etc. I started to get the deer in headlights look and turned to Jared. I said: Imagine 20 years from now and our daughter dancing at the bar like that on top of the speaker in a slutty little outfit.

He said: Yeah, I wonder where she'll get that from...

I said: Okay so I only danced on the speaker once, I mean twice. Or maybe...

Jared laughed.

Payback is a bitch...

Thursday, October 09, 2014

Some Whining, Just for Fun

I'm so freaking tired today. Wahhh...

I'm sitting at the lab doing my glucose test. You know, that supposed awful test where pregnant women drink this super sugary drink and then wait an hour before getting their blood drawn. For the record, that orange drink is fantastic! It cues up memories of having that orange barrel drink back in the day. What were those things called? Thanks, Google - Little Hugs! I love it - I know, I'm a weirdo. I rarely drink sugary drinks so I feel so rebellious. And it's making the little guy inside crazy! Sugar rush!

I'm supposed to be working but quite honestly, I don't want to. My brain is fried. I'm just so tired. So today I'll the bare minimum and take it easy. Then tomorrow I'll totally regret it as I get backed up.

So there ya have it. Some whining. I'm tired and I have nothing of consequence to write about that is worth reading.

Monday, October 06, 2014

So Much Love, So Much Gratitude

Today, I almost cried tears of happiness.

(Let's face it, I cry pretty much every day over something. Jared is convinced this is the worst pregnancy ever because I'm all over the freaking place. I could be sitting on the couch and he's talking to me about dinner and 5 seconds later I'm balling my eyes out for God only knows what reason.)

But today, I sucked it up and held it in. I realized how much love and care I have in this world. All it took was a little email sentence. A quick text message. A short ping on the computer. Friends, semi-friends, acquaintances, people I've never met, people who know me online only, people who work with me but never personally met me. It's all these people who are out there interacting with me in some way or another who care.

These are the people checking in on me. Asking me how I feel (and meaning it). Hoping I have a great day (and meaning it). Wishing me luck with the baby. Each and every day there is someone out there (more than one actually) filling me up with proof that there are good people in this world still. There are still people that care about others and their well-being.

It's quite ironic because every day we are filled with only horrible stories of people on the news. I don't see enough or hear enough of the good stuff. It really makes my day when I see the good stuff first-hand, directed at me. I am truly lucky.

So here's a big thank you to everyone in this world that is a good person. Someone who genuinely cares. And the boy in my belly says thank you too since he's literally kicking and shoving me from the inside to let his thoughts be known (or so I'm pretending).

Thank you!

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Music to Womb Ears

(For the record, I'm sitting in bed trying to type with my mac on my lap that is almost non existent at this point which makes things very difficult. Fun times!)

When I was pregnant with my first baby, the insatiable Lyla, I was obsessed with one of my favorite bands, Weezer. I listened to every Weezer album at the highest volumes for 9 months. In the car, I thought I was going to make myself deaf and my child deaf.

I was not worried how the tunes of Weezer would mold my child's life but I was grateful that when she came out, she loved Weezer and all my indie folk music. She's become a big time music snob over the years and prefers the Black Keys and the Head and the Heart over Justin Bieber and Katie Perry (both of which she has no patience for - that's my girl!). We have a good time jamming to our favorite tunes and arguing over what the songs are saying as well as which song is better than another.

As a 2nd time pregnant mom, I can't for the life of me understand why this time around I find myself addicted to.. wait for it... 90s hip hop. (Did you stop laughing yet?) My car is jamming to House of Pain, Naughty by Nature, T-pac, and old school Will Smith. When Lyla is in the car she rolls her eyes and complains. I've taught her well... When she's not in the car, my mommy mobile is pumping like nobody's business; base hopping, dancing as much as my belly lets me, and bursting at the seams with all the lyrics I remember from Coolio to Warren G and Nate Dogg to Wyclef (we be stayin' alive...!). I can't understand what is wrong with me and I have no idea what this is going to do to the boy growing in my belly.

I can picture it now. He's going to probably come out with a thug life look on his face, only allow his clothes to be baggy, and cry over all me and Lyla's indie rock. He will jam bass in his room shaking things off the walls, and insist on seeing the lastest rap concert for his 10th birthday.

In other words, what have I done. Hopefully my addiction ends soon, I don't cause too much damage, and we can convert him upon birth.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Sports Girl!

Fall has begun and my little nugget started off her first season of soccer and her third year of gymnastics. Where has the time gone! My little athlete is a natural, just like her mom of course. I'm not sure which sport will be her thing but I'm so looking forward to finding out with her!

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