Special Thanks + Crazy Pregnant Lady

I love the number of dance parties that occur with this community of friends. Birthdays + wine (not me) + Gangnam style = best night ever

The best smile I could muster after a bit of a crazy day. More on that later.

Isn't Baby Oprie kinda cute already? This was for Phill since he's gone on tour.

Most importantly, I need to say THANK YOU. Thank you all for your congratulations, your continued prayers, your hugs, and your "pregnant!" chants (you know who you are). It's a little strange having this little secret of ours out in the open now, but it's a breath of fresh air, as well. One place I had not spilled the beans was at work. I was planning on waiting it out another week or so (particularly because {surprise!} I had a job interview today in the Family Birthing Center at MGH and don't know what will become of that), but......then today happened.

I hadn't even been at work for an hour this morning when I had a hunger pang. I had already eaten breakfast before work so I decided to wait it out for a bit since it was still so early. I was standing at the nurse desk sorting paperwork when I started seeing a little bit of darkness. It was getting fuzzy and dark and I knew it was going to be bad. "Can someone get me a chair?", I asked slowly. Right away, I couldn't see anything but blackness and my coworkers and supervisor were helping me to sit in a chair. Thankfully, I was able to sit before fully fainting. Once I sat and started to recover, everyone was remarking that I was looking pale and I felt beads of sweat on my face. Then, I started feeling quite ridiculous once they helped me over to a bed, took my blood sugar and blood pressure, and everything was appearing to be fine. Since I told them I was hungry they assumed this all happened due to low blood sugar. They were baffled, too, when I told them it had never happened before. When I over heard my supervisor guessing whether I had ever had seizures, I figured it was time to come clean. I said that even though this had never happened before, I was pretty sure I knew why it happened. They all had questioning looks on their faces, which quickly turned to surprise and total understanding once I explained I was nearly 12 weeks pregnant. I felt fine (albeit ceaselessly hungry) the rest of the day.

I drove straight to Marion after work for my interview. It went alright and now I just have to wait a bit for a call to set up a peer interview. My day was additionally screwy, though, once I got back into town and nearly had a really bad accident because I was being stupid. I ran a red light. Accidental, but blatant. When I was approaching the light I saw the car ahead of me turn right, but I didn't pay attention to the fact that he had stopped first. So, without paying near enough attention I proceeded into the intersection only to panic when I saw a red light above me. I put on the brakes right as an oncoming car braked rapidly as they were heading right for me. We did make contact, but it was light and very minimal damage was suffered. The other driver said not to even worry about anything so we both simply went our separate ways, but I surely felt a bit shaken up and embarrassed.

Whew! I'm pretty exhausted now, but I have my sweats on, a full meal in my belly, my puppy beside me, and I'm about to indulge in some delicious peppermint ice cream. I think I'm survive just fine.

Fresh

 

Life has been more of the same lately. Phillip and I have done a lot of Olympics watching. On the job front...ugh. Phillip doesn't have much to share. I have been growing ever impatient with Parkview since they STILL have not contacted me to tell me yea or nay on the job I interviewed for. I called the Birthing Center supervisor the week after my peer interview, but had to leave a voicemail and did not receive a call back. So I waited more. Then, on Thursday, I called HR. I spoke to a very nice man who said he knew there had been job availabilities so he asked for my phone number, said he would talk to the supervisor, and then get back with me. Today is Saturday. He hasn't gotten back with me. So? I guess I'm going to call again on Monday. I mean, come on guys! I want to work for you so badly! Don't you think you should hire me for my passion alone?!

Aside from those frustrations, we've been enjoying more community time, family, friendships. Oh and MY DEAREST FRIEND GOT MARRIED LAST WEEK! Pictures are all over Facebook and my Instagram so you can check those out.

Well wishes are appreciated! Have a happy weekend!

**As you can see, I not only changed this little blog's layout and design, but I changed the title, too. I actually kinda hated the old one. Long, unoriginal, dumb. For ease of transition, though, I did keep the same URL. Whatevs. 

Vacation Update #4 + My {not-so-worthwhile} Day

This is the final installment of Sedona iPhone photos. Promise. I've been putting off posting the legitimate camera photos partly because I don't feel like editing them and partly because I'm not sure I have the storage space left on my poor lappy to even upload them all. Seriously. Actually, I can almost guarantee I do not have enough space. Poop. We'll see how it goes. {PS-Doesn't that first photo look so beautiful you'd almost think it's fake?}

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Now, onto why my day has been not-so-worthwhile. So, we all know I'm a girl. Being a girl brings with it a slew of ridiculous emotions, hormonal outbursts & feelings, cravings, "disasters", and a host of other insane happenings. Today is my ridiculous "girl" response to my weekend. I worked this weekend, but that had little to do with my today.

Today I did nothing.

No, you don't understand. I was in bed until 2:30, only leaving for trips to the bathroom. Since then, all I've done is hang around the Internet.

And now here we are. So, my reasoning for feeling so morose and dwelling deeply in my self-loathing {yes, I'm entering the land of exaggerated terms}?

Answer: I ate too much

HOW MUCH OF A GIRL AM I?! Ok, don't answer that. The answer is obviously 100%. You know what I meant! I'm sad and low because I feel fat. Plain and simple. I know that I just need to dwell in this a moment longer and that later this evening, while Phill is off at his video game shindig that I will happily hop up on that eliptical and sweat off the toxins presently causing my fingers to swell.

It will be grand. My mind is currently clearing and I know I'm ridiculous for all this, but I felt I should share because Lord KNOWS you other ladies have been there! Plus, this is all about being real, right?

Right :-)

If I Had To Guess...

...I'd say your weekend was far superior to mine.

Womp, womp.

Work sucked HARD, yo. At least it got progressively better with each day...I guess???

Friday--Hell
Saturday--Purgatory
Sunday--regular ol' hellish work day

The plus side: it's done, over, finished (until Wednesday, that is). Also, I got paid. Psh, that hardly makes up for it. I should get paid triple time for the hours I put in this weekend.

I won't bore you with the details, but if you were wondering whether two of my patients required sitters for suicide watch, one required manual catheter irrigation every couple hours and one of the crazies (I apologize for lack of better convenient term) necessitated a police escort at discharge...I will assure you all that was, indeed, a part of my splendid weekend.

I cried a lot and I vented to Phill with lots of, ahem, choice language. But seriously, no pity party for this girl AT ALL. I'm proud of myself. I really accomplished a lot this weekend that went WAY above and beyond my regular call of duty. So, go ahead, Alyssa.

PAT YOSELF ON THE BACK!

**Friday = Tattoo Day!

Debbie Downer

Just call me Debbie.

This is us today.

Also, I found this unposted video from several weeks back when I was less 'downer-ific'.

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