voted off

Today I decided that I am a bad wife.
Why?

Well, you see, I have this horrible fear of throw up. No joke. I get all cold and clammy just thinking about it. I haven't done it since I was 8. And that was mainly because I choked on an apple peal. I've somehow surpassed a full pregnancy barf-free, which at times wasn't an easy task.

That being said, my husband has the stomach flu. Luckily I was at school during the brunt of it. But when I was home, he kindly ran to the downstairs bathroom. But, i have a very small house, so I was still sitting in the farthest corner with my computer up and could still hear it. *Shivers* He stayed down there to take a bath and I cleaned up a bit upstairs. After a while I went down to check up on him. He isn't looking too good. He asked for another blanket...which is proof on just how bad he is feeling as he sleeps with only a sheet in the dead of winter. He had me text his boss to say he isn't going to make it and bring him a small glass of 7up.

You might be thinking that I have been a good wife doing all this. But just wait.

I gave him his drink and he was mumbling and said he didn't want it. So I put it on the window ledge above the bed. Then as I was leaving he asked where I put it. So I went over to grab it for him And just as I got over to his side of the bed he made a sudden jerk up. And what was my gut instinct? Run away as fast as I could. And so I did. I ran away from my dear, sick husband all the way out the room and up 2 stairs before I realized he wasn't going to spew, but was just using all his energy to get to a partially seated position to drink it. Boy, did I feel bad. So I hurried back, gave him his drink, and emptied the garbage can in the room just in case.

And this, my friends, is why I should be voted off the good wives club.

M.I.A

I swear I'm still alive. I was gone last week at a dance conference. This week I'm busy catching up from being gone last week. And today my husbands Great Grandma passed away so we are going to be gone all weekend. I'm so grateful we decided to go visit her a few weeks ago. It was pretty sudden. So I know Zoey won't have any memories of her, I will at least since I have only met her once for my wedding and one other time before that. So that being said, I will probably by mia for another week. I promise there will be some amazing posts coming up.

Dreams from last night.

First dream from last night.

Chris decided to have a jet ski battle with these people from the mob when we were in Las Vegas. Then we couldn't find where we parked them. So he called to cancel. But they didn't like that idea. So they found him and decided to beat him up outside in a mini golf course while I was inside a building. Jake, the UPS guy from Staples, came to deliver something to that building and I told him that I was scared and he should call the cops. So he did. Then I ran out of the building into NewYork New York hotel leaving my purse and my shoes in the building. When the bad people came back for me they thought someone kidnaped me. I stole a blue dress from a store in hopes that they would call the police on me and I'd run back to where Chris was. Then I woke up. 


Second dream of the night.

We were practicing for my dance festival thing I'm going to on Wednesday at the U for some reason. Chris made me drive him to work, and I didn't know that is what I was doing so I didn't have my dance cloths with me. So I dug in my car and found a few things. Then when I got there a girl from High School I wasn't too fond of was there and making fun of my cloths. She literally made me kiss her feet. Then the 5 girls in my dance decided to cancel rehersal and find her and make her pick up everyones socks.


Third dream from last night.

We were performing our dance. But we didn't know we were dancing that day, so 5 minutes before we ran to the stage. We didn't have our hair done, and some of us didn't even have the costume on. We were doing horrible. And after someone fell off the stage and we couldn't do a lift we decided to just bow and call it good.



I'm not sure what I ate last night, but I'm pretty sure it didn't like me. And no, Charlotte, these are not pregnant dreams.

Its 11:56.

I'm giddy.

Why am I giddy you ask???

Because I'm pregnant!!!!

I kid. I kid. But I really am giddy because I just found out that a short story I wrote last summer is getting published by my schools literary journal. I'm super duper excited. One may even call this emotion, dare I say, giddy. Ahhhhh!!!!! I'm going to be a published author. I'm so happy I can scream. But I don't want to wake up baby.

I've needed some good news. Seriously.

The only sad thing is that everyone is asleep who I want to tell. And so here I am on blogger spilling my excitement out on the internet for all to see.

friday confessions

*I'm writing this as my little one is still running around in her night diaper.
*But she is so entertained with an ipod and a phone remote I can't bare to stop her.
*Or dare to get in the middle of her playing and have WWIII.
*Zo is still pretty cute when she has her little melt downs...
*And sometimes I can't help but laugh a little on the inside.
*Or want to scream. Depending on the melt down and its location.
*She just brought me a diaper...I think thats a sign!!!

wanting

I'm having a day... or should I say night. I get like this every once in a while. But I'm left "wanting" something. I don't like wanting or wishing on something I can't physically set my mind on to make happen. What I hate worse than wanting something, is feeling guilty that wanting something new negates what I already have. I tell Chris "can't you just be happy with what we have" at least once a week. So does wanting something else make what I have now any less? Am I any less happy? Because, I couldn't be happier with life. ...except maybe if I was graduated and had an idea what I want to do when I grow up. I love my little family. I love how understanding and loving Chris is. I love watching zo grow and learn...such things as putting two chairs together to jump on. So I hate looking at something and yearning for that to be me. Those moments to be mine. But as much as I hate it, I can't help it. It comes. Its here.

Time Alicia.Time.



This is all code for Baby Bug has infected me ...again.