- Sapphire Crystal Face
- Seiko Quartz Chronograph Stopwatch Movement (VD54)
- Screw-down Crown
- Swarovski Crystals
I get terrible food aversions when I’m pregnant. I don’t know if it goes hand in hand with hyperemesis or what, but it’s been a regular occurrence for each one.
Some are the same. Chicken – cooked or raw. Tortillas or anything with a “bready” smell to it. Raw vegetables for first tri. Cheerios. Some I don’t see coming and then BAM. I can’t bear the thought of eating it.
Last night I asked on Facebook what some of your quirks were.
You guys. YOU GUYS. I don’t think I have ever laughed this hard. I was literally crying. I read so many of them to Sam this morning and he was shaking his head as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Usually I post little bits of life on Twitter/Instagram/FB so I thought I’d do that here instead.
This afternoon I went to Crossfit. It was 98* and that place only has fans so 20 minutes in I thought for sure I was going to pass out on the floor in a heap of sweaty blob. They’d just have to mop me up.
Obviously I made it through.
After, I needed to head to the grocery store for food. We’d had Bella’s play therapy this morning so there hadn’t been a chance, and Sam is coming home tonight instead of Friday – which I didn’t know until a few hours ago. As we headed there, I decided I was too exhausted to shop and then cook as it was already after 5, and I didn’t have a store list. I drove home to order Chinese.
As soon as we got in the door, the flies hit. Everywhere. Like some sort of freak fly storm. I was so grossed out. Windows, counters, we just kept finding them. I gave up whacking them and started sucking flies up in droves through the hand vac.
I finally figured out they were coming in from the garage (waiting till Sam gets home to find out why) and the door was cracked. Pushed the garage door opener to get them moving out, shut the inner door, and in my hurry knocked over Bella who began to bawl that I’d pushed her over.
I’m comforting her, batting off flies, still all sweaty, and downloading the Urbanspoon app on my phone so for-the-love-of-all-things-holy we can just have dinner delivered and I can sit down.
Finally we got rid of nearly all the flies and calmed down. She’s playing now, I’m writing, Sam’s on his way home. Charlie’s barking at invisible people.
Sometimes I wonder if other grownups have these insane kinds of moments. Or just me. In my house of flies.
Where do I begin?
Yesterday we went to the zoo with Laura and her kids. While there, I left my phone sitting on the restroom counter. I realized it as soon as I walked out and turned around to head back. One other woman had gone in, and I passed her as she came out. She smiled at me and walked off.
When I went back in, my phone was gone. Not just that – I have a phone that holds all my credit cards, military ID, drivers license. Like – my whole life in cards was in it. I was sick, knowing what a mess this was going to be. And at myself – because I forget big things constantly since Kaden died. All.the.time. This happened to be the biggest forgetful thing so far.
I quickly searched my purse to make sure I hadn’t stuffed it in there by accident, and then ran after the lady to see if she’d found it. She’d disappeared in less than a minute – gone. It’s a small zoo with only one way out and an open walking plan, so I was incredibly surprised not to see her.
I checked with lost and found, then security. Nothing. Ran back to Laura who called it, and after two rings it was hung up on. Then again.