Thursday, October 6, 2011
Christ puts the most amazing people in my life. These are words from an email sent to me earlier today!
Jackie since this is your first baby, please allow me to give you some information about how to determine if you are in labor or just having false labor. As I said last night, Braxton Hicks usually involve only some of the uterine muscles. The uterus is made up of many muscles. Some run around your uterus, they serve to squeeze the baby during labor. The others run up and down, vertically -- belly button area to top of pubic area, length wise. These muscles push down as the labor pain occurs. With a braxton hicks contraction these muscles usually don't contract, only the "around" muscles. Also, the around muscles only seem to involve a specific area, like you last night - one specific region. Down below, one or both sides, that sort of thing. The cramp in inward rather than downward. More like very bad menstrual cramps. They may be felt more in the back as the region of cramping involves the back rather than the front.
So, what happens when the real deal sets in? Well ALL the muscles get involved. The Braxton Hicks contractions are merely reaction to the uterus being overstretched. s Labor is a reaction to hormone levels that come together to trigger a steady process that begins and doesn't let up until the baby is out! Well, there are some variation in a few cases, but we are expecting a normal labor for you. Anyway once it starts there is not stopping the progress. Early labor, for most first babies, starts slowly and the contractions are mild and may be confused with Braxton Hicks -- you just don't pay that close attention until you notice, hey they are 1) becoming regularly and slowly these contractions last longer and longer and 2) getting stronger slowly contraction after contraction (instead of Braxton Hicks which seem to be strong at the start and slowly weaken and go away). 3) the cramping, the contractions seem to involve the entire uterus and now a new feeling may occur to you --cramping that is at the very top of the uterus pushing in a downward manner along with the contractions that go around the uterus. There is a reason for this -- the uterus uses all its super powers (it IS the strongest muscle in the human body, yes stronger than any muscle a man has, tell your boyfriend THAT!) to squeeze in and push downward to assure that baby gets pushed out. A woman in a coma can give birth vaginally, that uterus WILL push a baby out even if you don't focus on pushing (though pushing helps to move it along better!!!). In early labor you will notice a change in pain level. At first it may just be more deeply aching, something like you have now with the braxton hicks. But as they become more regular and last longer and start to become stronger and slowly more painful. The pain become sharp instead of achy. This is the first part of the first stage of labor. The labor pains may not be extremely regular, but ABOUT every 15 to 20 minutes apart and they will last 30 or more seconds, the tightening and pain starts easy and builds to a peak then slowly lets loose -- tighter, tighter then releases slowly. You can go about your activities at this stage. Walking helps some women to speed it up. Others prefer to talk to other between pains or watch TV. This part can last for hours! It is not considered "active labor" though it IS labor and a necessary part to get things loosend up down there. If the head is not already engaged in the pelvis (should be by not, did your doctor tell you that yet, if it is engaged?) these contractions hopefully get that that accomplished.
After a few or a lot of hours, this labor will build into the "active" portion. This is when it is time to go to the hospital. But how do you know that it is time? Well, during the less active portion or even hours or a day prior you will pass your mucus plug. Has the doc told you about that? It is a kind of bloody, mucus like discharge -- like a big period blood clot but more snot like to be gross -- and it is blood tinged, pinkish or red streaked. This signals labor is near if you have no contractions and it tell you labor is the real deal if you are having regular contractions. The active stage is when the pains become closer and closer together, more regular and last for a longer time. When the pains are 5 to 10 mins apart AND lasting at least 60 sec AND so bad you can't walk or talk when in the midst of them, get packing. In the non active stage the pain is much less painful. And they will be more powerful, they are HARD knots that stay at the peek longer before letting up. If you doctor has not ordered you to the hospital by this point (call him when you know you are in the early part of the first stage described above, if he hasn't yet told you when to go to the hospital, he will tell you then on the phone. He may want his patients there before the "active labor" hard part begins. At any rate, as soon as you have pains 5 minutes apart for at least half hour and they last at least 60 seconds and the pain at its peak is so painful you can't answer questions until the pain lightens up, you must go to the hospital. They will check you and hopefully you will be 4 or more cms. dilated and the cervix will be thinned out so the head is dropping down well. You can have an epidural at this point and bye, bye pain! The doctor may elect to break your water at that point to help the labor progress quicker. As the water is expelled the baby slides down at least a little and the contractions become more powerful. With the epidural aboard you will be able to rest; you will need it for the pushing phase. The pushing phase is the second stage of labor -- the baby entering the birth canal and exiting body. With the first baby this phase typically last a couple of hours. Some like Ileana luck out and it last only minutes!
I hope you remember what I said about effective pushing -- fill those lungs deep with air then focus on your abdominal muscles pushing downward and push hard. Most first time moms make a BIG mistake by pushing in a way the pressure in in the face and neck, more gritting than pushing. This does little good. Focus, focus on you abdomen and bottom, think opening up and pushing out -- put the power those areas NOT THE FACE!!! Things will move along better. Some women are "good" pushers, they push using the abdominal muscles and they push hard even when tired. The epidural will definitely help as most or all the pain is gone, but not the pressure. That pressure will help you push better, your body will help you know what to do then!
The third stage of labor is the small cramps that push out the placenta. Most women don't seem to pay much attention to this part as they are focused on the baby who is likely on her chest at this point! This is pretty much the lecture I gave my students in child development college courses! Read and re read this and then ask any questions you still have! Hope this helps!
Take care and let me know tomorrow if you guys can come Sat. or not. Listen to your body it will let you know if you need to rest on Sat. But remember we don't need very many photos on Sat. And you must tell, if you do come, if you are too tired to complete the short shoot. Even if we get only a few shots that will at lest mean you will get at least one or two photos of you and your guy from it! Either way I am totally satisfied with the maternity shots we got! The results exceeded my expetations.
Babee Shower 9/17/2011
All I have to say about our bee themed baby shower is it was amazing!
We're truly blessed with an awesome family and amazing friends.
We were definitely showered with tons of love.
We're truly blessed with an awesome family and amazing friends.
We were definitely showered with tons of love.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Stuff I hate...
There are many things I can live without. Just like there are many things I can't live without.
But I'm here to vent today.
So stop reading if you think this blog is going to have a happy ending.
I extremely dislike it when I ask an individual to do something (favor) and they agree and then when time comes to see if they have performed the task they have yet to do it.
For example: "Billy Jean can you walk the dog?
Billy Jean replys "Yes I can do that."
I have learned throughout time not to set specific deadlines for favors to be done by (kinda)...instead let the person whom I'm asking the favor determine when they'll have the task completed. (You'll see why in a bit) With that being said I'd then ask Billy Jean the following question: "When will you be done walking the dog?"
He then will answer I'll do it by (insert time frame here, ie: after this game is done.) At this point in time I'm usually content that someone whom I've asked to help has agreed to help. However it all goes downhill the moment I realize the game is done and rather than walking the dog after the game; as Billy Jean said he would he has started to play another game instead.
You see that's why I let Billy Jean pick his own deadline. That's why when asking for a favor you always ask the person for their own deadline. Because they're logically only going to answer something achievable and realistic. You as the favor-asker might think the favor is overly important and he or she should drop everything and do it the instant you ask. Shit doesn't work that way. Not only that but if the favor was really that important you should be doing it yourself.
The way I see it is I asked for the favor and although it is not your responsiblity to do the favor you have taken ownership by agreeing to do it. When I asked the question there were two options: yes and no. Can you...is asking if you're able to or willing to do it. Never in the question did it say you must or have to. The individual also (unconsciously) reconfirmed ownership of the favor when I asked when the favor will be done by. Because at this point Billy Jean could have still changed his mind and said nevermind I had a prior commitment I forgot about.
And I think that's what pisses me off the most about the favor not being done. It is the fact that you became the owner therefore it became your responsiblity. By not doing the favor you're not only irresponsible you're now also unreliable to me as well as immature. Billy Jean is irresponsible because he didn't do the favor he became owner of. Unreliable because I won't be able to rely on him in the future. Lastly immature because he choose to play another video game which happens to be a luxury over doing his new owned assignment.
This example is an extreme example. I'm really not that anal.
But I'm here to vent today.
So stop reading if you think this blog is going to have a happy ending.
I extremely dislike it when I ask an individual to do something (favor) and they agree and then when time comes to see if they have performed the task they have yet to do it.
For example: "Billy Jean can you walk the dog?
Billy Jean replys "Yes I can do that."
I have learned throughout time not to set specific deadlines for favors to be done by (kinda)...instead let the person whom I'm asking the favor determine when they'll have the task completed. (You'll see why in a bit) With that being said I'd then ask Billy Jean the following question: "When will you be done walking the dog?"
He then will answer I'll do it by (insert time frame here, ie: after this game is done.) At this point in time I'm usually content that someone whom I've asked to help has agreed to help. However it all goes downhill the moment I realize the game is done and rather than walking the dog after the game; as Billy Jean said he would he has started to play another game instead.
You see that's why I let Billy Jean pick his own deadline. That's why when asking for a favor you always ask the person for their own deadline. Because they're logically only going to answer something achievable and realistic. You as the favor-asker might think the favor is overly important and he or she should drop everything and do it the instant you ask. Shit doesn't work that way. Not only that but if the favor was really that important you should be doing it yourself.
The way I see it is I asked for the favor and although it is not your responsiblity to do the favor you have taken ownership by agreeing to do it. When I asked the question there were two options: yes and no. Can you...is asking if you're able to or willing to do it. Never in the question did it say you must or have to. The individual also (unconsciously) reconfirmed ownership of the favor when I asked when the favor will be done by. Because at this point Billy Jean could have still changed his mind and said nevermind I had a prior commitment I forgot about.
And I think that's what pisses me off the most about the favor not being done. It is the fact that you became the owner therefore it became your responsiblity. By not doing the favor you're not only irresponsible you're now also unreliable to me as well as immature. Billy Jean is irresponsible because he didn't do the favor he became owner of. Unreliable because I won't be able to rely on him in the future. Lastly immature because he choose to play another video game which happens to be a luxury over doing his new owned assignment.
This example is an extreme example. I'm really not that anal.
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Thursday, August 25, 2011
Today was thee worse/best day ever.
One of my friends told me shes enjoyed reading my blog. So logically I got excited not only because someone has actually read my blog posts but more so because someone's actually enjoyed the way I've arranged words into sentences. Then she told me that I've made pregnancy seem jolly and she wants a baby. I said no no no I hope my blog doesn't make you have a baby but rather inspires you to enjoy every minute of pregnancy when you do become pregnant in the future. Of course she meant in the future but I took it literally.
Well I thought of her today when I started crying. Because my pregnancy wasn't too jolly today. I actually cried twice today. Which might seem like a lot to some but reasonable to those who understand the amount of attention a baby in the womb requires. If I'm not hungry I have heartburn. If I'm sweating it's not because the sun is too hot but rather because the baby is exhausting my body. Walking is becoming a chore. Sure the 104° weather here in southern California isn't helping one bit. However what really frustrated me today was the fact that my air conditioner in my car stopped working. I'm certain I was beyond frustrated because I even yelled at my GPS when it told me to continue straight on Foothill Blvd. Extremely frustrated that I even hung up on my honey while I spoke to him. At which point I started crying. I'm aware not everything in my life will be perfect but let me tell you God really knows when to show Himself to us... He's always there at perfect timing.
I visited a friend today who has a toddler nicknamed JJ. He's very handsome and mellow. He's so handsome he has thee perfect tan. After she tours me around her apartment we go back into the nursery. She shares with me all the baby necessitys and stuff she's used the past ten months with him, one of the items being a bassinet. Of course I fell in love. She said I can use it with my baby. I was a bit shocked so I offered to pay for it. She said no. Just use it and take care of it just in case baby number two makes an early appearance. Anyways, the bassinet is perfect for me. It's totally my taste in furniture, style and size. It looks vintage and the lace which was used to embroider the bottom resembled a cute Victorian style. To make matters even sweeter the colors were unisex.
Well when I was driving around Rancho I completely forgot about this fabulous gift. The heat had consumed the best of me. Until of course the tears came rolling down my colorless checks. On the corner of Foothill Blvd and Day Creek there was a bus stop...of course the only person waiting for the bus is an expecting mother. You'd be surprise how much you start noticing expecting mothers once you become one. Anyways, here I was bitching about the damn airconditioned-less vehicle of mine (which by the way I totalled in January and still works absolutely perfect) but there she was waiting for the bus. I'm not certain what was worse the amount of ungratefulness that consumed me up when the AC stopped working or the fact that my heart shattered into countless pieces when I saw her and realized that the deep tan her skin had probably came from waiting around for buses in the city. To make matters worse was that bus stop didn't have a shade port. :(
You see friends pregnacy isn't perfect and neither is this game of life. It's far from perfect actually. There's stretch marks and frustration. Hunger and discomfort. But everyone's situation varies. Even if there's only one positive thing left in your life you need to hold on to it. Everyone has something to be grateful for, everyone...even the homeless. It can be breathing, family, significant others, friends, God, food, water and so on! Anyways if none of the words on this blog made sense just know the following is what's really important:
Today I am thankful for the lady at the bus stop and my lovely friends whom shower me with gifts but most importantly comfort...there's also something you should be thankful foe today.. you just need to put on that thinking cap. <3
Well I thought of her today when I started crying. Because my pregnancy wasn't too jolly today. I actually cried twice today. Which might seem like a lot to some but reasonable to those who understand the amount of attention a baby in the womb requires. If I'm not hungry I have heartburn. If I'm sweating it's not because the sun is too hot but rather because the baby is exhausting my body. Walking is becoming a chore. Sure the 104° weather here in southern California isn't helping one bit. However what really frustrated me today was the fact that my air conditioner in my car stopped working. I'm certain I was beyond frustrated because I even yelled at my GPS when it told me to continue straight on Foothill Blvd. Extremely frustrated that I even hung up on my honey while I spoke to him. At which point I started crying. I'm aware not everything in my life will be perfect but let me tell you God really knows when to show Himself to us... He's always there at perfect timing.
I visited a friend today who has a toddler nicknamed JJ. He's very handsome and mellow. He's so handsome he has thee perfect tan. After she tours me around her apartment we go back into the nursery. She shares with me all the baby necessitys and stuff she's used the past ten months with him, one of the items being a bassinet. Of course I fell in love. She said I can use it with my baby. I was a bit shocked so I offered to pay for it. She said no. Just use it and take care of it just in case baby number two makes an early appearance. Anyways, the bassinet is perfect for me. It's totally my taste in furniture, style and size. It looks vintage and the lace which was used to embroider the bottom resembled a cute Victorian style. To make matters even sweeter the colors were unisex.
Well when I was driving around Rancho I completely forgot about this fabulous gift. The heat had consumed the best of me. Until of course the tears came rolling down my colorless checks. On the corner of Foothill Blvd and Day Creek there was a bus stop...of course the only person waiting for the bus is an expecting mother. You'd be surprise how much you start noticing expecting mothers once you become one. Anyways, here I was bitching about the damn airconditioned-less vehicle of mine (which by the way I totalled in January and still works absolutely perfect) but there she was waiting for the bus. I'm not certain what was worse the amount of ungratefulness that consumed me up when the AC stopped working or the fact that my heart shattered into countless pieces when I saw her and realized that the deep tan her skin had probably came from waiting around for buses in the city. To make matters worse was that bus stop didn't have a shade port. :(
You see friends pregnacy isn't perfect and neither is this game of life. It's far from perfect actually. There's stretch marks and frustration. Hunger and discomfort. But everyone's situation varies. Even if there's only one positive thing left in your life you need to hold on to it. Everyone has something to be grateful for, everyone...even the homeless. It can be breathing, family, significant others, friends, God, food, water and so on! Anyways if none of the words on this blog made sense just know the following is what's really important:
Today I am thankful for the lady at the bus stop and my lovely friends whom shower me with gifts but most importantly comfort...there's also something you should be thankful foe today.. you just need to put on that thinking cap. <3
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
What I want for my birthday tomorrow is free to you yet extremely valuable to me... <3
I'm hella excited about my birthday tomorrow. Perhaps because I'm having sushi for dinner with friends. I'm also excited to see my unborn via an ultrasound. In addition to that I'll be spending a couple hours with my honey at Disneyland.
The most exciting part is the fact that I will spend every second tomorrow with the person whom has my conditional love...the baby inside my womb. This is sure to be the last birthday I will ever have without a baby. From here on out im certain that my birthday cakes will be whatever flavor he or she adores, even ones I hate like chocolate.
It's bittersweet to know that tomorrow I'll be a year older. I never really imagine I'd be a mother at 24. I'm not sure if 24 is too young or too old. I guess if I compare myself to my peers I might be a little old since numerous have children already. When I compare myself to the norm I'm too young. Whatever the case may be I'm satisfied with my life choices and blessed to be in the situation I am in today.
The idea of unconditional love sits nicely in my heart perhaps that's why I love Christ so much. Now that I'm almost a mother the idea of giving my only son is hella touching to me. God must really really love us. I'm not sure how well I'd handle giving up my only baby or for that matter any baby of mine. The idea makes my heart sink to the deepest darkest place in the Pacific Ocean. Because of Christ I am able to have everlasting life and be unconditionally loved. He paid my debt in advance and definitely makes me feel worthy.
I don't want material gifts this year for my birthday. I just ask that you pray for us. I ask that you ask our father God to continue to bless me and that He bring me a healthy baby boy or girl. I ask that you pray that I continue to walk with God this 24th year of mine. I ask that you pray to God to teach me patience, discipline and understanding. Prayer will be the best gift anyone can give me tomorrow...because Lord knows I need tons of it. <3
The most exciting part is the fact that I will spend every second tomorrow with the person whom has my conditional love...the baby inside my womb. This is sure to be the last birthday I will ever have without a baby. From here on out im certain that my birthday cakes will be whatever flavor he or she adores, even ones I hate like chocolate.
It's bittersweet to know that tomorrow I'll be a year older. I never really imagine I'd be a mother at 24. I'm not sure if 24 is too young or too old. I guess if I compare myself to my peers I might be a little old since numerous have children already. When I compare myself to the norm I'm too young. Whatever the case may be I'm satisfied with my life choices and blessed to be in the situation I am in today.
The idea of unconditional love sits nicely in my heart perhaps that's why I love Christ so much. Now that I'm almost a mother the idea of giving my only son is hella touching to me. God must really really love us. I'm not sure how well I'd handle giving up my only baby or for that matter any baby of mine. The idea makes my heart sink to the deepest darkest place in the Pacific Ocean. Because of Christ I am able to have everlasting life and be unconditionally loved. He paid my debt in advance and definitely makes me feel worthy.
I don't want material gifts this year for my birthday. I just ask that you pray for us. I ask that you ask our father God to continue to bless me and that He bring me a healthy baby boy or girl. I ask that you pray that I continue to walk with God this 24th year of mine. I ask that you pray to God to teach me patience, discipline and understanding. Prayer will be the best gift anyone can give me tomorrow...because Lord knows I need tons of it. <3
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
As of today I am unemployed and YES I am still expecting a baby…
I'd like to say I have the Christian thing down but then I'd be lying to you...
I went in for my weekly doctor’s appointment this morning. I'm not going to lie, I felt good about myself because I was certain the baby was healthy and so was I. Sure I eat junk food here and there but not enough to affect me significantly. Well I checked in (late as I usually do). Talked to some other pregnant girls about the recent scandal "The Situation" has. LOL. Then the attendant called my name... I knew the routine: I was to give a pee sample, weight check, and then that weird thing they do to everyone when they wrap your arm inside a Velcro thing and listen to your veins (I think). Perhaps they listen to your heartbeat but that would be strange since it's not located in you left arm. The doctor walks in at perfect timing as he usually does. Checks for my baby's heartbeat, scribbles some gibberish onto my medical records and then proceeds to stare at me. Apparently I am not diabetic I am however anemic. The pain I feel are in fact early contractions, so now its been confirmed that I'm not exaggerating my discomfort. In addition to all of the above I must also face my fear...as much as I feed myself the excuse that my doctors office weight scale was off... it really isn't. I in fact have only gained a whopping five pounds the first two trimesters of my pregnancy. If I wasn't already crying I can assure you that I started crying after my doctor said I wouldn't be returning to work as of yesterday.
I notify my employers and also three friends of my tragedies. Two of whom already have a baby. One of them whom I rarely speak to BUT when we do speak it's as if we get started right where we left off. She was also anemic during her pregnancy. Her doctor advised her to take it easy but she's a bit like me, always on the go. Long story short her anemia became so bad that she had three blood transfusions throughout her pregnancy...and now she wished she had listened to her doctor when he told her to take it easy. I was shocked. Did God take her phone away and start texting me back? I was certain He was the one replying to me earlier. He was speaking to me directly through her. I don't want three blood transfusions. I simply want to give birth to a healthy baby boy or girl. I want an easy trimester but most importantly I want a healthy labor.
I always forget to see the positive in certain situations. Earlier I felt as if I was doomed. The hard work that went into planning the perfect work schedules and school schedule no longer mattered because I wouldn't be returning to work. But suddenly God reminded me that I was blessed. Not going to work is a blessing. My schedules didn’t work out because they were my schedules not Gods schedule for me. He has his own plan and apparently I am currently living it. I don’t have the Christian thing down and I will on no account ever have it down. Nevertheless I shall continue to strive to perfect it but I need to understand that there is only one perfect thing in this world and it is our Father God. I will continue to forget to give gratitude for even the most awkward situations but he shall continue to remind me as long as I shall continue to follow Him. I must be thankful for everything that occurs regardless of how unfortunate it may seem to me. I must in no way overlook that I don’t make the rules. Earlier I cried tears of frustration, disappointment and resentment. Tonight I will cry tears of anticipation, delight and thankfulness.
I'm not the type of gal to sit around the house and watch television reruns every morning. The television in my room isn't even connected. My family hates television so much that we have basic television channels. You read correctly. We don't have cable! I'm actually impressed by the fact that we have a DVD player; which I'm certain no one in my household knows how to function. Nonetheless we're happy without cable television, TiVo, or a huge unnecessary bill.
I notify my employers and also three friends of my tragedies. Two of whom already have a baby. One of them whom I rarely speak to BUT when we do speak it's as if we get started right where we left off. She was also anemic during her pregnancy. Her doctor advised her to take it easy but she's a bit like me, always on the go. Long story short her anemia became so bad that she had three blood transfusions throughout her pregnancy...and now she wished she had listened to her doctor when he told her to take it easy. I was shocked. Did God take her phone away and start texting me back? I was certain He was the one replying to me earlier. He was speaking to me directly through her. I don't want three blood transfusions. I simply want to give birth to a healthy baby boy or girl. I want an easy trimester but most importantly I want a healthy labor.
I always forget to see the positive in certain situations. Earlier I felt as if I was doomed. The hard work that went into planning the perfect work schedules and school schedule no longer mattered because I wouldn't be returning to work. But suddenly God reminded me that I was blessed. Not going to work is a blessing. My schedules didn’t work out because they were my schedules not Gods schedule for me. He has his own plan and apparently I am currently living it. I don’t have the Christian thing down and I will on no account ever have it down. Nevertheless I shall continue to strive to perfect it but I need to understand that there is only one perfect thing in this world and it is our Father God. I will continue to forget to give gratitude for even the most awkward situations but he shall continue to remind me as long as I shall continue to follow Him. I must be thankful for everything that occurs regardless of how unfortunate it may seem to me. I must in no way overlook that I don’t make the rules. Earlier I cried tears of frustration, disappointment and resentment. Tonight I will cry tears of anticipation, delight and thankfulness.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
My life in 961 words.
I am a full time student at California Baptist University
I work two part time jobs both of which I love dearly. It’s not easy being a full time student and an employee at two different educational places. Time management is a must in my agenda. I also need to plan every thing in advance. Even the times I will consume meals. However those aren’t the hardest things I’ve done. Currently I struggle every night with thoughts about this upcoming Fall. I am expecting my first child this November. I am so happy, that I have decided to keep the gender a secret until birth. I figured why bother knowing if my baby will live his or her life as a male or female when no matter what he or she is I am biologically programmed to unconditionally love him or her, and that is what I shall do for the rest of my days.
I have a boyfriend whom I love dearly…sometimes (just kidding) I love him at all times. I really think that opposites attract because if I were to tell you our story I’m sure you’d be shocked. We’re like day and night. I’m day though, he can be night. He likes to stay home and I like to go out. He is into technology and I refer to myself as ‘vintage’. I like to be in bed by sunset (well not really but if I could be in bed I would) I normally fall asleep by ten pm. He stays up till sunrise and then wonders why he’s exhausted during the day. LOL. We have a million differences of which I can only name a few but our differences are what mend us together. I feel as if God has truly given me everything I always wished not to have just to help me grow and become an enhanced individual. My boyfriend challenges me daily and he tests my patience, time management skills and ability to be flexible. I must always have a plan B with him. I never really imagined my home to be a space filled with technological advances and loud constructive machines and I can honestly say that’s where it is headed. I always considered having a library with tons of books which I’ve collected from second hand stores all in alphabetical order on tall white bookshelves. I can frankly say that that’s not going to happen. The room in my visions has now been revamped to the room in his visions. The room will probably be known as an office or his computer room. My book shelf will be filled with the latest HD DVD’s and new Starcraft game. I am certain that machine he calls ‘computer’ will probably sit away from the window (for security purposes) and my honey will have two monitors in addition to that super slick mouse on an overly sized mouse pad. I see a small bookshelf in the room but I also see my white NOOK on top of a coffee table. I am confident this sounds like the most horrific story but I am here to reassure you that it isn’t. My story is a love story. If I didn’t like it I wouldn’t be in the relationship. My honey is a modern day prince charming. I wanted a Taylor Swift CD and rather than buying me the CD for our anniversary he also purchased us tickets to her concert. When I get hungry at 2:30am he’s the only one whom I know of that will go to the local Jack-in-the-box drive thru to satisfy my chicken sandwich craving. Might I add that he won’t only get me the sandwich he’ll also get me potato wedges and/or jalapeno poppers just in case I throw a fit for them last minute. He puts up with my last minute plans and he’s patient with everything I book for us to do. Whenever I have a crazy idea rather than telling me it’s horrible he gives me space to figure it out on my own. Whenever I lay uncomfortably because the lights are on in the room there’s only one man who I can count on to turn them off even if he’s three rooms away. I needed $5 transferred into my bank account to eat those nasty gooey chili cheese fries I was craving and rather than saying you shouldn’t be eating fast-food or bitch to me about my eating habits he transfers $40 into my account.
We’re not the perfect couple as a matter of fact I’d say we’re the most dysfunctional couple in California
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