Hump Day

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That’s right, its the day after Tuesday. Also known as: Still Not Friday Day 3.

I think we could all use a little happy to get us through the rest of this infernal week. Get ready to laugh, people!

This first video literally made me laugh until I cried. Which isn’t hard to do considering all of the pregnancy hormones raging through me. It also gave me yet another reason to freaking love Tom Hanks:

 

Next, for the animal lover. This video freaked me out, but in a good way.

 

And finally, my favorite. I absolutely love Andy Samberg and The Lonely Island. Some of his stuff is a little raunchy, but most of time, I crack up at his hilariousness. My brother-in-law actually told me about this one (Thanks, Ben!) and I’ve probably watched it about 10 times. And I laugh each time like its the first.

Try It Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, all!

As you know, for a while I was really into the whole nail art thing. My Pinterest boards were flooded with new ways to do my nails. I loved it! It was so much fun! I was obsessed with it for a hot minute.

Then, I got lazy. My nails were very sad.

But this weekend as I was rummaging through my extensive collection of polish, I found a Christmas gift from my sister:

Ba na na na na na na na na.....BATNAILS!

Ba na na na na na na na na…..BATNAILS!

 

So I thought: I should try these bad boys out!

I’ve been seeing things like this at WalMart, Target, and Walgreens for months now, but I haven’t really given it much thought. Mostly because I thought it was the “lazy girls way to do nail art” and I was getting pretty good at designs! But, alas, with my energy levels super low, I need all the help I can get.

Enter nail stickers.

The instructions looked pretty easy: place stickers on nails, fold down the excess, file off the excess. Ta da! You’re done!

If only it were that simple.

First, the little buggers are really hard to get off the clear strip. (And, if you drop them on the carpet, they get little fuzzies stuck to them. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything…cough, cough.)

Why must you torment me, adhesive?!

Why must you torment me, adhesive?!

Anyway, so as soon as I matched up the adhesive size to the nails I thought they would fit, I did what the instructions said to do. I folded down the excess–which again, was difficult. There was so much excess that the adhesive on the nail started to get lumpy. After I folded it down and tried to file the excess, it chipped the ends of the adhesive strip! Needless to say, there was a lot of choices words being thrown about in my mind. I really hope babies aren’t telepathic in utero.

When I finally got all of the adhesives attached, I was pleased (mostly because it was over) but I did like how they looked!

Gotham City Chic.

Gotham City Chic.

 

Have you ever tried the nail adhesives? Did they work for you? What did you think?

Pregnancy Update

Yes, this is another pregnancy post.

 

I promise you’ll laugh though, so please spare me the eye rolls and exasperated sighs.

 

The first trimester, I hated being pregnant. I was sick, tired, and had ZERO energy.

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The second trimester, I LOVED being pregnant! I had energy, zero nausea, and was still working out 5 times a week!

high fiving a million angels

 

When I slowly started getting into the third trimester, things started to go south again…

 

My energy started to fade.

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People started giving me their opinions on anything and everything baby-related, causing me to dig deep in my reserves of patience.

the lord is testing me

 

I also started noticing that my belly started getting bigger, causing more problems (physically and mentally).

No control over body or emotions

 

And at this point, even though I only have 6 weeks to go, I feel like crap.

everything hurts and i'm dying

 

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel…Although that tunnel includes me having to push a human out of my body. Which terrifies me and I imagine anything and everything that could go wrong.

Bella-and-her-baby

 

And as I get closer to my due date, I’ve been experiencing weird dreams…

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…and even weirder pregnancy anomalies….

i just peed myself

 

…and the occasional bout of unexplainable rage.

where's my mac and cheese

 

But apparently, I hear its all worth it in the end.

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I just hope I can make it to that point without going Southside on the next person to ask me how to spell Hermione or whether or not we’re incorporating pink into our Star Wars nursery.

i will stab you

 

In the meantime, I think I’ll just settle down with a plate of Oreos, and take a nice nap.

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Fan Girl Friday

Happy Friday, Earthlings!

This morning I was woken up by the Great God of Thunder, Thor himself. My windows were rattling and rain pounded against the apartment. This was all at 4:30 a..m. I’m assuming the hammer-wielding son of Odon was just passing through, but I was unable to go back to bed. I contemplated not doing a blog today but I know millions dozens of you would be heartbroken if I didn’t post. So, here I am!

Is anyone else on Sherlock countdown?! I. CANNOT. WAIT for season 3! Rumor is, the show will debut first this fall in the UK and probably January-ish 2014 for us in ‘Merica. To satiate your need for all things Benedict Cumberbatch/Holmes, check out this awesome video of BC reading a little of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s awsomeness:

We have SO many movies/TV shows to look forward to this fall and winter! Including the next Hobbit movie! If you just can’t wait and need to have your fill of something Hobbit-related {whilst improving your spelling abilities} check out this bad boy from Think Geek!

Scrabble, Shire-style.

Scrabble, Shire-style.

It also comes with “adventure cards” to shake up the game play! Its like Catan meets Scrabble!

If you know me/have spent five minutes around me, you know I hate noise. Some say I’m just a crabby patty, others say I suffer from Misophonia. I say I just don’t have the patience to deal with your loud voice/annoying noise-related quirks. Evidently I’m in a world of hurt when the baby gets here. (Did you know they cry? Like, all the time?!) So when I saw this pacifier from TG, I rejoiced! I think I may get one for Hermione. I wonder if it really works…..?

Just don't turn it to 11.

Just don’t turn it to 11.

And speaking of my soon-to-arrive-spawn… Sigh. It seems a day can’t go by without people getting all judgy/having something to say about the fact that we’re naming our daughter Hermione or that we’re doing her nursery in Star WarsThe reaction I hate the most is: “Star Wars? For a girl?” Bah. That makes me want to choke them with The Force and drop them on Hoth for a wampa to deal with. But this week, while perusing Pinterest, I found this awesome video. Which, made me even more proud of the decisions Huff the Hubs and I are making in regards to our little one, but it also made me tear up a little. My favorite quote? “Don’t tell my daughters that Legos, robots, and superheroes are just for boys.”

Work that Bump!

While my Maryland family was in town, my sister, Samantha, took some maternity pics of me and Huff the Hubs.

Don’t worry, they’re nothing like the maternity photos I found on the internet.

As a matter of fact, they’re AWESOME! I absolutely LOVE them!

Here are a few of my faves:

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Thanks, Sam! You did an EXCELLENT job! (Especially with the Photoshopping of my chipped, janky-looking nails!)

Try It Wednesday

Happy Hump Day, Tryers!

This week’s Try It is brought to you by the letter Y as in “YUMMY!”

When my sister, Samantha, and her brood were down from Maryland, she made something that seriously made me want to do cartwheels. (I refrained, don’t worry). She made these awesome things call pretzel rolls. And yes, they tasted as good as they sound.

This was indeed a Pinterest find:

*Cue the Homer Simpson-like drooling*

*Cue the Homer Simpson-like drooling*

This week, my sister Bridget decided to try them out! (And I’m glad she did!)

She got everything she needed:

Milk, yeast, brown sugar, butter, flour, fine salt, baking soda, coarse salt

Milk, yeast, brown sugar, butter, flour, fine salt, baking soda, coarse salt

Ingredients List:

2 cups milk
1 1/2 tablespoons (2 packets) active dry yeast
6 tablespoons brown sugar
4 tablespoons butter, melted
4 1/2 cups flour
2 teaspoons fine salt

1/3 cup baking soda
3 cups warm water
Coarse salt
6 tablespoons butter, melted

After she got all of that, she got to work.

She warmed up the milk in the microwave for about a minute and a half. (*If it’s too hot it will kill the yeast*) Then, she stirred in the yeast and let it set for about 3 minutes.  She added the butter and sugar, and then the flour; about 1 cup at a time. Then, the salt was put in. She kneeded the dough for about 10 minutes (what an arm workout!) by hand. You can also use a stand mixer. Then, she put the dough ball into a greased bowl and covered it.

I didn't ask if she tasted the raw dough. But I think I would have.

I didn’t ask if she tasted the raw dough. But I think I would have.

After letting it rise for an hour in a warm place it had doubled in size:

This is how I feel after eating too many pretzel rolls.

This is how I feel after eating too many pretzel rolls.

She then preheated her oven to 375º. After punching  the dough down, she divided it into 12 lumps and rolled them into balls (heh, balls). Then she Combined the warm water and baking soda in a wide bowl and dipped each ball in the baking soda water. She cut a slit into each ball and placed on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. She sprinkled them with coarse salt and baked for about 9-15 minutes (or until browned).

Lovin' from the oven!

Lovin’ from the oven!

 

 

OMG you guys. I pretty much inhaled these things. They were SO. FREAKING. GOOD. After you take them out of the oven, be sure to spread a little melted butter on top with a butter brush. You will NOT be disappointed!

Happy Anniversary!

Today is mine and Huff the Hubs’ second wedding anniversary! Yippee!

 

Honestly, it doesn’t really feel like two years have gone by. Some days it feels like we just got married yesterday. Others it feels like: “Well, this is just how its always been; me and you.”

 

Over the past two years, I’ve felt like I’ve learned a lot about marriage, men, and relationships. I’m by no means an expert, nor do I feel like books I read and people I talked to fully prepared me for marriage. I think marriage is like most things, you get a lot of “on the job training”.

 

But, in the spirit of passing on wisdom, I thought I’d share what I’ve learned in my two years of marriage.

 

1. Even if you really don’t like your spouse’s hobbies/interests, eventually you’ll get sucked in.

Neville and Luna

Neville and Luna

When Huff the Hubs and I first got together, he loved anime and Japanese movies. I hated them. I loved was obsessed with Harry Potter, he thought it was okay. Now, I actually like anime and he’s read all of the HP books. (The guy even agreed to name our daughter Hermione!)

 

2. Encourage each other.

The theme of his grad party? Robots.

The theme of his grad party? Robots.

In the months leading up to our engagement, Huff the Hubs was still in school. There were times (mostly around finals) that I could literally see the effects that his high-pressure degree was having on him. He would lose weight, have dark circles under his eyes, and would sometimes go hungry rather than stop an 8-hour study session. I knew that he needed me to be his cheerleader. I’d write him notes, take him food, and just say encouraging words to him. And he does the same for me. He’s always there to tell me “Good job!” or “You can do this!”.

 

3. Be silly.

"Don't move! It can't see you if you don't move!"

“Don’t move! It can’t see you if you don’t move!”

Sometimes, life can be too serious or you can take yourself too seriously. Loosen up! Its okay to fart in front of each other and its okay to laugh at dumb jokes, and its especially okay to act like complete weirdos together. Marriage is about loving and accepting each other no matter what weirdness you bring into it.

 

4. Take care of yourself.

"Eyebrows, there should be TWO!"

“Eyebrows, there should be TWO!”

I’m sorry, but what wife wants to come home to a dirty guy that hasn’t showered, has food running down his shirt, and belches a greeting? Not this chick. And I don’t think a husband would want to come home to a wife with crazy hair, still wearing the pajamas she had on that morning. I work from home most days, so I don’t throw on a dress before Huff the Hubs comes home. I sometimes don’t even put on makeup all day. But I do make sure I don’t look a hot mess when he arrives. Simply brushing my hair and throwing on some lip gloss gets me a kiss and a: “You look pretty.”

 

5. Help each other be healthy.

BB's and J!

BB’s and J!

One of the ways I feel like you can show someone you care is by how you treat your body. I want to be able to be around for a long, long time for Huff the Hubs (and our kids). I want to be able to go hiking, go swimming, and chase the Littles around the park. I know HtH wants to too. One of the things that drew me to the hunk of man I married was that he placed a lot of value on eating right and exercising. I feel like so many health problems can be avoided simply by eating right. I don’t want to have some sort of debilitating health condition (that could be prevented) that turns HtH into a caregiver at a time when we should be enjoying our life together. We take care of ourselves for our own health, yes, but we also take care of ourselves for each other.

 

6. Protect each other.

"Eighteen in the clip and one in the hole, B-Dog is about to make some bodies turn cold."

“Eighteen in the clip and one in the hole, B-Dog is about to make some bodies turn cold.”

Something I’ve learned over the past two years is that spouses need to be each other’s first defender. If someone attacks that person (literally and figuratively) you should be the first one to step up and defend your husband/wife. Sometimes I can take my role of protector a little too seriously (one day I’ll blog about the guy that got up in HtH’s face at the midnight showing of Harry Potter and I tell you about how I went southside) but I know HtH knows I care. And I know he does too. Especially during the pregnancy, HtH has been careful to make sure I’m okay and not in any danger. Although it’s hard for him to protect me from my own clumsiness.

 

7. Make time for each other.

It does.

It does.

Yes, married time is important (nudge, nudge; wink, wink), but so is couple time. That time that you spend together, just the two of you, not worrying about bills, work, or the noisy neighbor upstairs. HtH and I try to have a date night once a week (and please spare me the: “Just wait, you won’t have that come September” line. It’s important to us, so we’ll make it a priority. So shut your gob.). Whether it’s going to the movies, going out to eat, or just calling in a pizza and watching 10 episodes of Adventure Time, we try to have an evening where we shut out everything else and just spend time together.

 

8. Help your spouse bond with your family.

Yes, that is a My Little Pony book. He loves those kids.

Yes, that is a My Little Pony book. He loves those kids.

My family and I are very tight-knit. I talk to my parents and sisters at least every other day, if not every day. They are super important to me and the five of us have a special bond. When HtH and I were dating, he said he was a little intimidated because we had so many inside jokes and he couldn’t really keep up with our ever-changing subjects at dinner. Over the past two years, I’ve seen HtH really fall into place with my family. He’s to the point now to where he goes places with family members when I’m not there and really makes an effort to form relationships with them.

 

 

So, what about you? Is there anything about marriage you’ve learned over the years?