Everyone is making these lists of what they’re thankful for. So I’m jumping on the bandwagon. But I’m going to be much more specific about the things I’m thankful for, otherwise I’ll never make it 30 days. If I was being honest what I’m thankful for in the most broad way, I’d say “family, friends, work and church”. The end. So we’re going to have to get into specifics here.
30. I’m thankful for a skinny husband that’s perfect for cuddling. Big S is kind of skinny. I’m not sure if you could tell, but he is. It’s because of his thyroid, not his eating habits. If his eating habits actually affected his weight, he’d probably be on that TLC show My 600 Pound Life. Most women would not be so thrilled with a skinny husband, I however, am quite content with it. Why? Number one, because it’s motivating. I refuse to let myself have more than 15 pounds on him. Any less and I’d be a skeleton, and anymore and I’d be, well, my old pregnant self. Obviously, I let this rule go when I’m pregnant, which is more than apparent by my previous pregnancy with Little S. And number two, because he’s the perfect size for a pregnancy pillow.
THIS is a pregnancy pillow.
And this is approximately how I fall asleep at night. Creepy smile and all. But this handsome man is my pillow.
29. I’m thankful for Little S’s ability to say words. It’s weird. This time last year all he did was eat and poop and sleep. And now he’s like an actual person. Not that babies aren’t people, but let’s be honest, they’re super cute and snuggly, but they’re kind of boring. But toddlers are like miniature people. They can throw all their stuffed animals on the ground when they wake up and say “OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!” until you come get them from bed. Or they can tell you “night-night” when they’re tired (or just yell in your face until you figure that out). Or sometimes, you can say “Do you love mama?” and they’ll say “UH HUH!” and then your heart melts. But most the time, he just denies he loves anyone. Much like this.
(click that. or this.
or this one.
28. I’m thankful for my birthday. Because the fact that I was born is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. Admit it. You’re welcome for being part of your life, even if it just includes reading this blog. So my birthday this year I got the greatest present ever: a real bed. You know what we were sleeping on before? A mattress on the floor. No bedframe and no box spring. Because I’m frugal and refuse to spend money on things we don’t need (Except cheesecake. 15 cheesecakes a month. And deviled eggs. Technically I don’t NEED those. But Baby B does. And who am I to argue with my unborn child?)
Also, I got a new camera. Which means I can be even more LOOK AT PICTURES OF LITTLE S EATING CAKE all up in your face.
I’m pretty sure Little S is the only person to ever be so sad while eating cake.
27. I’m thankful for Baby B being a girl. Obviously, I would have been happy if Baby B was a boy, but I’m like, SUPER happy that Baby B is a girl. Because that means I can dress her up like me, but the new mom me, not the low-cut-shirt-short-dress-college me.
Baby B, you may not wear dresses this low cut, even if (actually, ESPECIALLY if) you have some weird guy hugging you and covering you up.
You may however, wear this lazy ensamble and call it an outfit (sans baby bump, please Baby B, no baby bump…). That’s right sweet girl, I’ll even let you wear leggings as pants. Because mommy is far too lazy for real pants, which means you probably will be too. No shame.
26. I’m thankful for being pregnant. I said this at the thanksgiving table 2 years ago. It was an unplanned pregnancy and a complete shock to my whole family and the biggest life changing event you could ever have at 20 years old. But I was thankful for it then, and I’m thankful for it now. There are so many people who just can’t get pregnant. And my heart absolutely breaks for them. I’m so incredibly lucky to have God bless me and Big S with Little S, and soon, Baby B. And I’m thankful that Big S is tolerant of me during my pregnancies. I was talking to someone about my mood last pregnancy and as I thought about it, I realized that if I was Big S, I probably wouldn’t have married me. My last pregnancy made me kind of crazy (Give me a break. I was terrified.). But this time around, it’s made me appreciate Big S even more. He’s done so much for me. He gives me massages every single night. He doesn’t give me grief if I didn’t have time to do the dishes before he got home from work. And he doesn’t judge me if I threaten to murder the McDonalds employees for being out of ice cream and not making me my Oreo McFlurry. He’s amazing.
25. I’m thankful for this blog. It almost keeps me sane. It’s like my secret journal about all the things that you really shouldn’t know about me and then I accidentally hit “Publish”.
And people actually read it. I know you do, because I can see how many page views I get every time I post, which is also an ego boost. Which is why almost every time I post something I say how awesome you guys think I am. I can’t help it. Every time I cry to Big S being like “I have no friendssssssssssss” and he’ll be like, “But you’re a really good blogger! You have like 500 people read your blog every time you post! Internet people are your friends! ” And then I get even sadder, because being popular on the internet is worse than being lame in real life.
One day I’ll be cool on the internet AND real life.
But for now, I’m going to go watch The Lizzie McGuire Movie.
Judge all you want.
But this is what dreams are made of.
Sing to me Palo.