Tonight I finally got around to watching The Devil Wears Prada. Brady actually DVRed it for me, he loves him some Anne Hathaway. I can't believe it took me so long to see this movie, I love fashion, accessories, Vogue. This movie had my name written all over it!
I suppose I should say that I used to love fashion, accessories, and Vogue. When I was in college, I was so madly in love with clothes and fashion. I poured over the pages of Vogue, I watched all the runway shoes on television (this was back when the Style network actually showed the runways and not just a bunch of home decor/how do I look crap), I was even accepted to fashion school! I spent whatever money (or credit) I had on whatever designer clothing I could afford. Which meant I owned a fair amount of BCBG procured from the nearby outlet mall. But I dreamed of the day when I would wear Prada, Gucci, and Chanel without blinking an eye.
I really thought that by the time that I reached thirty I would be wearing all kinds of designer clothes. And I am. That is if you consider Target designer. I suppose J. Crew is somewhat designer, and I still have my love affair with Nordy's. But somewhere along the way from college to where I am now, I just stopped caring about all the labels. I stopped buying Vogue. Now don't misunderstand me, I still love to shop and the thrill of a new dress will always get me, but I just no longer feel the need to spend exorbitant amounts of money on clothes. I guess this is what they call "maturing" or "re-prioritizing." Of course having a mortgage and student loans that equal a mortgage don't exactly provide the right financial environment for loads of designer shopping. I have just realized that there are more important things in life than having the most expensive or hottest designer outfit. I can look just as cute and put together from shopping at your basic stores in the mall rather than spending a ton of money on something that is going to be out of style and unwearable next season.
I am proud of myself that I have moved on from the lure of designer labels. Now, I just need to get over my love of designer purses. It doesn't make much sense to buy a purse that costs as much as a month of daycare!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Obsessed
Pregnancy has brought one a whole new wave of obsessions. I've always obsessed about things, keeping my house clean, buying new clothes, purses, Mexican food. But I've found myself obsessing over things that I either never thought of or hated pre-pregnancy. And yes, most of them deal with food.
Pre-pregnancy, I hated Chick-Fil-A, I thought it was bland, overrated, and simply a hunk of chicken on a bun. Now, it is a current obsession. I love it, I pine for it, I think about it always, and I will wait in a ginourmous drive-thru line just to get it. Luckily, I'm obsessed with the grilled chicken sandwich which is not actually that bad calorie wise. And the line today was so long they gave me a coupon for a free sandwich, score!
My other major food obsession is cookies. I've always liked cookies, I would never turn one down if presented to me, but I never actually purchased them or kept them in my house. Now, if three o'clock rolls around and I haven't had a cookie yet, I find myself jonesing for one bad. Like I need a cookie right now or someone's head is going to roll bad. I'm now frequenting lunch places that also have a bakery just so I can buy a cookie. I buy bags of them at the store and pack them up as snacks. They are my new drug. Before bed I have to have milk and cookies. (This is partly due to my raging heartburn, milk helps, a lot. And if you are going to be drinking milk, might as well throw in a cookie). Around ten o'clock in the morning, I start wondering, "is it too early for a cookie?" "Will anyone judge me if I eat a cookie right now?" "I'll just have one, I can stop anytime." And then I gobble up three.
I am grossly aware that I have a cookie problem. I won't admit to a Chik-Fil-A problem because I eat the grilled chicken sandwich, see how healthy I am? And you know what, I'm not going to fully admit to a cookie problem either. My cookie of choice is oatmeal raisin. Hello, whole grains and dried fruit...totally healthy. In fact, when Stephanie was little and only ate mayonnaise sandwiches, my grandma used to make her eat oatmeal cookies because they were healthy. If grandma says oatmeal cookies are ok, then they are ok! I think I'm going to go grab one right now.
Pre-pregnancy, I hated Chick-Fil-A, I thought it was bland, overrated, and simply a hunk of chicken on a bun. Now, it is a current obsession. I love it, I pine for it, I think about it always, and I will wait in a ginourmous drive-thru line just to get it. Luckily, I'm obsessed with the grilled chicken sandwich which is not actually that bad calorie wise. And the line today was so long they gave me a coupon for a free sandwich, score!
My other major food obsession is cookies. I've always liked cookies, I would never turn one down if presented to me, but I never actually purchased them or kept them in my house. Now, if three o'clock rolls around and I haven't had a cookie yet, I find myself jonesing for one bad. Like I need a cookie right now or someone's head is going to roll bad. I'm now frequenting lunch places that also have a bakery just so I can buy a cookie. I buy bags of them at the store and pack them up as snacks. They are my new drug. Before bed I have to have milk and cookies. (This is partly due to my raging heartburn, milk helps, a lot. And if you are going to be drinking milk, might as well throw in a cookie). Around ten o'clock in the morning, I start wondering, "is it too early for a cookie?" "Will anyone judge me if I eat a cookie right now?" "I'll just have one, I can stop anytime." And then I gobble up three.
I am grossly aware that I have a cookie problem. I won't admit to a Chik-Fil-A problem because I eat the grilled chicken sandwich, see how healthy I am? And you know what, I'm not going to fully admit to a cookie problem either. My cookie of choice is oatmeal raisin. Hello, whole grains and dried fruit...totally healthy. In fact, when Stephanie was little and only ate mayonnaise sandwiches, my grandma used to make her eat oatmeal cookies because they were healthy. If grandma says oatmeal cookies are ok, then they are ok! I think I'm going to go grab one right now.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Baby Steps
Today I am feeling very accomplished and slightly less overwhelmed because I finally ordered Baby Brady's crib! After looking at many, many options, I finally settled on the Babi Italia Pinehurst Classic crib in cherry espresso from Babies R Us. I saw it in the store and it just looked really nice and solid. I liked the color, style and it was a good price. I'm not too crazy about the dresser in the collection so I might have a bit of a challenge finding the dresser. But I decided that trying to find a matching dresser and crib where I loved both pieces just was not going to happen. FYI: this is a stationary side crib, I think this picture is old because it looks like the very dangerous dropside.
I also picked out the bedding. It's from Target and very cute. I love the little lion.
I registered for the big quilt even though I probably won't use it much. It's just so cute! I think I might throw it over the glider. Now, I need to get working on a potential mural for the walls. I think I want someone to recreate the characters on the blanket on the wall.
We are making progress people! Progress is good! Now I just need to pick out a dresser, stroller, car seat, crib mattress, bouncy chair thingy, a swing, pack n play...ok I'm starting to feel overwhelmed again!
I also picked out the bedding. It's from Target and very cute. I love the little lion.
I registered for the big quilt even though I probably won't use it much. It's just so cute! I think I might throw it over the glider. Now, I need to get working on a potential mural for the walls. I think I want someone to recreate the characters on the blanket on the wall.
We are making progress people! Progress is good! Now I just need to pick out a dresser, stroller, car seat, crib mattress, bouncy chair thingy, a swing, pack n play...ok I'm starting to feel overwhelmed again!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
The Dirty Thirty in Vegas
This weekend I celebrated my 30th birthday and a very good friend's wedding in Las Vegas. I was completely dreading my 30th birthday, but I ended up having a wonderful birthday and had a great time at the wedding.
We stayed at the Bellagio. Brady and I go to Vegas a lot and I've stayed at a lot of the hotels on the strip. We had a great corner room with fantastic views but I was not in love with the Bellagio. I think I prefer the Wynn or theHotel (at Mandalay Bay).
Brady and I kicked off my birthday bright and early with the breakfast buffet at the Bellagio. The buffet is amazing and huge. One of the best Vegas buffets I have ever visited. One of the best things about being pregnant in Vegas is feeling great in the morning when everyone else is hating life. Although I did not appreciate listening to the guys at the table next to me talk about how they had thrown up, were about to throw up, wished they could throw up, etc.
This is how a pregnant lady handles a buffet, see the fruit for the baby?
We walked around the Bellagio gardens, it was a Chinese New Year Theme. It is the Year of the Tiger which I think is a very good year for our son to be born in .
After breakfast, Brady said we had a ten o'clock appointment for my birthday present but would not tell me what it is. He walked me to Tiffany's and made me go up to the counter and ask if they had something for Brady and they did; he had bought me a beautiful bracelet! After that, I enjoyed a wonderful expectant mother massage purchased by a wonderful friend. Then it was time for the wedding!
I didn't take any pictures during the wedding. I've stopped doing that ever since I got in the way of the photographer at a friend's wedding. I try not to be an annoying guest, sometimes it works.
Brady and me at the reception. I'm 24 weeks!
My senior year in college roommates. I love these girls!
Yay, the bride! She looked gorgeous, the wedding and reception were beautiful and lots of fun. Many congrats to the happy couple!
The next day, Brady and I got up early went to Serendipty on the recommendation of a friend to try the frozen hot chocolate. We had to try one of these doughnuts, it was the size of my head!
We wrapped up the trip with the water show in front of the Bellagio and a great lunch with Brady's sister. Then it was back on the road to go see our bullies who were being watched by my sister. Thank you, thank you, thank you Steph for watching the bullies!
We stayed at the Bellagio. Brady and I go to Vegas a lot and I've stayed at a lot of the hotels on the strip. We had a great corner room with fantastic views but I was not in love with the Bellagio. I think I prefer the Wynn or theHotel (at Mandalay Bay).
Brady and I kicked off my birthday bright and early with the breakfast buffet at the Bellagio. The buffet is amazing and huge. One of the best Vegas buffets I have ever visited. One of the best things about being pregnant in Vegas is feeling great in the morning when everyone else is hating life. Although I did not appreciate listening to the guys at the table next to me talk about how they had thrown up, were about to throw up, wished they could throw up, etc.
This is how a pregnant lady handles a buffet, see the fruit for the baby?
We walked around the Bellagio gardens, it was a Chinese New Year Theme. It is the Year of the Tiger which I think is a very good year for our son to be born in .
After breakfast, Brady said we had a ten o'clock appointment for my birthday present but would not tell me what it is. He walked me to Tiffany's and made me go up to the counter and ask if they had something for Brady and they did; he had bought me a beautiful bracelet! After that, I enjoyed a wonderful expectant mother massage purchased by a wonderful friend. Then it was time for the wedding!
I didn't take any pictures during the wedding. I've stopped doing that ever since I got in the way of the photographer at a friend's wedding. I try not to be an annoying guest, sometimes it works.
Brady and me at the reception. I'm 24 weeks!
My senior year in college roommates. I love these girls!
Yay, the bride! She looked gorgeous, the wedding and reception were beautiful and lots of fun. Many congrats to the happy couple!
The next day, Brady and I got up early went to Serendipty on the recommendation of a friend to try the frozen hot chocolate. We had to try one of these doughnuts, it was the size of my head!
Mmmmm, doughnuts...
We wrapped up the trip with the water show in front of the Bellagio and a great lunch with Brady's sister. Then it was back on the road to go see our bullies who were being watched by my sister. Thank you, thank you, thank you Steph for watching the bullies!
The Many Sides
There are many wonderful, happy things about pregnancy. The loving anticipation of your baby. The new, special bond that develops with your spouse as you discuss your dreams, fears, goals, and aspirations for the baby. Picking out darling onesies and baby blankets. The outpouring of congratulations and love from family and friends.
And then there is the ugly side of pregnancy.
The watching all your friends get tipsy and have fun in Las Vegas while you enjoy a crazy sugar high because you just had three shirley temples. The trying to get dressed for work in the morning, desperately attempting to look professional, and leaving the house looking like a whale stuffed in a suit. The long, long list of things you can't eat or drink which happens to be all the stuff you love. The exhaustion, the headaches, the queasiness.
And there there is the really ugly side of pregnancy. The stretch marks. Pregnancy is supposed to be lovely and joyful. Let me tell you, there ain't nuthin lovely and joyful about a stretch mark. They are gross, plain and simple. And I just noticed my first one. I did not have a single one until today at 24 weeks and 3 days. I thought I was lucky. I thought I was special. I thought I was going to escape them. I was wrong, so very wrong. There they are, on my stomach, mocking me. They are saying, "go ahead and throw away your bikinis, welcome to wearing dowdy one pieces for the rest of your life." I immediately rubbed tummy oil on them to shut them up. We'll see if it works.
Although there are definite downsides to pregnancy, there is always this:
This is Brady as a little baby, how cute are those chubby cheeks?!
At the end of the roller coaster of your pregnancy is your wonderful, little baby. And that makes it all worth it. So Baby Brady, I will endure the rapidly expanding waistline, the lack of wine, and the stretch marks all because you are so absolutely worth it. But know that when you misbehave, I will be the one screaming "do you know what I went through for 9 months for you!?!"
And then there is the ugly side of pregnancy.
The watching all your friends get tipsy and have fun in Las Vegas while you enjoy a crazy sugar high because you just had three shirley temples. The trying to get dressed for work in the morning, desperately attempting to look professional, and leaving the house looking like a whale stuffed in a suit. The long, long list of things you can't eat or drink which happens to be all the stuff you love. The exhaustion, the headaches, the queasiness.
And there there is the really ugly side of pregnancy. The stretch marks. Pregnancy is supposed to be lovely and joyful. Let me tell you, there ain't nuthin lovely and joyful about a stretch mark. They are gross, plain and simple. And I just noticed my first one. I did not have a single one until today at 24 weeks and 3 days. I thought I was lucky. I thought I was special. I thought I was going to escape them. I was wrong, so very wrong. There they are, on my stomach, mocking me. They are saying, "go ahead and throw away your bikinis, welcome to wearing dowdy one pieces for the rest of your life." I immediately rubbed tummy oil on them to shut them up. We'll see if it works.
Although there are definite downsides to pregnancy, there is always this:
This is Brady as a little baby, how cute are those chubby cheeks?!
At the end of the roller coaster of your pregnancy is your wonderful, little baby. And that makes it all worth it. So Baby Brady, I will endure the rapidly expanding waistline, the lack of wine, and the stretch marks all because you are so absolutely worth it. But know that when you misbehave, I will be the one screaming "do you know what I went through for 9 months for you!?!"
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
A Home Cooked Meal
Tonight I threw a hissy fit that Brady never cooks me dinner. He said he would take me out to dinner. I said no, I wanted him to cook for me and pouted. He asked what we had to cook. I replied in a pouty voice, grilled cheese. So he went into the kitchen to prepare my grilled cheese.
Brady: Babe, how dark do you want your grilled cheese?
Me: Not very dark.
Brady: Sh*t!
Um yeah, next time I'll let him take me out.
Brady: Babe, how dark do you want your grilled cheese?
Me: Not very dark.
Brady: Sh*t!
Um yeah, next time I'll let him take me out.
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