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I woke up very strangely at 530 and had a text from my husband two hours before asking if I changed the billing address tmobile has for us. Of course not. So I checked it and it’s the same address so I don’t know why we got texts saying it was changed. And then I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t because I was too paranoid that something bad is going to happen to us, like someone is going to try to kill us or is going to rig my car so it blows up when I start it. I don’t know. I saw some article last night about ISIS telling their state side counterparts to slaughter military people. I usually don’t pay attention to that bull crap, but apparently it’s getting to me. So then I thought that we need to move on post because it’s the only safe place since you have to go through the gates, but then I remembered all the shootings that happen on military installations and how they hardly look at your ID most the time you come on and how just about anyone can get in and if something strange were to happen of course the military posts would be seriously targeted. So then I thought about being in the hospital with the baby and it getting bombed and I decided that although I would want all three of us to be safe, as long as Eric and I survived we’d be ok.

So I’m fucked up and can it please just be 1030 so I can have my feet soaking while I sip my pumpkin spice?!

Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen and said I never wanted to clean anything again ever so I figured today I would clean the rest of the house since nothing else needed to be scrubbed. Well I just finished cleaning our bedrooms and folding a load of laundry and now I never want to clean anything again, EVER!

But I still have two more rooms. 😩

Eric just walked in the room (calmly, I might add) and I jumped and screamed and threw my phone. My only excuse for getting so scared was that we just finished watching Supernatural and scary stuff happens on that show.

And then I laughed until I choked because that’s a funny reaction to have to your husband walking into the bedroom.

TMI: You have been warned.

Pregnancy is a disgusting thing. Especially towards the end.

My mucus plug is out. At least partially. I was in the bathroom and I wiped and it felt weird so I looked at the toilet paper and screamed and threw it down.

And then I laughed because that’s a funny reaction to have to your own bodily substances.

Anyway, I was going to try to get it out the rest of the way, but the only way I can see anything down there is with a mirror and I can’t hold the mirror and do everything else I need to do with only two hands.

Life is rough, man.


me: i have depression

person: *suddenly becomes mental health expert, nutritionist, spiritual guide* why dont u try yoga why dont u eat lots of fruit maybe u should exercise have u tried keeping a journal have u tried yoga have u tried meditation have u tried sitting in the sun have u tried patting a dog have u tried exercise yoga in the fruit sun yoga yoga

Shut up. I literally just did this. 😆

Except not in this way. I told my friend that maybe strictly medication wouldn’t help her and she should talk to someone and when I was having trouble I started running again and started doing yoga because I refuse to take medication and that coupled with a therapist did help me.

(Source: lesbolution)

carrying-kylie asked:

I've been actively up for an hour. And I say actively because if I'm not up tossing and turning all night (previous stomach sleeper)- I'm peeing every hour. Or even worse, dealing with a demon cat that attacks my feet every time I move haha

I slept on my stomach until 28 weeks and it’s literally the only position that seems comfortable to me and I can’t even do it now!! The memory of it is great though.

I’m jealous that you actually have a date for her and I feel like I’m just stuck waiting for him because even though I don’t foresee sleeping anymore than I do now I can at least sleep on my stomach for the few hours I do get. It’s the little things. lol

Today Charley and I walked down to the town hall to drop off our utility bills and it may have been a further walk than I thought. Turns out, yes. Three miles round trip and I was going contraction crazy on the way back. I thought I was going to go into labor by myself in the middle of the woods half a mile from my house. It was wild!

But then I went to the doctor and I hadn’t progressed at all from last week. I was still at half a cm. I don’t know what she did, but it hurt really bad and she some how stretched my cervix into 1 cm so there’s that. That part surprisingly didn’t hurt at all.

I don’t even want him to come right now anyway. I mean, I did, but then I looked at my calendar and I have a lot of stuff I’m looking forward to. I’m attending a food handlers class tomorrow so my FRG can do food related fundraisers. Eric and I are going on a date to Olive Garden. I’m supposed to be going for a Starbucks/pedicure date this weekend sometime and Sunday Manitou is having a festival. Monday we’re having a bake sale to help Eric’s unit raise money and I’m supposed to bake for it AND I wanted to be there to help during the sale and there’s a JBF sale that I wanted to go to on Wednesday, I think. And I decided today that I really need to scrub the kitchen floor. I’ve got a lot to do and I really just don’t have time to have a baby at the moment.

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