my pop punk life

I'm terribly sorry I didn't get out a blog post last week, but just as a quick update: everything is going "disgustingly normal" according to my OB-GYN, I'm tired all the time and the baby has taken to placing her feet underneath my ribcage, where I know they definitely DO NOT belong. Two more months left!  So I don't know if all of you have seen that Facebook post going around where a husband has written down a list of things that his wife cries about, and it's cute and kind of funny ("She remembered dogs exist") or those listicles of "Reasons My Toddler Is Crying," but this is continuing in the same gist and feelings. I cry basically always even when I'm not pregnant, so this should be fun. Note: I also had my husband look at this list to see if I'd forgotten something I'd cried over, and he got into it and even wrote down some comments about them, which I will be including. Without further ado: Things I Have Cried A...

Aloha friends! Sorry I haven't been updating the blog these past few weeks - in between packing and getting ready for a trip and then actually being on a trip I've been kind of busy. But, I got in a few interesting experiences while I was gone, so hooray for blog fodder! 1) I got the distinct privilege of flying on an airplane while pregnant. Alone. *gasp* Carina, where was your stalwart husband???????????? Well, he was working and part of the reason for this trip was for me to spend time with the older batch of siblings while they looked at colleges in Utah and Idaho. So no, he didn't get to come with me (but I'm never flying or going on a trip by myself ever AGAIN after this). Also, Carina, don't you hate flying? Yes. I hate it so much. And flying while pregnant wasn't exactly the pinnacle of fun either. I got patted down both times I went through security (and before you protest, saying but a pregnant woman surely wouldn't be threatening to an airli...