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ch-ch-changes

New blog name. New blog host (finally made the switch to wordpress after using blogger exclusively for almost a decade). New ME.

Just kidding about the last part. I’m the same me. I’ve just decided to put a little more effort into my blog.

See, a year ago I was a stay-at-home writer, working on my fifth (unpublished because I keep chickening out from querying agents) YA novel. Now I’m a stay-at-home mom slash novelist-on-hiatus. And I love it. I love, love, LOVE getting to stay at home with Kiernan. I mean, look at this face — who WOULDN’T love to hang out with this cutie all day long?

Kiernan 38 weeks

But I miss writing. A lot. And I happen to love blogging. Quite a bit. And I’m not quite mentally ready to get back to my novel. So here I am. Trying to figure out wordpress — but already excited by the differences from blogger (I love changing up my style and blogging is no different). It may be slow going for a bit while I try to get it down, but I’m here — doing something for myself. In-between baby naps. 🙂

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Soooooo?

So What If

I effing Hate naps. Hate, with capital H. Which is sacrilege to the spirit of pre-preggo Sara, because, dude, from college on? Naps have been one of the highlights of any day I’ve been able to fit one in. But these days? When they’re actually necessary because I’m growing a person in me and I’m uncontrollably exhausted by 1:30 every day? They suck. I wake up disoriented and with a headache and completely groggy. And it takes at least an hour to snap out of it. Two to actually feel good. Sometimes longer. Ugh. As necessary as they are (and they are — my eyes close without my permission almost every day) they are not even refreshing in the slightest.

I am having a lot of Feels over the most recent episode of Hart of Dixie.

I took the glucose test on Monday morning. It wasn’t as bad as I feel like it’s often made out to be. No, the drink wasn’t awesome, but mostly it reminded me of a mix between orange soda and orange gatorade — just with a buttload more sugar. The part that sucked was the five minutes immediately after. I was super nauseous. My palms started sweating. And I just wanted to lie down. Actually, I wanted to lie down for the entire hour I had to wait before they drew my blood, so that sucked. Especially because the chairs in the lab were NOT COMFORTABLE. So if I fail and have to take it again, except next time it’s a 3-hour ordeal? I’m screwed.

Since I don’t know yet if I failed, though, I stopped on my way home and bought two pints of Baskin Robbins ice cream. Peanut Butter Chocolate and Pralines & Cream. (If you’ve never tried their Pralines & Cream, shut up right now and go get some. It’s my serious jam.) I will be eating the shit out of that ice cream until I’m told I have to give it up. God, I hope that doesn’t happen. Between the P&C and the  two  one and a half boxes of Thin Mints currently in my possession, I will seriously cry.

Jennifer Lawrence may go down in history as one of my favorite people ever. And I know it sounds like I’m jumping on the JLaw bandwagon, as she’s the new Hollywood It Girl, but no. I’ve loved that girl since her days of Winter’s Bone. (Another thing to shut up and go out to get if you haven’t seen it.)

We painted our nursery! (And, by we, I mean Nelsonic. I would have helped, but  I didn’t want to   I hate painting and N is so much better at it — he even freaking enjoys it once he gets into the rhythm   I’m pregnant and the fumes are no bueno in my condition.) And then? Our crib came! These two things suddenly made everything so much more real. Even without the bedding, which should arrive soon, I can’t stop staring. Like, it’s real now. Real real. (Okay, and granted, probably every little thing between now and when I’m pushing this little girl out of my body will suddenly make it real real, but still. Bear with me. I’m new to this shizz.)

Ugh. Update: I failed the stupid glucose test. Not by very much, but still. I have to go back for the three hour one. AND I have low iron, so I have to take supplements of that now, too. Which is no big. But the 3 hour glucose test is gonna suuuuuuuuck. FML. 

So What Wednesday is a blog meme started by Life After I “Dew.” (Click the link to see what other people are saying “so what??” to today.)

Yeah, so?

So what if…

  • I’ve been sick all week. Fever. Cough. Phlegm. (ew) Night sweats. It suuuuucks. And my house is a disgusting mess because of it. Dishes piled up. Laundry piled up. Empty fridge… I *want* to say I don’t even care, but I do. I’m itching to clean and get organized and accomplish something. But every time I get up to do anything, I’m back in bed within, like, ten minutes. Ugh.
  • Though I did force myself to accomplish shaving yesterday. Because the hair on my legs was practically braidable. So sexy.
  • Watching Mumford and Sons perform at the Grammys made me even SUPER DUPER MORE EXCITED to see them live this Thursday. If I’m still too sick to go, something might get broken around here. 
  • Speaking of musicians, my love for Adele knows no bounds. There is not a single song of hers that I will ever, ever, ever consider played out. I will listen to her music until the day I die. 
  • Also, did you see Carrie Underwood’s dress at the Grammys? Because I swear, the two things that follow happened within a minute of each other! Seriously. Sometimes Nelsonic and I are just so perfect for each other. ❤
The dress, in case you missed it.
Source
This is what I tweeted about it.
Cinna = Hunger Games reference. If you don’t get it, you SHOULD. 
And then? He texted the SAME THING!
His text came from downstairs, because I was sick in bed while watching.
He hadn’t seen my tweet (doesn’t even have a twitter account).

  • I don’t have anything that interesting left, so I leave you with this kinda hilarious pregnancy video. Enjoy 🙂




So What Wednesday is a blog meme started by Life After I “Dew,” a blog I recently started reading. (Click the link to see what other people are saying “so what??” to today.)