The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

I am completely surrounded by pregnant people, and new babies. I have two friends that are pregnant, two of my sister in laws are newly pregnant, and one friend who just had her baby yesterday!

I also have two friends who recently had babies, that are about 4-5 months old.

Ava will be 2 years old in two weeks. All these pregnancies, and babies, and birthdays really get me thinking about my pregnancy.

The good, the bad, and the ugly...

I wish someone would have told me that your nose can get fat. Yes your nose. I saw a picture of myself at my baby shower, and was like " Holy nose!" I didn't really notice at the time, and I'm sure no one else did either. Its just me beating myself up.

I found out really quick that not all pregnant women "glow."

What might have been a glowy look, was probably me sweating, creating the illusion of a dewy, glowy-ness...

I worked through out my whole pregnancy doing hair. There came a time where things started to get real awkward.  My belly would rub on my client's shoulders. Or it would be all up in their face. I was always hoping no one wanted bangs, so I wouldn't have to get in the baby to face position.

Being that I was around people all day long. I got some of the dumbest comments.

Seriously people, can you just stop and think about what you are saying! Maybe telling me how awful your labor was isn't the best thing to say to someone who is about to give birth!

Also, unless your positive that I am having twins PLEASE do not joke around about it.

Its not funny.

 In your head "are you sure there is only one baby in there?" Might sound like a great ice breaker, but listen guy at home depot, If you want to walk out of this store with all your limbs attached, please don't talk to me!

Man, apparently I was an angry pregnant women, that's just a touchy subject. I got comments about how I looked like I was having twins more than once, and that poor guy at home depot was the last straw!

One of my friend's clients told her "you look great, your face is really filling out."  What does that mean? " your face is filling out"  

So My face is fat, that's what your saying, that I have a fat face...

Never tell the person about to do your hair, that her face is filling out!

(I'm just kidding she would have never done anything to purposely mess up her client's hair)

One time, the girl making my sandwich at subway told me I looked like I was about to pop.

" I still have 3 months left.."

I really wasn't offended that she said that, its just a common thing people say, but apparently she felt very uncomfortable, and started rambling on about her pregnancy. Personal things.

I can deal with all the fluffy stuff ( how much he weighed etc..)

But I don't want to hear all the gooey stuff.

Please lady just make my sandwich so I can get outta here!!

And you know what! I don't care if you didn't start to show until you were 6 months.. Good for you!

" wow your already showing, I didn't show until I was 6 months."

When you say it like that, you are just bragging.

In all honesty, my pregnancy was not to bad, yes I was uncomfortable, and sick at times. But I have seen people have it so much worse than I did.

 I am blessed that I had a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby.

me 1 month before Ava arrived!

The most random post you will ever read

 Its American Idol season again, Which means me sitting and watching while thinking

 " I can do that." ( No I can't.)

 It also involves me possibly belting out a tune during commercial break as a joke, but really in my head I'm like " DANG, that was good." ( No it wasn't)

 "I bet Tyler thought it was good to, hes probably really impressed that we have been together for so long and hes never heard my amazing vocal skills."

 I have been in two situations in my life that have allowed me to consider myself a hero. One of which my friend and I actually saved a little boys life. the second one, well...

 I am doing a client's hair at the salon, when I see a black mole on her scalp.

I examine it, trying to be discreet. I didn't want to say anything right away so instead, I waited till the very end of the appointment... I was trying to make the appointment less awkward. That didn't really help.

" so don't freak out but...you have a dark colored mole on your head."

  She would have never known about it if it wasn't for me! She also never would of had to have a part of her hair shaved off in order to do a biopsy, only to find out the mole wasn't cancerous.

 Whatever. I totally saved her life.  

 she was very thankful, and sent me an edible arrangement bouquet to my work. When asked who and why I was sent that, I proudly told everyone in the salon how I saved her from a cancerous mole, so she is repaying me in delish flower shaped fruit.

 I have a weird fear that someone is going to break into my house. I don't know why, my house has never been broken into.

 Its so bad that I have even worked several scenarios out in my head about how it would all go down if ever someone did break in. I have planned out escape routes and everything.

Scenario 1: I grab Ava, and sneak out a window, go to the neighbors and call 911. I can't help but thinking about what I am wearing ( because in my head this always happens at night) Wondering if the neighbor is thinking about what I'm wearing, and possibly considering that maybe no one really broke in and that I could just be crazy.

Scenario 2: My favorite of the two. Someone armed and dangerous breaks in. I suddenly become one bad mamma jamma, and whoop some burglar butt!

 The things that go through my head are completely ridiculous sometimes. I have come to the conclusion that I watch to much TV.