Married to a Drummer…
My husband plays drums in a band with some of our other friends. They play a lot at or town’s 1st. Fridays and at some other things. BabyB and I always go with him and have fun and all that. We like going.
So today he had a show. AND was actually getting paid to do it. YAAAY!
So ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ There is our happy family! All happy because it will be a fun evening…
Annd then we find out that only my husband can go because I am preggo and fat like a beached whale and it’s really far away and blah blah blah..carpooling to save money….blah blah …
D’awwwww Gir cake is so cute!
Tumblr Theme… . FOUND!
Alllllll Right! So, as the Title suggests, I have found a theme for this tumbler right now! I hope SOMEBODY likes it… Anyway, I figured I’d share a little about myself.
I am a married 22 year old lady with a child who will be 2 in March. I live in the U.S.… .in the south. Alabama to be more precise. I’m always a little afraid to post that because I’m afraid people will make fun of me or something. Anyway, I also go to college.
But none of thistrumps the BIGGEST event that just happened in my life. I’M PREGNANT! YAAAY!!! Dancey Dancey!
Okay, now I want to blog about it. Even the gross stuff so be aware!
Let me just say how hard it is to go to college when you are 6 weeks preggo. Now, with my last baby I didn’t go to college. I just sat at home and barfed my guts out until I was like 6 months along. Thankfully my Dr. noticed one day when I ran out of his office and into the bathroom to puke for about 15 minutes. Apparently the barfing noises weren’t a good enough cue as to what was going on behind those doors a whole bunch of lady nurses (or whatever they were) came rushing toward the door and banging on it asking me what was going on and if I was okay.
And once I came out all disheveled from the wild ride of pukecity I told them I was okay, but they took one look at me and tsk tsked, gave me a wonderfully cold sprite, and then hooked me up with some medicine. THIS MEDICINE IS THE BEST! It helped me not puke so much and I could live a semi-normal life!
Why did I tell that long story? Well, because like I said: college student + pregnant= not good. I kept thinking to my self “I can do this! I’m so tough and this pregnancy can’t be as bad as my first?!” and my husband was saying “Can you do this? You were pretty uhm…well…I’m worried you won’t be able to do it.” And I laughed at him! He told me so though, because here I am, going to be late to my first class because I am typing this and puking all at once. I mean it. I just got up in the middle of one of those sentences and tried to quietly/quickly make it to the bathroom without waking anyone up and ended up puking in my hand! Ewww, yea. I took a shower while I was in there, and it helped. But AAAAH! Will I ever be on time for my first class again?! Probably Not. Welcome to preggoness….