I told you so...

I will go ahead and warn you this is nothing but a post of me complaining. I probably shouldn't be doing this, but I need to vent and what are they going to do...fire me? I'm sure that David is tired of listening to me and I'm about 99% sure that no one I work with reads blogs, let alone reads mine. Anyways...

Well, let's admit it...I like to be right....doesn't everyone? We are currently doing a "special project" at work. I was not quit sure what this special project was until I got to work Tuesday morning. When I found out what all it entailed, I told them it was not going to work. Of course they thought I was just being a party pooper.

Needless to say, we've spent two days on this special project and guess what? It's not working! It was realized today that we've been wasting our time.

I told you so...

Thank goodness only two more days!

23 weeks

So here I am at 23 weeks. I honestly think I look bigger in the picture than I really am. It was taken Monday night after being stuffed with food at the O'Prys. I think my belly is finally bigger than my butt!

Sorry for the background. Evidently it was asking too much for the husband to even sit up and take my picture, let alone get off the couch to take my picture in another location.

Miss Olivia is kicking like crazy now. Usually, there are several times throughout the day I can feel her kicking. Of course her favorite time is at night, but luckily she isn't kicking hard enough yet to keep me awake.

The weekend with no plans...

Friday at work I was asked the same weekly question...got plans this weekend? For whatever reason I said nope. Well, our weekend with no plans ended up being nonstop.

Friday night Aubs and I decided to go out for dinner and a movie. Something we try to do every so often. We stopped by one of our favorite stores Serendipity so Aubs could pick up a graduation gift for her lil sister and you would be proud to know I picked up a purse, carried it around the whole store, and then put it back. I walked out without buying a thing. Go me! We then headed to dinner at our favorite pizza place American Pie. We started going there a couple of years ago and it has some how become our place (along with Chick-fil-a). We then went and saw Night at the Museum 2. It was cute and we were probably the oldest people in there with out a kid (outside of the womb). We went and sat in the center of the aisle. I didn't think about the fact that I can no longer wait two hours without jumping up and running to the bathroom. Of course I had to go as soon as the movie started. Next time I will make sure to sit on the end. Sorry to those I stepped all over running to the restroom.

Saturday morning I had time to catch up on my sleep. I am definitely taking every one's advice and getting as much sleep as I can right now. That evening, we headed over to David's parents for a graduation party for his little brother. His brother graduated with a history degree a couple of weeks ago. We got to spend a nice evening with the family. What's up next for little brother? he's off to graduate school.

Sunday morning has become my grocery shopping day. We only have a few places to shop in our little town. Because I'm lazy and I'm not one of those people who will drive to go to their favorite store...I shop at wal-mart. My favorite time to go is early Sunday mornings. If David is working at a store around here, I get up with him and go have breakfast with him and then head off to wal-mart for grocery shopping. I hate to admit but I hadn't been to the grocery store in three weeks. Needless to say our fridge was looking pretty sad and we had ate out for the past week straight. Sunday night we headed over to the Pope's to celebrate Amy's birthday with a cookout. We had a great time. The girls always seem to gather in one place and guys go off and do whatever guys do. This time in ended up in a full on football game. Several guys walked away with injuries. I was very proud that the husband thought enough to take off his nice polo shirt before they started, especially when they all walked in covered with mud. We had a great time. We always have fun with that group. No, I don't have any pictures but you can head over to Nicole's to get her thoughts on the night.

Since we stayed over at the Pope's way past our bed time Sunday, I slept in on Monday morning and took it easy while of course David worked. That afternoon we sung by to pick up the Pope's and headed to the O'Prys for a cookout. They had a ton of food which was all delicious! They had their whole family there so we were the odd balls of the group. Their family was all super sweet and made sure we all had plenty to eat. We were introduced to a game called donkey balls. They swear that is the name of the game. I evidently am a natural. Sorry, Nicole! The guys then continued on with the games while Nicole and I entertained Josie. One of the funniest parts of the evening was when Josie started calling David Elmo. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact he had a red shirt on.

After three cookouts in one weekend, I am pooped. We headed home a little early from the O'Prys so we could rest a little before the busy week ahead. Since we have a special project this week at work, I have to work a full day for the rest of the week. I'm not looking forward to it. Plus, do to the holiday weekend David is working eight straight and only gets one day off this week. I'm sure we will be crashing every night when we get home. We have another busy weekend ahead. Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day!

Random side note...It has not stopped raining here for the past two weeks straight. I know we've been in a drought the past five years, but I am so sick of the rain!!! It rained the whole weekend. Is it ever going to end?

Baby Help

Since this is my first child, I am trying to figure out what exactly we are going to need for the baby. I am going to really start preparing for Olivia when we get back from vacation in a few weeks. We are going to order her crib and I'm going to go register. There is a bunch of stuff that is available for babies now a days. I'm am trying to decide what we are really going to use and what we really need. I don't want to waste our money or other people's money on stuff that we are really never going to use.

Which leads me to a question? Do we really need a changing table? I am debating on whether or not to buy a changing table. Majority of our friends have kids and we've both noticed that they change their kids pretty much wherever....the floor, ottomans, beds, etc. Changing tables range from $100 and up. That $100 to me could be used for other nursery decorations or diapers.

So, I've considered registering for a diaper caddy instead and skipping on a changing table. Here is an example from babies r' us.
So what do you think? Could you not live without a changing table? Or do you think I can get by with a diaper caddy and whatever spot is around?

Things I leaned at the hosptal tour...

We went for our labor & delivery tour last night at the hospital where I will be giving birth to Miss. Olivia. Needless to say, it was interesting . Here are a few things we learned...

~It is now politically incorrect to refer to the man with you on the tour as your husband...he is just called the baby's daddy.

~Only mother's who breast feed their babies love their babies....all bottle feeders hate their babies and will probably burn in hell.

~If you decide to go the natural route, that's great! You can just squat and give birth....seriously, that was one of the options given for natural birth...squatting.

~The t-shirts they put the baby in after birth are ugly, so you wanna bring extra clothes to put the baby in...the tour guide told us this about ten times during our hour long tour.

~Due to custody issues in the past, every baby is now equipped with a baby low jack....and don't get to close to an exit because like at the mall, the alarm will sound and the hospital goes on lock down.

~If you decide to send your baby to the holding ward at night, you better make sure to tell the nurses to bring her to you when she needs to eat. If not, they will give her a bottle and OMG she may never take to the breast again and she will be screwed for the rest of her life!!!!!

~Out of five pregnant women on the tour, I was the only one married and more than likely the only one with insurance. Of course, that made me the weirdo in the group.

~If you want the baby's daddy's name on the birth certificate, that is a form you fill out after birth...one would assume it automatically goes on there...think again.

~Oh and within three seconds of giving birth, you should demand the baby be given over to you so you can try to get her to latch on because that is the only way you will bond with the baby and for her to adjust to the new world. Otherwise the child will probably not survive due to you being a bad mother and trying to take a breathe after hours of labor.

Can you tell that a lactation coach/nurse gave us the tour? I didn't think so.

No seriously, the hospital has a very nice Women's center. Everything is state of the art and the rooms are nicely equipped for a comfortable stay for both mom and dad. It is known to be the best in our area. Plus, I luckily have a few connections there and I know several people that have given birth there recently and have only had good things to say about it. The hospital may be in the hood, but it is known to be the best in our area. I have heard horror stories about other hospitals around us. The tour guide was nice, but a little odd. Overall, I was glad we went because it was nice to see where we would be staying and what would happen when we got there. It made it all more of a reality. Can't wait to see what we learn in the birthing class!

Wednesday, we didn't do much for the anniversary (another story for another time). We did spend the day together, so that is all that matters. The best part of the day was that night...get your minds out of the gutter....David got to feel Olivia move for the first time. Within the last week I have really started to feel her move around. I had tried several times to let David feel it but it seemed like every time he put his hand on my belly, she would stop. We were laying in bed reading and she started moving around. I grabbed his hand and put it where she was kicking and he got to feel it twice. He was super excited about it. Of course, I started crying because he was so excited. The hormones are a raging right now people!

Happy Anniversary!

Today David and I are celebrating our third wedding anniversary. After almost seven years of dating, we finally tied the knot on the beach in Jekyll Island, GA. We headed down there with 90 of our family and close friends for a week long celebration. Our wedding was small and nothing extravagant, but we danced the night away, ate way too much, and had a blast while doing it. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the week...

*Long story short...our original photographer that we hired (recommended by a coworker) backed out a few weeks before the wedding because they decided to take a job closer to home. After a temporary freak out, we had several family members that stepped up to take over. Our pictures aren't the most professional, but they do the job. And many thanks to those who stepped in at the last minute.*

Rehearsal Dinner

Aubry, Nicole, Me, & Liz

Something in the vows made me laugh...

& then I lost it...

Finally!!! After seven years....Husband & Wife

My uncle giving David a high-five

The end of a long week

Conspiracy Theory

I have recently had an "ah-ha" moment.

We were watching the movie Field of Dreams last Sunday night on tv. The movie was filmed in the 80's, long before the terms global warming or Eco friendly were popular. During the movie, there is a scene in which Kevin Costner and his wife are in town buying groceries. They walk out of the store with their grocies in a brown paper bag.

Which leads me to wonder, what has happened to the good ole' brown paper bags? This thought has crossed my mind before, so I recently have began to look around when I go to the different stores around our house and I've noticed that no one carries brown paper bags anymore. In fact a few months ago while in line at a local grocery store, a man in front of me asked to have his groceries packed in a brown bag and the bag boy informed him they no longer had those.

So think about it....instead, we are pushed to buy the "Eco" friendly reusable bags that range in price anywhere from .99 to $20 for the trendy ones. Why are we no longer offered the "free" brown paper bags? Think about it...until those reusable bags that have to be purchased came around, brown paper bags could be found.

Plus, I have to admit that I never remember to bring my reusable bags to the store with me. Even when I leave them in my car. Seriously, when your a mom trying to get your kids out of the car without them getting ran over in the parking lot, the last thing on your mind is to grab your reusable bags.

They know none of us are responsible enough to remember our reusable bags and they are just depending on us to continue to buy those reusable bags. It's all a conspiracy theory to get us to spend more money.

I'm not the best "green" person by far. I'm sure there is much more I can do on my part to save the world. I have broke down and bought several of those reusable bags which all sit in the trunk of my suv. After this "ah-ha" moment though, I've decided to no longer purchase or use those stupid reusable bags. Instead, I'll collect my plastic bags and take them to the plastic bag recycle box in front of wal-mart.

Screw reusable bags...I'm protesting to bring back the brown paper bag.

A Southern Mystery

You may not know it, but I deserve wife of the year. For the past two years, I have been in search of a hunting club for the husband to join. What's a hunting club? Basically it's a bunch of land in which a group of people pay a fee to hunt on and do other guy things on. This group refers to themselves as a hunting club. It's kinda like a man room, but instead it's outside on 700 acres of land.

So, when I started working at my job two years ago, I learned of a popular hunting club that several of the guys at work were a member of. Well, I started lobbying (bugging) two years ago for my husband to get membership in this exclusive club in which only about 15 guys are members of. Yes, many other wives may think I am completely crazy to try to find a reason for my husband to spend time away from me. I love my husband more than anything and love spending time with him, but we also enjoy our time apart. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

Moving on...well, Friday at work I finally got the question I have been waiting to hear the last two years. "We have two openings in the hunting club this year, is David still interested?" I probably scared them when I screamed "yes." I immediately sent David a text and he called before the text even went through. We arranged to meet my co-worker that evening down at the property so we could check it out before we committed completely. Membership can be pretty pricey, so we wanted to make sure what we were getting into before we gave up the money.

So to make a long story short, we go down there with my co-worker and his family. They are our age and have two small kids. His wife comes up their to have lunch with him every once and awhile and we're friends on facebook, so needless to say, I knew them pretty well. So naturally, we all decide to go out to dinner together after we left the property.

They take us to this off the beaten path catfish place on the river. At first I wonder where are they taking us because we turned down this dirt road and go a little ways to end up at this little restraunt. We sit down order and are waiting for our food to come when the waitress comes out and sets down a big plate of random stuff. It had a big bowl of tatar sauce, lemons, pickles, and raw onions. David is a very curious person and though we're big fish eaters, we don't eat catfish too often. So the first thing David asks is "what are the onions for?" The others, who eat there often, respond with a "we don't know. they always come like that."

David then ask the waitress. At first she just looks at him like he is crazy. Then of course she says he must not be from the south. Which of course isn't true, he's lived in Georgia his entire life. Then she tells him "that is the way catfish is served, with onions." David not being satisfied with this answer keeps on about it. She finally just looks at him and honestly says "I don't know, it's what everybody else does, so we do too." Obviously this is the first time the onions have been questioned becasue it completely threw our waitress off. Leave it up to David to be the one.

We leave the restraunt with the onion mystery still unsolved. Fastforward to Monday morning and this coworker and I are talking about Friday night in front of a few others. He starts laughing about David and the onions. So my boss says "onions are always served with catifish, you've never seen that before?" Well, obviously we've figured that much out. I responed "but why?" His response "they just always are."

So, the onion & catfish mystery is still remains unsolved. So if anyone knows why raw onions are always served with catfish, let me know. It seems to be a mystery to all.

Anniversary Gift

This next Wednesday marks our three year wedding anniversary. Five years ago when we got engaged, we were twenty-two and broke college students. Needless to say my ring was small and non-flashy, but of course I loved it even though. The past few years though, I will admit that I have started to whine I wanted something different. Of course I wanted something bigger and flashier. So this weekend I finally got what I wanted.


And it's completely fake!!! It's not really an anniversary gift. It's really because my fingers are starting to not fit in my original wedding/engagement rings. My engagement ring started to not fit a few weeks ago. Now my wedding band is starting to feel a little tight. I know with the summer and humidity coming it is only going to get worse. So, this weekend when we went to the geranium festival, I bought it from a lady selling jewelry for $14.

I know it sounds stupid, but I feel like a unwed mother without my wedding ring on. The other night we went to the grocery store and I got upset because I left it. I was afraid people would just think David was my baby's daddy, not my husband. David just thought it was the hormones.

The funny thing is I haven't taken it off all weekend and I keep noticing myself looking down admiring it. Shiny bright objects distract me...even if their fake.

Slacker? Party of One.

I had planned to post blogs the rest of last week, but it week ended up being a long week. I am glad it is finally over. That also means only three weeks left till vacation and three weeks left of work.

I received a call Wednesday night at 10:45pm. When anyone calls you at that time a night, it's never good news. It ended up being a late night. Fortunately, no one was sick or being rushed to the hospital. I don't want to give too much personal info out about friends lives. All I am going to say is that breakups suck and I am tired of hearing the old excuse "its not you, its me."
Please people, it should be against the law to use this line in a breakup. At least have enough respect for the person to give them a good reason. Anyways, it has honestly been a little draining for me. It has resulted in a few late nights on the phone or out for margaritas and ice cream. No, I didn't have a margarita (I just paid for it) and yes, we did go eat brownies and ice cream after. Hopefully, things will be better soon.

After the past few days, the husband looked at me the other night and said "I'm glad I don't have to worry about that kinda stuff anymore. I much rather deal with marriage problems than dating problems." Of course, I completely agreed and it made my heart smile to hear my husband say that. It made me feel like he'll keep me around a little while longer.

I only have three weeks left of work and it is killing me. It is so funny that a couple of months ago, I was crying because I thought it would be so hard to leave. But the past few weeks I have started to be completely over it. I seriously thought of telling them I was leaving last Friday, but I decided to be nice and work the rest of my notice. I am just ready to be done with it. I have a lot of little projects I wanna get done before Olivia comes. Only three weeks and I will be free (for a little while at least).

It has made me wonder...when I leave work to stay home, I will have three months before Olivia is here. Does that mean I can classify myself as a stay-at-home mom or a homemaker? What do I say if someone asks?

One year ago...

One year ago this week, David went to the doctor after over a year of my bugging him.

One year ago next week, he called to tell me that the results from his biopsy were back and he had a very early stage of skin cancer.

One year ago, my heart stopped.

What? Skin cancer? He was only 26 and though he is usually outside, for whatever reason when I think of skin cancer I think of old ladies with leather skin who have laid in tanning beds for years, not 26 year old men. To associate the word cancer with anyone that age is hard.

Luckily, it was found in the very, very beginning stages. It could be removed and it was all removed in a doctor's office without major surgery or any of the other things that come with the word cancer. The doctor told him he was lucky he found it so early and he just has to keep a look out on things and if he notices any changes to make an appointment to have it checked out.

Rewind to a year before and I was looking through a magazine that had a article about skin cancer. In that article was a few pictures of what skin cancer could look like. I noticed that one of the spots in the picture looked like a spot on David's back. I mentioned it David and of course he just brushes me off. Over the next year I frequently mention that he should maybe have the spots on his back checked out. I jokingly start telling him he has cancer. Not funny now.

While on vacation that April before, I start to really pester him about having it checked out. He finally agrees to let his mom (a nurse) to look at it when we get back and if she says she thinks he needs to go then he will. Luckily, after looking at them, she suggests he have them looked at. He then makes an appointment to go to our family doctor. In which at his visit, they then send him to a dermatologist and you can figure the rest of the story.

Changes it inspired...I immediately stopped laying in the tanning bed. I hated to admit that I was addicted to it and had spent the last ten Springs/Summers laying in one. David has become very good about putting sunscreen on (except when his mom applies it). It also made an impression on a few other people who also decided to stop laying in tanning bed. Reasoning, if it could happen with just spending time outside, it was more than likely going to happen from laying in the tanning bed.

Yes, skin cancer is the easiest to be treated in the cancer category. But the truth of it is, that if it goes untreated, it does kill people and it doesn't only affect old ladies who lay in the tanning bed. I actually have very close family members who have experienced this first hand.

The biggest thing that it made me realize was how I looked at myself. Looking back now, it amazes me how far I was going to make myself look good. Someone close to me finally made a connection that made me question myself. Why was I paying $60+ a month to kill myself? It was no different than going and buying a packs of cigarettes. Why would I continue to do something that I know had the ability to eventually kill me? I don't smoke because I know it could lead to cancer, so how is laying in a tanning bed any different?

Needless to say, it was a wake up call on so many different levels. A wake up call I am grateful for.

Race Day Update

I crossed the finished line with no problems. It was not bad at all and I was not the only pregnant lady.

In fact the biggest problem I had was that too many people were walking slow in front of us. I'm always walking fast.

I will definitely be back next year. It was a very cool experience. It has been years since I've done any type of race, but this was by far the biggest I've ever been in.

15, 000+ preregistered and many more registered the day of the race so, there were a lot of people there. We finished in 1 hour and 2 minutes. Not bad, considering that I usually walk 3 miles on the treadmill in an hour. We actually probably would have finished faster but we got caught up in people traffic a few times.

Starting Line

Look past the green light to the small white building in the far left and you can see the beginning of the 15,000 people.

Almost to the finish line

Go Boobies!!!

Abby, Me, Aubry, Kyndall, & Kristen

Happy 1st Mother's Day to Me!

I have a confession.

I was totally selfish on my first mother's day. To those who invited me to anything, I just told them I already had plans. Which was not totally a lie. I had plans to do what I wanted to do for my first Mother's Day...nothing.

This past week we ended up having a busy week. Last Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday we ended up having plans with friends or family. And after the Race for the Cure on Saturday, I was dead tired.

So, I woke up early to the hubby making me breakfast before he left for work. Plus, he got me a sweet card from him and Olivia. Then I went back to bed and slept till 11:00am. Evidently, all the hustle and bustle of the week had finally caught up with me. I laid around the rest of the afternoon and needed every minute of it.

David had a busy & rough day at work so we've decided to spend the rest of the day lying around being lazy. His mom had to work this Mother's Day also so we had already planned on taking her out to dinner tomorrow night.

Happy Mother's Day to my mom and hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day!

Race Day

Tomorrow morning I will be getting up with the sun and participating in the Susan G. Komen race for the cure at Atlantic Station. I will be joining a few others, which include Aubry and her cousin Kristen (the urban weenies). We will all be walking in honor of Kristen's mom Trina who suddenly passed away from breast cancer this past summer.

Don't freak out! It's only walking and it's short (only a 5K walk). Don't worry, I am not planning on running any marathons anytime soon. I have been trying to walk a few times a week and can successfully walk 3 miles on the treadmill. I am just praying I can keep up with everyone else.

If anyone around here is interested in walking, online registration is closed but you can still sign up on race day. The registration fee is $30 and it all goes to help support breast cancer research. Here is the link for more information.

www.komenatlanta.org

Things not to say....

One thing I've learned over the years is that my husband is a charmer. He always knows the right things to say. Over the years I've heard things such as...

"hey, thunder thighs!"

and

"those are what you would call childbearing hips."

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't say these things out of meanness. Those who know my husband know he couldn't be mean even if he tried. He just for some reason does not seem to get that women do not take it as a complement when you say they have childbearing hips.

Of course, now that I'm pregnant, he's learning there are things you do not say to a pregnant woman. Especially when she's stretched out on the exam table and not in a position to slap you. While at my OB appointment the other day, we are in the exam room by ourselves and I told him I gained three more pounds which puts me up to fifteen. He then proceeds to look at me and say "well, only 10 more to go." I give him a nasty look and reply "the doctor is giving me 20 more." His response...

"just because they give it to you doesn't mean you need to take it."

Then while stretched out on the exam table during the ultrasound and in front of the ultrasound tech, he looks down and says...

"hey look, your belly button is almost an outie now."

I gave him the biggest eat crap look I could and of course called his momma and told her what he said and he once again got a lecture on things not to say to a woman.

Thanks for the support honey, appreciate it.

More Pirate Talk

Sorry, for some reason we are having issues at work scanning the newest ultrasound pictures. A few people have been confused on where I am getting a pirate from. Well, here is a look-a-like of Olivia's ultrasound.

(Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest)

Just one big left eyeball. I pulled up this picture at work and held the ultrasound picture up to the screen and they all agreed. Even Olivia's Auntie Aubry had to agree with me. So see, we're not completely crazy.

It's a Pirate!!!

I had my 20 week appointment this morning. Everything is looking good & they are saying we are so far looking to have a healthy baby girl. The doctor said that everything looks to be right on track. She is weighing in at 13 ounces, which is a nice way of saying 1 lb. But, the doctor claims that she is right where she should be measurement wise.

I have gained another three pounds which puts me up to 15lbs so far. It looks as though I'm gaining about a pound a week. I only have twenty more pounds I can gain before I hit my doctors limit. I never weighed this much before and I have to be a little honest it is still a little scary when you see the numbers on the scale. But, I have realized that the healthiest thing for Olivia is to put on the weight (within limits). So I've come to terms with it...almost.

The twenty week ultrasound did confirm that we are having a baby girl. So that was good news. We didn't tell the ultrasound tech what the last ultrasound told us because we wanted to see what her observations were. Fortunately it was the same prediction as the last, so no running to the store to return anything. The ultrasound also confirmed that our baby girl is a pirate. I know some might think we're mean for saying this, but when we first saw the ultrasound pics, that was seriously our first thought. Awful, I know.

They are not the clearest pics and since she is getting bigger they are getting a little harder to decipher. I am going to see if I can scan them at work tomorrow. I still have not been able to find the cord to our scanner. I hopefully will be able to post them later.

Halfway

Halfway there! I'm now at the twenty week mark. I'm pretty convinced that Olivia Kate is going to come before September 21 so I am really hoping that I am already over the half way point. My little girl so far is huge compared to the books & chart measurements. Two weeks ago she was measuring at 9 ounces and by book standards she should have been 5-7 ounces. I am pretty sure she is already weighing 1 pound. Believe it or not at my last appointment I had only gained 12 lbs. But, I do have an appointment tomorrow and I'm dreading to have myself weighed. I have been really hungry lately and feel like I can't fill up. We'll see...

In other updates, I have already failed at my 30 day challenge. Technically, I didn't even make it a week. I did get an approval from the hubby to buy something for myself, so maybe it is justified. It hit me last week that we are going in vacation in one month and I did not have a bathing suit to wear. So I started checking out the maternity bathing suits online. I refuse to pay a lot for a bathing suit so I checked out my usual target and old navy. All the bathing suits on the target website got bad reviews for not holding up, so I was weary of buying one from there. So I headed over to old navy to find they had recently started selling there maternity bathing suits, plus they were on sale. Since the maternity clothes on old navy.com sell out instantly, I got the blessing to go ahead and buy one. Actually, I don't think he really wanted to listen to me in a few weeks crying because I can't find a swimsuit. I actually bought two of each because I wasn't sure what size I would need, so I'll keep two and send two back.

Then on Saturday I went to buy a Mother's Day gift for my mother-in-law and bought a bag for myself and Olivia. So, I failed. Plus, we haven't done so well on the out to eat problem. We went grocery shopping and bought groceries for the week. Sure enough, we went out to eat with some friends tonight. We will definitely eating at home the remainder of the week.

This past Saturday I was invited to a girls day with some of my family. We had plans to go to a tea room on the north side of town, but for some reason that did not pan out. Instead, we headed to Gabriel's. WOW is all I could say. This place was amazing! The owner is the cousin of the famous Paula Dean. You really come for the desserts, but the food was good also. They serve a daily special which is made up of southern foods and a deli with sandwiches, soups, & salads. Of course, I went all out and went for the southern goodness. I had the country fried steak, mashed potatoes, fried okra, and cornbread. And I enjoyed every bite. It was all delicious. Then to top it off my cousin Kyndall and I spilt a huge piece of red velvet cake. It was the moistest cake I have ever tasted. I thought the red velvet was yummy until I got a bite of the Strawberry cake I brought home for David. It was seriously to die for. I have been craving a piece ever since we finished it off. It's my new favorite. I should have taken a picture of it, but it didn't last long enough.

A couple of weeks ago, my supervisor asked me if I would start working full time now that I wasn't taking classes. I told him I had to think about it. I went in the next day and told him that no I didn't want to work full time and he could give my position up to someone else who can physically do my job. Of course, I couldn't get out that easily, he told me to just work whenever I wanted and that he had plenty of office work for me to do. But, David and I have talked about it the past couple of weeks and we're both ready for me to leave. If I stay any longer, then they will always have some reason for why they need me to stay even longer and eventually I will end up in labor at the warehouse. I want to take some time off for myself before Olivia comes and have some time with David also. So, I told them today that June 5th is my last day. We're leaving for vacation that next week so I figured it would be easier for me to leave with other things on my mind. Surprisingly, he didn't give me a hard time and just said ok. Either that means he realizes I really am ready to go or he thinks he can talk me into staying between now and then. But this time I really am ready to leave. Plus, I don't think I'm going to make it this summer. I am already tired enough working 1/2 days.