Happy Love Day...

With Bailey craving cheesecake, what better place to indulge the taste buds than a little Cheesecake Factory for lunch.

I wish I had another piece right now.

Then we were off shopping. For this holiday my Sam attempted to turn over a new leaf and actually get me a gift, rather than just telling me what he wanted to buy me. So lucky me received one of these...

It did require a trip to DI Provo, DI American Fork, Savers in Orem, back home to check craigslits, and then back to Savers in Orem to purchase a crappy stroller to turn into Babies R US to get a 25% discount. But it also wouldn't be true shopping with Sam if a large portion of the time wasn't spent trying to haggle prices and get the best deals.

Now for Sam's gift. After days of contemplating what he wanted he finally came up with this...

...probably because he knew if he didn't ask for it as a gift he was not going to be seeing it in the theater (or possibly at all) with me. All I can say is: Sam is lucky he got me the big popcorn, that he looked like Harry Potter in his little glasses, and that growing a baby makes me extremely tired and has awarded me the ability to sleep almost anywhere.
I think I will stick with the smurfs as my favorite blue people.

Sunday morning, as usual, we woke up late and had to scramble to get ready for church (it is sad how 11:00 am church is too difficult to be on time to.) When I ran into the kitchen to make my church snacks the counter was full of chocolates and candies. It was a total surprise, and since nothing makes me happier than candy I was thrilled.

Happy Valentines Day!!!

Memory Lane...

Remember when I was this size: all of my clothes actually fit and I could see my feet without leaning forward...?

and doing this didn't cause me to be so winded that I quite literally may pass out...

I have completely forgotten...because its been replaced with this...
(excuse the smurf outfit, the clothes are limited these days)
Here's to three more months and regaining the ability to breathe again, as well as sit, stand, sleep and not feel constant pain in my rib cage.

Sharing Nightmares...

There is nothing like being awaken with a loud "Oh crap sh** mumble mumble" in the middle of the night.

Must have been some nightmare, because it sure did scare the crap out of me; and Bailey, too.

So sweet...

When Sam came home for lunch today, a rare treat I always look forward to, he was complaining about how hungry he was. I asked him why he was so hungry (after all it was only a little after 1 and he never complains of hunger that early) to which he responded, I've only had a weight loss shake and a doughnut today.

Feeling bad, I started to go make lunch, and then stopped and asked where he got a doughnut from. He proceeded to tell me at work he was a little late driving the shuttle to pick up this older lady, who sat bundled outside in the freezing cold, crying. When she got into the van Sam asked her what happened. She told him that another mentally ill adult had gotten upset about the shuttle being late and had stormed off right after calling her a mean name. She asked Sam if she really was that bad word, to which Sam replied, "No...do you like doughnuts? I think you have had a rough morning and need one."

So sweet, huh? That is what I thought at first until I asked Sam: wait, did you get her a doughnut to be nice and cheer her up, or did you use her misfortune as an excuse to get yourself a special treat?

Sam's response: everyone does stuff for one reason or another. Usually helping people gets you blessings from heaven, but I just really wanted a maple bar.

Happy Sumo Tales

You know its going to be an awesome day when you get a text from a co-worker saying they can't pick up your shift because you are no longer employed and therefore have no shifts to pick up.

Surprise! I guess a doctors note excusing you from your no show shift because of a small stumble down the stairs while doing laundry resulting in a pulled stomach muscle is no longer acceptable.

Happy Sumo, I hate you!

It was an accident...

This is what I found when trying to grab a cookbook to make some banana muffins....

Are you freaking kidding me?
He told me it was "an accident" and then promised it was the only surprise I would find in the kitchen that day.

In his defense this could accidentally happen to anyone, right? Wrong.

Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate

My entire life I have never been a huge fan of chocolate. I liked it and I would eat it and I would even go as far as to say I enjoyed it, but it was never anything I would seek out or crave. That is until Bailey started growing inside my body.
And now, lucky for Sam, I am obsessed with chocolate and crave it constantly. So when I went to Costco and saw these large delicious ripe strawberries my first thought was I need to dip these in chocolate.

And then we proceeded to dip everything else we could find into the little dipper full of chocolate.

Can you tell what I dipped and what Sam did? Sam did all the gross ugly ones, but at least they still tasted good :)