FFC #3 for today....I found a near-full bag of mini reese's cups in the back of the pantry. Jackpot! I'm not telling a soul, stashing them back in the pantry and keeping them all for myself. I'm totally fine having to workout a little bit extra at the gym for this.
Today's lunch has been brought to me by mini reese's cups.
I am irrationally angry at my husband because while I forced myself NOT to buy 2 doughnuts on my coffee run this morning, he is at a networking session today and texted me that he felt bad for scarfing down 2 doughnuts this morning.
What a terribly timed text on his part, I've been regretting not eating those doughnuts all morning.
@typeset I, too, got married at city hall. But for $75.
I feel ripped off lol. We paid $60 for the license and an extra $60 for the judge to sign it. It was romantic, NOT! We signed the license in a fax room, surrounded by boxes and computers. And then went to the courtroom to say our vows, we had the "witnesses" take pictures, they had no idea how to take good pictures... So we have no pictures from the day. Except the one I took of myself before we went.
And I picked out my own ring, it's an engagement ring. We got married on July 3rd, and I got my ring for my birthday, a couple weeks later. I'll most likely be picking out my band too. My dh said he'd rather me pick it out and like it, then to fake it. I would NEVER fake it, I'm too sentimental for that. But I like that he wants for both of us to be involved.
My FFFC is that I cringe when people "upgrade" their wedding/engagement band - I don't get it. Like, you don't want to wear the band with which your husband proposed to you? I'd rather wear something with significance than have a bigger diamond. I suppose if I desperately wanted to have a bigger rock I would save up for some diamond studs or something.
This sometimes bugs me too, but I get it in certain situations. When we bought my wedding band, DH had all intentions of buying one later that would match my engagement ring. We got married at 20 and 21 right out of college, and we didn't have the money for him to buy the rings he wanted to buy, so my original wedding band is the tiniest, least expensive white gold band you can buy. It's actually what I'm wearing now instead of my engagement ring and the new band he bought me for our third anniversary, since they don't fit anymore. I love my little engagement ring though - I wouldn't let him upgrade it even if he wanted to.
This makes sense. If a couple purchases rings KNOWING that they will upgrade them in the future, that seems alright. I don't think I can articulate it well, but I think I just cringe at women who were pretty well established when they married and just want to upgrade for the sake of a bigger, more impressive rock.
You know I love you ladies but to the ones who are dissing the Olympics....really? It happens once every 4 years and you can't even get a tad bit excited about it? There's something about people trying to achieve their lifelong dreams that makes me excited/happy.
I just don't get it, people hate weddings and the Olympics? What's next? Summer vacations?
I hate weddings and the Olympics. No. I can't get excited about people trying to achieve their dreams while the world watches. None of them sat down to relax after work and had nothing on because the entire world was watching my crotch tear in half birthing a baby. Why should I want to watch strangers do this stuff?
I like vacations of all sorts. But only my own. I don't care to watch someone else's on television.
Unless you're a Real Housewife. They have some pretty fucking funny vacations.
The Olympics isn't on every channel and I'm confused....what event in the Olympics requires child birthing? what do you even mean?
My FFFC is that I cringe when people "upgrade" their wedding/engagement band - I don't get it. Like, you don't want to wear the band with which your husband proposed to you? I'd rather wear something with significance than have a bigger diamond. I suppose if I desperately wanted to have a bigger rock I would save up for some diamond studs or something.
This sometimes bugs me too, but I get it in certain situations. When we bought my wedding band, DH had all intentions of buying one later that would match my engagement ring. We got married at 20 and 21 right out of college, and we didn't have the money for him to buy the rings he wanted to buy, so my original wedding band is the tiniest, least expensive white gold band you can buy. It's actually what I'm wearing now instead of my engagement ring and the new band he bought me for our third anniversary, since they don't fit anymore. I love my little engagement ring though - I wouldn't let him upgrade it even if he wanted to.
I agree with this too. I love my ring and I wouldn't want to change it. I might ask that we add another band to it for a big anniversary one day, but I don't want to change my ring.
1. As I was sitting on the couch reading these thinking about how mine was totally going to be a husband vent type of confession, too, the doorbell rings and someone drops of a big display from... Edible freakin' Arrangement, including a love/feel better note from DH. Well played, dear, well played.
2. I got irrationally upset when I realized I had given DS all the grapes and even more upset when I forced myself to wrap it up and put it in the fridge for when DD gets home to share with her. In all fairness, her 5 year old self was the one that gave DH a lecture after my birthday about how "all that mom wanted was a fruit basket with the shapes!" I really just want to lock myself in my room with it and eat it all in one sitting.
Okay, I have some. On the iPad though so this will be one big paragraph
FFFC#1: I hated every aspect of my wedding (except marrying DH of course). From planning it, to trying to save money by making my decor, to my family adding so much drama and extra stress, even down to the very day, that AF decided to join. On my freakin' wedding day?? Seriously. Spent $20,000 on what, I don't even know how it wracked up so quickly. In hindsight, would have much rather had a destination wedding with just DH and I, or a courthouse wedding. Never doing that again
FFFC#2: I never remember how far along I am any more. I find with this being our third, we both just don't pay much attention? Not sure if that's the right word for it, it's just a BTDT type thing. Probably also because I've never really connected to any of my pregnancies. Doesn't mean I won't love this baby to bits, just in utero I'm not as excited as other moms. People ask "are you excited?" And I just say "yep" and then I get some looks or an awkward chuckle.
I know I had a FFFC#3 but I just can't think of it right now....I really should type out my FFFC before I read everyone else's.
ETA to remove emoticons. Wow they are annoying.
DS#1 - Apr 22, 2010 DS#2 - Oct 26, 2012 DS#3 - May 28, 2014
My FFFC is that I cringe when people "upgrade" their wedding/engagement band - I don't get it. Like, you don't want to wear the band with which your husband proposed to you? I'd rather wear something with significance than have a bigger diamond. I suppose if I desperately wanted to have a bigger rock I would save up for some diamond studs or something.
I'll be upgrading mine. I picked it out and was all I could afford at the time. I also brought up the idea of getting married first.. so my situation is different I guess. If he picked it out I'd never change it.. like my promise ring, it's small but I love it and wear it everyday =D
I had an email promo with an online code from PetSmart so I went to the site to buy some dog food. You can buy a bigger size online than in our local store so that comes out cheaper, but with the shipping they charge it ends up costing about the same as the in store price of his regular food. Figure in sales tax and it wasn't really a deal anymore.
I ordered anyway because I'm tired, he's on his last bag of food, and I don't feel like going to PetSmart.
I care about the Olympics. Just not the Winter Olympics. Summer only, and only the Equestrian disciplines. The rest is irrelevant to my life, so I don't bother. I won't be watching any of these Olympics.
I care about the Olympics. Just not the Winter Olympics. Summer only, and only the Equestrian disciplines. The rest is irrelevant to my life, so I don't bother. I won't be watching any of these Olympics.
I love love love the equestrian and the gymnastics.
I have another confession. This one is super lame and comes from thinking about people having baby showers. I just realized (meaning within the last five minutes) that we're going to need more than a new crib and Benjamin's hand-me-downs for this baby. Initially that's all I thought we'd need, and then five minutes ago I realized if we've got two cribs going at the same time we definitely need more bedding, and there's bound to be some little stuff. Hopefully there's not a truckload of stuff I'm forgetting.
Oh! I thought of another one too! This kid is almost certainly getting formula supplementation starting at three months, and I'm already dealing with feeling guilty about it, and doing my best to just move on. Thinking about it stirs up a lot of upsetness from last time.
DH and I had a serious conversation about this recently because I hate pumping and only got an ounce or two when I did it, and because we sometimes used that pumped milk when I was there and could've nursed. I just felt zero confidence about being able to nurse in public. I expected it to be no problem at all, and thought I'd be comfortable, but I just wasn't.
One freaking day postpartum we had to go back to the hospital to make sure Benjamin's jaundice was improving, and I was nursing in the waiting room because he was one freaking day old and tiny and hungry and some random older guy gave me the stink eye. (I was even covered up! What the hell was his problem?!) Then about two weeks later we got brave and went to a sports bar with DH's coworkers and this one chick started telling the story of how gross it was when she went to a Christmas party and the woman whose home it was nursed her kid in front of her guests. Way to make the new mom of the group feel included, accepted, and supported, bitch. (But at the time I just felt like the skin under a popped blister. Just so exposed and raw, reading into the story that I better not be thinking of feeding my kid in front of her. Feeling like a total pariah and mad and defeated and horrible. Some women just suck.)
So anyway, this time, I want to not care about the randos and the bitches and just nurse my kid when I'm there. When I'm not there, he can have formula.
(Apparently I really needed to get that off my chest. I dedicate my novel to the good women of May '14.)
You know I love you ladies but to the ones who are dissing the Olympics....really? It happens once every 4 years and you can't even get a tad bit excited about it? There's something about people trying to achieve their lifelong dreams that makes me excited/happy.
I just don't get it, people hate weddings and the Olympics? What's next? Summer vacations?
I hate weddings and the Olympics. No. I can't get excited about people trying to achieve their dreams while the world watches. None of them sat down to relax after work and had nothing on because the entire world was watching my crotch tear in half birthing a baby. Why should I want to watch strangers do this stuff?
I like vacations of all sorts. But only my own. I don't care to watch someone else's on television.
Unless you're a Real Housewife. They have some pretty fucking funny vacations.
The Olympics isn't on every channel and I'm confused....what event in the Olympics requires child birthing? what do you even mean?
I think she is saying that it's not every day that she births a child and that is her life long dream but there aren't exactly people lining up to see that. And yeah it's not on every channel (provided you have actual cable/satellite) but regular programming on the networks is being interrupted for these sporting events. Honestly, put them on ESPN and leave my shows alone!
Congrats to my GP Sister from another mister Bruinsbabe!!
@Rocknroll64, I totally read that first sentence as I've never HAD more sex, then got to the next sentence of H was away all week, and was like, wow, that's some confession! Lol. Stupid brain that doesn't work. :P
@Shell+Bell - I have the same exact feelings about my wedding, and it sounds like you and I had nearly identical experiences. Through my social anxiety on top of that, my guilt over my parents footing most of the bill (DH comes from a poor blue collar family - they couldn't contribute anything, DH and I both have relatively low paying jobs so we struggled to contribute as well), and the fact that my wedding destroyed my relationship with my sister who decided to hate me because she felt my family showed favoritism by providing funds for the wedding ....... Yah, my wedding day pretty much destroyed me. I cried FOR DAYS afterwards and my poor DH couldn't quite wrap his head around it. I couldn't really talk about it with anyone for risk of sounding like an entitled princess I feel your pain. I WAY wish we had just eloped.
@Shell+Bell - I have the same exact feelings about my wedding, and it sounds like you and I had nearly identical experiences. Through my social anxiety on top of that, my guilt over my parents footing most of the bill (DH comes from a poor blue collar family - they couldn't contribute anything, DH and I both have relatively low paying jobs so we struggled to contribute as well), and the fact that my wedding destroyed my relationship with my sister who decided to hate me because she felt my family showed favoritism by providing funds for the wedding ....... Yah, my wedding day pretty much destroyed me. I cried FOR DAYS afterwards and my poor DH couldn't quite wrap his head around it. I couldn't really talk about it with anyone for risk of sounding like an entitled princess I feel your pain. I WAY wish we had just eloped.
My dad offered to pay for us to elope (weird tradition I guess, my grandpa did the same when my parents got engaged) and sometimes I think maybe we should have even though I love (most) everything about our wedding day.
Congrats to my GP Sister from another mister Bruinsbabe!!
I had a big expensive wedding. My parents happily paid for it. It wasn't a matter of them offering us some amount of money for a wedding or money for whatever we wanted. They would pay for a wedding or if we didn't want it we didn't have it. No matter how many times I asked for one, they wouldn't give me a budget so I don't even know the final cost. Some things I didn't care about, but they wanted (I was fine with beer, wine, and a signature cocktail vs they insisted on the full, top shelf bar and live music during cocktail hour/dinner). I would say 80% of the guest list was my side of the family and family friends (DH has a small family). I'm not the type to be fussed over, but it was fun and beautiful and I have no regrets.
Birthing a child is not comparable to competing at the Olympics. You can't compare apples and oranges.
Also you don't like the Olympics because you can't watch your shows for 2 weeks? Jeebus. Have you ever really watched aerial ski jumps? That shit is awe inspiring.
@Shell+Bell - I have the same exact feelings about my wedding, and it sounds like you and I had nearly identical experiences. Through my social anxiety on top of that, my guilt over my parents footing most of the bill (DH comes from a poor blue collar family - they couldn't contribute anything, DH and I both have relatively low paying jobs so we struggled to contribute as well), and the fact that my wedding destroyed my relationship with my sister who decided to hate me because she felt my family showed favoritism by providing funds for the wedding ....... Yah, my wedding day pretty much destroyed me. I cried FOR DAYS afterwards and my poor DH couldn't quite wrap his head around it. I couldn't really talk about it with anyone for risk of sounding like an entitled princess I feel your pain. I WAY wish we had just eloped.
Wow, that's crazy! Your further explanation makes our stories even more similar! Haha. DHs family paid for half our wedding, and that's what caused so much drama, cause my side could in no way come near that. Felt like DHs side was kind of rubbing it in. And my wedding threw a wrench in mine and my step sisters relationship, further complicated after her wedding 3 months later, and after my babies came into the picture we hardly ever talk. Oh if I could do it all over again. Could have put that money towards...anything, but instead put it all into one big headache and something I will always regret. Lovely.
DS#1 - Apr 22, 2010 DS#2 - Oct 26, 2012 DS#3 - May 28, 2014
I ate an entire roll of orange rolls for breakfast - some cooked and some raw. It was part emotional eating - I was annoyed with DH. I just kept telling myself that the dr told me to gain more weight, but I was really disappointed in myself
Birthing a child is not comparable to competing at the Olympics. You can't compare apples and oranges.
Also you don't like the Olympics because you can't watch your shows for 2 weeks? Jeebus. Have you ever really watched aerial ski jumps? That shit is awe inspiring.
To you but not everybody cares about ski jumps.
Congrats to my GP Sister from another mister Bruinsbabe!!
I know I said earlier I was going to eat healthy til my GD test next week, but then I thought, what if this is my last chance to have the good stuff if I do have GD so I just had a pb & fluff sandwich.
I don't wear my engagment ring because one of the prongs broke (I have no idea how you break platinum) and a bagette (sp?) is loose so it needs to be fixed and has needed to be fixed for about a year but I'm too lazy to get it done.
I have no sex drive either but it seems neither does DH. He hasn't asked for it lately and I haven't volunteered. He did make a comment the other night about it, like are we ever going to have sex again and I said, I'm here but you haven't initiated. And he said, neither have you. And that was the end of it.
I got a new temp job and rewarded myself by buying maternity clothes online and not telling DH. I need work appropriate maternity clothes. And when they arrive I'll probably just tell him I had credit leftover from Christmas.
I wanted a coffee roll from DD for breakfast. They were out so I had two doughnuts. They didn't do it for me, so I'm going to swing through a different DD on my way home to get my coffee roll. That makes it a 3 doughnut day. IDGAF.
@Shell+Bell - I have the same exact feelings about my wedding, and it sounds like you and I had nearly identical experiences. Through my social anxiety on top of that, my guilt over my parents footing most of the bill (DH comes from a poor blue collar family - they couldn't contribute anything, DH and I both have relatively low paying jobs so we struggled to contribute as well), and the fact that my wedding destroyed my relationship with my sister who decided to hate me because she felt my family showed favoritism by providing funds for the wedding ....... Yah, my wedding day pretty much destroyed me. I cried FOR DAYS afterwards and my poor DH couldn't quite wrap his head around it. I couldn't really talk about it with anyone for risk of sounding like an entitled princess I feel your pain. I WAY wish we had just eloped.
Wow, that's crazy! Your further explanation makes our stories even more similar! Haha. DHs family paid for half our wedding, and that's what caused so much drama, cause my side could in no way come near that. Felt like DHs side was kind of rubbing it in. And my wedding threw a wrench in mine and my step sisters relationship, further complicated after her wedding 3 months later, and after my babies came into the picture we hardly ever talk. Oh if I could do it all over again. Could have put that money towards...anything, but instead put it all into one big headache and something I will always regret. Lovely.
Good lord I wish I could have put the money toward something else... Both DH and my family were pushing toward a "proper" wedding... Hard to make that inexpensive when both sides have huge families. Now DH and I live in a two bedroom condo, and really it is a lovely condo but I SO wish I owned a home. I get a little sad seeing all the ladies discussing their homes and home renos on TB - I feel like we are so far away from home ownership
I ate an entire roll of orange rolls for breakfast - some cooked and some raw. It was part emotional eating - I was annoyed with DH. I just kept telling myself that the dr told me to gain more weight, but I was really disappointed in myself
I ate a tube of rolls this morning too! One may have been before I put them in the oven.
We wanted to have a very small destination wedding in the mountains. DHs family threw an absolute shit fit over the prospect of dragging ailing grandparents up the side of a mountain (It'll kill them! Why do you hate us so?). My parents whined about not being able to invite everyone they wanted.
So we had the local church wedding. Paid for the vast majority of it out of our own pocket while we were still young and broke (My parents contributed 200$ to the wedding dress and 2k towards the photographer) Invited 160 people but held it on a holiday weekend and only about half showed- no shows including all those distant relatives my parents wanted to invite. And DHs grandparents made it to the wedding in excellent health.
But MIL died the week before the wedding of an accidental Tylenol overdose- and I still think the stress of wedding planning caused the pain flare up that led to the overdose. I loved our wedding, but I'd give anything to go back and do the damn destination wedding we wanted because I think MIL would still be alive. And I am one of those weird ones who loved her MIL to pieces.
Never again. No vow renewals, no church wedding if I get divorced or widowed and want to remarry. And no more letting people guilt us about elderly grandparents and their ailing health or distant relatives that simply must be invited to some big function.
Friends for 17 years. Married 10. TTC since Jan 2009.
2012: Lost "Peanut" at 17weeks to PTL/IC.
2013: IVF#3/FET#4 Elisabeth CJ born April 30, 2014 Cerclage, P17, and 3 months of bed rest brought us our Rainbow.
We wanted to have a very small destination wedding in the mountains. DHs family threw an absolute shit fit over the prospect of dragging ailing grandparents up the side of a mountain (It'll kill them! Why do you hate us so?). My parents whined about not being able to invite everyone they wanted.
So we had the local church wedding. Paid for the vast majority of it out of our own pocket while we were still young and broke (My parents contributed 200$ to the wedding dress and 2k towards the photographer) Invited 160 people but held it on a holiday weekend and only about half showed- no shows including all those distant relatives my parents wanted to invite. And DHs grandparents made it to the wedding in excellent health.
But MIL died the week before the wedding of an accidental Tylenol overdose- and I still think the stress of wedding planning caused the pain flare up that led to the overdose. I loved our wedding, but I'd give anything to go back and do the damn destination wedding we wanted because I think MIL would still be alive. And I am one of those weird ones who loved her MIL to pieces.
Never again. No vow renewals, no church wedding if I get divorced or widowed and want to remarry. And no more letting people guilt us about elderly grandparents and their ailing health or distant relatives that simply must be invited to some big function.
2012: Lost "Peanut" at 17weeks to PTL/IC.
2013: IVF#3/FET#4 Elisabeth CJ born April 30, 2014 Cerclage, P17, and 3 months of bed rest brought us our Rainbow.
My first FFC ever! I was managing my time well today, so I decided to take a long lunch and take DH a sub from Jimmy Johns, since he's always whining about how he wants one since I got pregnant, and I'd given up lunch meat...
He was thrilled, and I came out looking saint like. I didn't tell him I scarfed one down in the car on my way to take him his...
Re: FFFC - Will the REAL FFFC please stand up? Please stand up? Please stand up?
Today's lunch has been brought to me by mini reese's cups.
And I picked out my own ring, it's an engagement ring. We got married on July 3rd, and I got my ring for my birthday, a couple weeks later. I'll most likely be picking out my band too. My dh said he'd rather me pick it out and like it, then to fake it. I would NEVER fake it, I'm too sentimental for that. But I like that he wants for both of us to be involved.
2. I got irrationally upset when I realized I had given DS all the grapes and even more upset when I forced myself to wrap it up and put it in the fridge for when DD gets home to share with her. In all fairness, her 5 year old self was the one that gave DH a lecture after my birthday about how "all that mom wanted was a fruit basket with the shapes!" I really just want to lock myself in my room with it and eat it all in one sitting.
DS#1 - Apr 22, 2010
DS#2 - Oct 26, 2012
DS#3 - May 28, 2014
DH and I had a serious conversation about this recently because I hate pumping and only got an ounce or two when I did it, and because we sometimes used that pumped milk when I was there and could've nursed. I just felt zero confidence about being able to nurse in public. I expected it to be no problem at all, and thought I'd be comfortable, but I just wasn't.
One freaking day postpartum we had to go back to the hospital to make sure Benjamin's jaundice was improving, and I was nursing in the waiting room because he was one freaking day old and tiny and hungry and some random older guy gave me the stink eye. (I was even covered up! What the hell was his problem?!) Then about two weeks later we got brave and went to a sports bar with DH's coworkers and this one chick started telling the story of how gross it was when she went to a Christmas party and the woman whose home it was nursed her kid in front of her guests. Way to make the new mom of the group feel included, accepted, and supported, bitch. (But at the time I just felt like the skin under a popped blister. Just so exposed and raw, reading into the story that I better not be thinking of feeding my kid in front of her. Feeling like a total pariah and mad and defeated and horrible. Some women just suck.)
So anyway, this time, I want to not care about the randos and the bitches and just nurse my kid when I'm there. When I'm not there, he can have formula.
(Apparently I really needed to get that off my chest. I dedicate my novel to the good women of May '14.)
I think she is saying that it's not every day that she births a child and that is her life long dream but there aren't exactly people lining up to see that. And yeah it's not on every channel (provided you have actual cable/satellite) but regular programming on the networks is being interrupted for these sporting events. Honestly, put them on ESPN and leave my shows alone!
Nora - 10.26.12
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DS#1 - Apr 22, 2010
DS#2 - Oct 26, 2012
DS#3 - May 28, 2014
I know I said earlier I was going to eat healthy til my GD test next week, but then I thought, what if this is my last chance to have the good stuff if I do have GD so I just had a pb & fluff sandwich.
I don't wear my engagment ring because one of the prongs broke (I have no idea how you break platinum) and a bagette (sp?) is loose so it needs to be fixed and has needed to be fixed for about a year but I'm too lazy to get it done.
I have no sex drive either but it seems neither does DH. He hasn't asked for it lately and I haven't volunteered. He did make a comment the other night about it, like are we ever going to have sex again and I said, I'm here but you haven't initiated. And he said, neither have you. And that was the end of it.
I got a new temp job and rewarded myself by buying maternity clothes online and not telling DH. I need work appropriate maternity clothes. And when they arrive I'll probably just tell him I had credit leftover from Christmas.
Good lord I wish I could have put the money toward something else... Both DH and my family were pushing toward a "proper" wedding... Hard to make that inexpensive when both sides have huge families. Now DH and I live in a two bedroom condo, and really it is a lovely condo but I SO wish I owned a home. I get a little sad seeing all the ladies discussing their homes and home renos on TB - I feel like we are so far away from home ownership
Friends for 17 years. Married 10. TTC since Jan 2009.
2013: IVF#3/FET#4 Elisabeth CJ born April 30, 2014
Cerclage, P17, and 3 months of bed rest brought us our Rainbow.
Dum spiro, spero.
Friends for 17 years. Married 10. TTC since Jan 2009.
2013: IVF#3/FET#4 Elisabeth CJ born April 30, 2014
Cerclage, P17, and 3 months of bed rest brought us our Rainbow.
Dum spiro, spero.
He was thrilled, and I came out looking saint like. I didn't tell him I scarfed one down in the car on my way to take him his...