Oh noo...

I'm sick :(

My co-worker was out all week last week because of something that started like this. I really hope this little bug stays little an goes away soon.

I slept 11 hours last night after one dose of NyQuil. I am a big baby when it comes to being sick. I hate it.

Luckily my husband went and got me medicine and dinner then let me sleep all night. I definitely do not want to be at work feeling like this right now, but I have to save my PTO!

Lets hope these save my day. 

It's that time of the year, so I hope everyone is taking care of themselves and staying healthy!

response: 23 things to do "instead" of getting engaged at 23?

I guess we die when we marry...

So many many many people in the blogging, facebook, twitter, ect., forums have seen this. I know its been around, I have seen lots of posts about it from people agreeing, and disagreeing with this girl. While I totally believe that this girl is entitled to her opinion, I respectfully {and maybe kinda disrespectfully} disagree with her 100%.

Yes, maybe its because I'm not even legally able to have a beer yet and I am married, but I'd also like to think that even if I we'rent  married, I would still disagree. Maybe its me, but I think making out with my husband is 100xs better than "making out with a stranger". And just because I have made a commitment to my husband through marriage does not mean I cannot "cut my hair", "sign up for crossfit" or "eat a jar of Nutella in one sitting". It just means that I will have someone to tell me how nice my hair cut looks, I have someone to motivate me with crossfit, and I get to share that Nutella. I'm a firm believer that age shouldn't predict how you run your life.

Now I "get it", not everyone feels ready to get married young, some younger people are afraid of that type of commitment. Some people feel they are to young to fully understand the idea of marriage, and that is OK. Also, not only "young" couples get married for the wrong reasons, so do people in their 30s or 40s! I'm no marriage genius, I probably never will be. I have been married for a short of amount of time, and I'm learning new things all the time.  I also understand that people want to experience things for themselves, by themselves. I don't feel that I need to live my life that way...maybe settling down with a "white picket fence" is what I want? Who is she to tell me that it's not right? Who is she to tell me I have not lived life yet? By the sound of her article, she isn't yet mature enough for marriage {which is also OK}, based on the things she wants to do INSTEAD of getting engaged.

I'm 20 years old. Yes there are lots of places I have not been to. There are so many things I have not done yet. But I am married. That was a choice we made young, because we love eachother. Did we get married expecting to be another number on the divorce rate? Hell no! My husband and I do what we want to do when we want to do it. Luckily so far we have been on the same page with everything, and we are both supportive of each other. Completely. I do not feel held back from anything. I actually feel more open to things than I have ever felt.

Okay, it also bothered me that she mentioned she thinks marriages are "cop-outs" from dealing with life on our own? 1. No. I didn't marry my husband because I want someone to take on all my burdens or hardships when I have them. 2. God didn't intend for anyone in the world to be alone. To deal with things alone. Whats wrong with having a partner to fight through things with? Whats wrong with having someone motivate you? Just because you are waiting to get married, does not mean that you are going to experience more life than I am. Just because we got married young doesn't mean that I am {or even have to} get pregnant soon and get fat. Therefore, in my book you DO NOT WIN.

Notice how I do not judge or form opinions about those who chose to wait for marriage. Good for you for being and doing what you feel is best for you. But some opinions, entitled or not, are better left unsaid. I am not offended by this girl, I  just see a lot of ignorance {some would also say jealousy} in her words.

Last week..

I didn't really post at all.. It was a pretty busy week at work and home. Seemed like every day we were up to something.

Happy belated New Years! We had a fun NYE this year! My family and Austins family went to my "aunt" Heather's house for the night, and we stopped by for an hour or so but had promised a friend of Austins that we would go to his party that night. We didn't know many people there, but I ended up seeing some guys I went to high school with. They came right up and introduced themselves to my husband, and congratulated us. I had no idea they even knew I was married...

my New Years kiss!

My make up was pretty great that night.

We didn't do much on Wednesday, a little grocery shopping then we had our parents over for dinner.

Thursday evening I had to pick up my birth control to start so we could get the ball rolling with the egg donation, and later we went to pick up a cage for the tiny dinosaur. This new cage is massive! Six feet long and two feet tall.

Thursday I got a call from the Fertility center asking me to come in the next morning to do blood work so they can start the testing. So Friday morning, I woke up early, got dressed and made it to there by 6:30. I knew I would get a little light headed so I was drinking sweet tea and had some cereal bars with me. The nurse started pulling tubes and vials that she had to fill with my blood, then she layed them in front of me. I'm not kidding there were about 12-15 vials sitting there. When I saw that, I got a little nervous. I am not afraid of needles, but I am pretty good at passing out whenever one hits me. I have passed out on most of my tattoos, and once I got two shots and blacked out...  Anyway there were about 2 vials left when it hit me, I was blacking out and fast. I couldn't even stop myself. The nurse noticed, and had another nurse get me water and hold me up while she finished filling the last tube and took the needle out of my arm.
The got me in a wheel chair, somehow, and then in a recliner and had me drinking some nasty cranberry juice until I was conscious again. I could totally tell this was not the first time they had done this, but I was still very embarrassed.
I ate a cereal bar, and finished my tea but still felt very weak so I sat there for about half an hour trying to build by strength to get up and walk. Finally I felt almost okay, so I did my urine sample for them and left.

As soon as I started driving I felt drunk... I had to pull over to get my vision back on track but I knew something wasn't right. Somehow I got myself to work and that's when I really started feeling like crap. I fumbled to my desk, very light headed and unable to see straight, I called my mother (who I work with) and asked her to bring me some water. She came with water and some strawberry strudel thingy and made me eat it even though I felt very sick to my stomach. Then I started to get this headache that later turned into a migraine. So stupidly, I took Advil. A couple minutes later I was over the toilet at work puking everything up. My head hurt so bad, I couldn't stop getting sick, and my vision was just shot. I couldn't text, make a phone call or even make out people's faces that well. It's like my motor skills where like "fuck youuuuuu, I'm takin the day offf".
My mother called my father who eventually came to pick me up from work and take me to their house. I don't remember much of the ride other than this headache that was killing me & me having him pull over on the side of the on ramp, and puking in front of hundreds of other cars.
Whatever.
I finally got to my parents house and layed down on the couch. My head was hurting me so bad that I was crying at this point. My dad was trying to get me to drink Orange Juice but the acid was making it worse. He was about to take me to Urgent Care, but he decided to call the Fertility center where I had gotten the blood drawn first. They told him NO OJ! Water and crackers until I wasn't getting sick again. So half a bottle of water and 6 crackers chocked down, I was feeling less sick. My dad finally gave me something for my head and I fell asleep. All day I was very weak though.
It was a bad Friday experience to say the least.