14 weeks.

Officially in the second trimester.  Finally.  If only I was feeling 100% better that would be awesome.  I've had a few rough days again lately.  That is what I get for saying I was feeling better.

I haven't taken my shirt pics yet but I did take a couple before our neighborhood cookout on Friday evening...

My belly looks the same as it did with P but a lot bigger, sooner.  I guess that's normal with your second pregnancy.  

I don't really have a lot of cravings.  Well not any different than before.  I still love bean burritos and tomatoes.  I did a total pregnant lady thing and bought a jar of pickles the other day along with a jar of banana peppers.  But I always love those peppers.  Yum.  

Still really crampy.  I understand the term lightening crotch now too (which I accidentally called fire crotch the other day - apparently two different things).  I do not have fire crotch just to be clear. 

In other news, our house is coming together.  I actually picked up some paint things today to try to figure out what colors I want to do.  Dustin and I have also looked at bedding.  We will get settled eventually.  Speaking of bedding.  The baby's bedding is almost done.  Yes, I already had it made.  I know it's early but when you aren't finding out the gender I guess it's easy.  I've known since I was pregnant with P that we weren't going to find out this time so I've had time to figure out what I like.  The lady at KD Quilts is killing me with all these sneak peaks.  I think it is all going to be done this weekend.  I can't wait to see it!

So, is everyone watching the Olympics?  I absolutely LOVE them.  I get so excited when they are on.  The last summer Olympics I found my favorite sport.  Race walking.  It is the most hilarious thing I have ever seen.  I could watch it all day.  I'm serious.

Amazing. 

Actions speak louder than words

I've debated writing this.  But I've decided to anyway.

I've figured out my biggest pet peeve.  All this time I let this slip to the back of my mind but I saw an email the other day that reminded me how much I hate this.

Action speak louder than words.

I can not stand when people say one thing and all of their actions prove otherwise.

Don't talk about it.  Be about it.

Don't tell someone you love them but don't make an effort to talk to them or see them.  Hell, even ask how they are doing.

Don't say you're about one thing and act the total opposite.  Like all these "christians" that I know.

All my life people have told me crap but never proved to me that it was true.

You're the most important thing in my life.
But ya know...everything else came first.

I love you.
But you don't show it or show me any respect.

I could go on and on...

Maybe I am bitter.  Maybe I am angry.

But here is the thing about me.  You will never catch me saying one thing and acting in another way.

When Dustin and I were somewhat newly dating he told me he loved me.  I said I know, thank you.  He was a little shocked to say the least.  Even a little hurt.  But I explained to him I am not going to say something if I am not 100% sure.  Love is a big word.  Something you need to be able to prove to someone not just say.  And I wasn't sure if I was capable of  proving it quite yet.  When I finally said I love you to him I think it meant that much more because he knew I wasn't screwing around.  It was real and genuine.  As it should be.

My point of this post is I am sick of people saying things like I love you to myself and my family and not proving it.  Don't say you love my daughter and never ask about her or visit her.  Don't say you love me and show me zero respect.  It's all bull and I'm tired of it.  Words don't mean a thing to me.


/end rant.

Mr. OB/GYN

Finding a doctor has been not so fun here.  I almost cried about 5 times thinking of replacing my favorite midwives in Illinois.  I wish I could have packed them up and brought them with me.  Our relocation team did a great job finding CNM's here and I went to one office and really loved them.  Problem was, it was almost an hour away.  Their office and the hospital I would be delivering at.  That made me really nervous so....that was a no go.  The only other midwives in the area were almost an hour in the opposite direction.

So my only option was an OB/GYN.  I have never met an OB that treated me like a person instead of a paycheck so I was dreading meeting any of them.  I was dreading dealing with them for the next 6 months.

While I was in the ER a few doctors were suggested to me.  One was a male.  One was a female.  Both in the same office.  The female of course was not accepting new patients.  I got online and read all the reviews and healthgrades for the male and to my surprise he had 100% on healthgrades and people seemed to love him.

Now here's my thoughts on male OB/GYN's....really...what guy wants to be an OB?  I feel like that would ruin vaginas for the rest of his life.  Maybe a gay man!  That would make sense.  I also never felt comfortable going to a male because I feel like he has no clue what a girl is going through.  He isn't a lady.  He doesn't deal with periods or boobs or being pregnant or pushing a kid out.  What does he know?  I need someone with first hand experience here people.

The only male I have ever seen was at the maternal fetal medicine office when they were monitoring my cervix (another thing men don't have!).  The first thing this guy says before examining me was....

"Sorry I have big hands"

Talk about something you do NOT want to hear before an internal exam.  I am pretty sure it took everything in Dustin not to start cracking up laughing.  Talk about awkward.

SO anyway, I was going into my first appointment with Dr. P with a bad attitude.  I arrived at the office a few minutes early and sat in the waiting room.  They call me back....and I sit and sit and then the nurse comes in and says "remove your pants and here's a sheet".  Wait, what?  I had no clue I would have  a physical exam first thing.  I was not prepared for that.  She walks out and then comes back and says...actually can you put a gown on, opening in the front he's going to do a full exam.

Perfect.  We are really going to get to know each other today.

So there I am...in all my glory.  P of course was with me and she was being crazy so I was running around the room in a gown.  God I hope they don't have cameras.  FINALLY 30 minutes after my appointment time in walks this guy.

He introduced himself and started asking me a million questions about myself, Dustin, and P.  Not medical questions...getting to know you questions.  I liked that.  We talked and talked and I told him my concerns and told him I had never been to a male doctor and how I adored my midwives and how I didn't like the idea of some random doctor on call delivering me.  I tested him about his thoughts on inductions and intervening and he passed my tests.  Damnit...I like this guy.

He talked to P and P flirted hardcore like she always does.  Even she liked this guy.

The exam wasn't as awkward as I imagined it being and even better he didn't say anything about how big his hands were.  He asked about breastfeeding (another thing men can't do) and said he hopes I plan on doing it again (duh!).  Overall, I really enjoyed this doctor and was pleasantly surprised to find an OB that treated me like a person and even more surprised this guy was a male.  I said if he doesn't plan on treating me like his daughter than I don't think we would work out but I think it's going to work.

Better yet, his office is about 5 minutes from my house as is the hospital.  So my search for a healthcare provider has ended.  One less thing to worry about.  :)

My posts have been boring lately, I apologize.  I have nothing exciting to talk about except all this moving junk.

Let them be little

I am not going to lie.  I am a neat freak.  Somewhat obsessive compulsive.  Messes irritate me.  Clutter makes my anxiety go crazy.  I hate dirty places.  I hate seeing dirty kids.  I remember when I taught preschool I would be so disgusted at the end of the day because the kids would all be filthy and hardly any of their parents ever had extra clothes for them to change into...and honestly, at preschool...what would be the point of changing?  They'd be filthy again in no time flat.

Well as P has grown older I can definitely say that I have grown along with her.  I am no longer the crazy neat freak.  I am still clean, believe that.  I still don't enjoy too much clutter, believe that too.  But I realize that toddlers are little tornadoes of toys and crumbs. What can you do about that?  Nothing.

I've also realized kids love to get dirty.  At first, I would try to keep P clean.  I'd have 5 million wipes out when we did art or ate.  If we went outside I encouraged her to stay out of the dirt, water, whatever.  But man...once she was brave and ventured off into the mud puddles and dirt and mulch....was she ever happy!

Really, really, really, enjoy that dinner.

I learned quickly that it's best just to strip her down and let her run.  Naked baby on a mission.  And once those smiles and giggles and squeals started happening I realized I needed to just let her be.

Tonight we dumped her pool out (ya know...because it was dirty) and she immediately started running through the grass where we dumped it.  It quickly got muddy, there were grass clippings all over her, she was a filthy, wet, smelly mess and she LOVED it.  So in turn, I loved it.  The smile on her face was priceless.

Every time I let the dogs out now we go out with them (as we wait on our fence) and every time she will hop into the pool as fast as lightening with all her clothes on.  All I can do is laugh.  All these things I once thought were crazy and messy make me happy because the joy I see on her face.

Kids like to get dirty.  Kids like to get wet.  Kids like to use sidewalk chalk on themselves.  Often we are too busy trying to make sure they are well kept and tidy. I say screw it.  Let them be little.

Wanna swim with the dog...go for it.

Shiz just got real

The past 13 weeks (and 3 days) have been interesting to say the least.  I have obviously known I was pregnant for a couple months but with everything else going on in our lives it sometimes slipped into the back of my mind.  Of course then the all day sickness would pop up and I'd be reminded that I was in fact growing a little human in my belly.

My point is...even when I was pregnant with P I knew that I was pregnant but I don't think it really seemed 100% real to me until I saw that little baby bouncing around in my belly.

I saw this baby at a little over 8 weeks but still...that didn't seem real because baby looked like a peanut.  Literally.  A little blob.

Yesterday we went for our nt scan at 13 weeks 2 days and shiz got real.  Baby is a baby...not a blob or a gummy bear or a peanut or a jelly bean.  A baby.

With a head...complete with a nose and lips and eyes.  A body with wiggling arms and legs and fingers and toes.  It rubbed it's head, it had it's hand by it's mouth.  It rolled around.  It did BABY things.  I was in complete awe.  I think that first ultrasound where baby looks like a baby is probably the most exciting thing in the first trimester.  Hearing the heartbeat is amazing as well but actually seeing that little baby...oh man.  What morning sickness?  Exhaustion huh?  When you see this, it's all worth it and I'm ready to do this crap again (well ya know...after this one comes out...don't you remember my good, bad, and ugly post...I told you.  Us women are bat shit cray cray).

Hello, Albion Michigan!

I check my blog stats a lot and I can usually figure out who is who in areas that I know where people live but this one has me stumped...come on you, fess up!!  I used to know people that worked there but can't think of any that still do!  I want to know you!  :)

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Location:

Albion, Michigan, United States

IP Address:

Starr Commonwealth (65.42.26.36) [Label IP Address]

Referring URL:

(No referring link)

Visit Page:

 babypmakesthree.blogspot.com/

13 weeks...

Happy second trimester to me.  I didn't take a 12 week picture since we were moving and it was total chaos and I was too exhausted to even think about it.  So...oops.  I started feeling better last week. The all day sickness is gone.  I still get nauseous once in awhile but not like I was.  Thank you Jesus!  I am still exhausted but that might have to do with moving as well.  I also feel like my hips have gotten so wide.  I always heard people talking about their "hips spread" and thought they were nuts but what the crap?  I am usually built like an 11 year old boy and I randomly have hips right now.  Although it could just be pudge.  With both pregnancies I have grown love handles before anything else, delicious.  Not.  I'm going to pretend I grew some hips instead.

We are almost settled.  We still need to paint and have the fence installed but inside is coming together.  Our new furniture was delivered yesterday and it's awfully comfortable.  Not sure my butt is going to be off it much for the next oh, week or so.  :)

Our neighbors are all really nice and I look forward to getting to know them.  I'm so glad we have good neighbors.  We've been pretty lucky in that department for all of our moves.

Anyway, I am busy, busy, busy, so I will leave you with my 13 week belly shots :)

Oh, did I mention we get to see peanut on monday?!  I'll be sure to update after!

Oh em gee.

Want to know how much fun it is moving to a new state while pregnant and with a crazy toddler?

Not so much.

To say it's been stressful is well....an understatement BUT I've been holding it together quite well.  Closing went well.  Moving in day went well.  But holy crap, I thought we did a lot of throwing out before we moved.  Nope.  Our new amazing, huge, basement was completely FULL of crap.  Did I mention it has like zero storage?  Seriously.  It consists of a closet under the stairs.  Coming from our old unfinished basement where we just threw totes.  We had a lot to do.  Jody & I tackled organizing the basement and I am pretty impressed.  Lots of boxes condensed, an area of the basement will be curtained of and what totes we couldn't fit in that lame closet under the stairs will go there.  It has worked out.  We also ran into another issue with the basement.  Our sectional refused to go down the stairs.  Designers of homes, listen up.  Don't put stairs that turn in the basement.  Worst idea ever.  Nothing fits.  So now my super comfy sectional is on craigslist.  And what's in the basement? A futon type thing and two chairs.  Maybe someday we can purchase a sectional that comes in 5 million pieces. Oh, did I mention the sectional looked stupid in our upstairs living room too?  It did.  So I heard my husband mutter the best words I have ever heard "go get what you want just don't go crazy".  Done.  Our new furniture will be here tomorrow!

Other than that, our house is a disaster.  The moving guys put down things to protect the carpet but somehow the carpet still got all dirty.  We still have boxes sitting around and dustin basically took all of our clothes out of the boxes and threw them in the closet wherever they would hang.  Oy.

Why am I blogging instead of unpacking the rest of the boxes?  Well, because I ended up in the ER earlier this week since I apparently overdid it.  No worries, baby and I are both fine.  But I guess I need to rest a bit.  I can't be wonder woman alllll the time I suppose.

While in the er a funny thing happened.  The nurse comes in and says to me "Did you just move in to _____subdivision name?"  I said yes.  She said you just moved in across the street from me!  I had met her husband and son and she recognized my name.  Talk about embarrassing but at least she wasn't the one who had to see my vagina!  But it worked out.  She works in labor and delivery and was able to tell me which doctors are good and which...not so much.  Since the midwife thing here isn't working out since they are all an hour away (and I'm totally bummed because I met one and loved her) I am going to see an OB.  A male ob...which I have never done.  I hope he is a good guy.  Isn't it a little weird that men want to be OB's?  Oh did I mention I got to see baby?  They did an ultrasound and the dr. commented on how crazy the kid was.  It moved nonstop flinging its arms and legs everywhere.  We didn't get a picture though, boo.

Anyway I hope to update more often once we are settled.  Miss me!

411

Becky had the best idea to do a 411 post.  You know, learning more about yours truly (and hopefully you'll do it so I can learn more about you!).  I read a lot of blogs.  And sometimes....well I can't really tell you basic information about that person like uh, their name.  Ooops.  So here we go....sit back and get ready to learn more about me.  I'm Loni by the way :)


1. How long have you been blogging? And what got you started on blogging? Has your blog changed?
I started blogging when I was around 16-17 on livejournal.  Yep.  Good ol' livejournal, ya'll remember that? Yes, I still have it.  Never post but read my friends blogs.  My blog on there was always private and only a few certain people could read.  Looking back at my 16 year old self makes me laugh.  The things I thought were so important.  oy.  I'm not sure what got me started on blogging.  I guess it was a nice way to get my feelings out there without the worry of someone finding my journal.  My blog has changed as I have changed.  I have grown up (thank you jesus), got married, had a baby, got my crap together. 

2. Did you go to college? If so where, and what did you study?
I went to a community college, where I first met Dustin, and studied Early Childhood Education.  He went on to Western Michigan and I took a couple years off after that.  When we started moving all over the place I went back to school online (technology these days) for ECE and Health and Wellness.  

3. Where have you traveled?
I've been to a lot of places in the US and Canada.  Puerto Rico (P's first trip), St. Lucia, Maui are some more notable trips. I hate planes so flying long distance is not really something I want to do.  When we went to Maui I lived in Virginia it was a 12 hour flight and I was on xanax the entire time.

Best pic from maui, obviously.

4. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you would buy?
A chef and a maid.  Since I've been pregnant I haven't been cooking.  Food makes me want to barf.  Poor Dustin.  I also hate planning meals and shopping for groceries.  I will admit it.  And a maid, duh, who wants to clean the shower?  I hate it.


5. What are your 3 biggest pet peeves?
Oh, I have a lot.  
1.  Any repetitive noise.  Someone tapping their nails, car alarms, anything that beeps, a tick tocking clock, etc.
2.  People who chew with their mouth open.
3.  Unsolicited advice from idiots.  You ever notice the dumbest people always have the most advice to give?

6. What is your favorite movie?
Hmm...I'm not sure.  I have a lot of favorite movies.  

7. What is your drink of choice; wine, beer, or liquor. Or Water, Soda, Tea?
I don't drink alcohol normally but I do enjoy an occasional Raspberry Lambic Beer, it tastes like juice.  I love McDonalds coke, obviously.  I wrote about it in my 10 Things That Make Me Happy post.  I drink a lot of water and I've been craving lemonade since pregnant. 

8. What is something you enjoy to do when you have me time?
Read, get pedicures, sleep.

9. If you could have a $10,000 shopping spree to one store, which store would it be?
We had this store in Illinois (and Wisconsin) called Dry Goods.  They had the cutest stuff!!  It was like Nordstrom meets Buckle.  I'm hoping they keep expanding their business!  If I wanted all clothes I'd pick that place.  Otherwise probably Macy's or Nordstroms.

10. Share with us an embarrassing moment of your past? Or present.
Ugh, I swear I posted about this already.  Maybe not.  I used to dance.  When I was about 11-12 I was at my dress rehearsal and had to pee so bad.  My teacher told me to wait.  I got on stage and couldn't wait anymore.  I ran off stage.  Nobody knew what happened until the rest of the girls had to get on the floor for part of the routine and a girl found my pee.  Yep, rolled in it.  That poor girl.  I was so glad we had one more night of dance that year and I never had to see her again.


11. What day would you love to relive again?
Peyton's birth (which you can read about my clicking the link at the top of the page).  It was such an amazing day.  I don't care if I puked all over from the pain or took a shower with my midwife.  I wouldn't have cared if I took a poop on the table (I didn't!).  It was the day I met nugget and I'd do it 1,000 times over.

12. If your life was turned into a movie... what actor would play you?
I have no idea.  I've been told I look like Anne Hathaway and Megan Fox.  These people who have said that are obviously blind.  I guess Anna Hathaway is built like me?  Same head shape?  Megan Fox, I'm pretty sure the only thing we have in common is dark hair and light blue eyes.  Maybe Emily Blunt or Zoey Deschanel?  I like funny girls.

13. What are the jobs you had in high school/college/the early years?
I didn't work in high school.  College - I waitressed at a bar for like 2 months (I hated it, I don't deal well with drunk perverts).  From then on I taught preschool and worked at a gym.

14. Show us a picture from high school or college.


Here is high school....can you guess which is me?  This was for dance obviously, Chorus line.

I am the top left one :)

And college years...

I had to cut some chick out.

15. If you could travel anywhere in the world, all expenses paid, where would you go?
Hmm..Probably Australia or Africa.  I'd have to load up on xanax for those flights for sure.

16. Show us the most current picture of you or you and your family.

Man, I have a long head.

17. Where do you see your life 5 years from now?

Happy!  Living in our new house (since dustin claims we aren't moving ever again lol) with our two (or maybe three by then?) babies.  And just...happy!

11 weeks...late.

11 weeks (plus a few days) at the hotel :)  I got some sun on the 4th of July and I have quit doing my hair. ha ha.

I've had more 'better' days lately.  *Knock on wood*  

I still get really nauseous sometimes.  Especially after I eat.

I've been able to find the baby on the doppler a few times.  But the kid likes to hide.

I've started craving the same things as I did with P.

I ate so many burritos when I was pregnant with P I was sure she would come out mexican!  

I HAD to have a burrito yesterday.  It wasn't a choice.  I chowed down.

I also have been eating fries.  I rarely ever eat fries and if I do it's like 4 and I am done. 

Still exhausted.

I am so close to being out of this first trimester.  I hope that all of my nausea ends then!  Cross your fingers!

Time for a random photo dump.  And again, too lazy to watermark today.  Oh well.

For the record...she put 26 pair of underwear around her neck.  She does this allll the time. 

Me and my girl.  

Moving Madness

Well, we made it to our new town and we are currently holed up in our hotel.  It's not so bad.  It's a suite with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen.  P is being so amazing and has settled right in.  I was worried about how to get her on eastern time but the first night here she randomly fell asleep on the couch at 8pm (7pm central) and then the next day was ready for her nap at 12:30 eastern time!  And same thing last night.  She just switched right over.  Thank god I have such an easy going girl.

Our trip down here was....interesting.  We picked the dogs and cat up from boarding and off we went.  I thought I'd take the easy way out and take the cat.  Boy was I wrong.  About 30 minutes into the trip I started smelling pee.  Yep, the cat peed herself (she was in her carrier with plastic sides thank god).  I couldn't do anything about it so I just cranked the air so I didn't have to smell it.  Disgusting.  A few hours into the drive through farm country I smelled poop.  Awful poop.  I called Dustin because it just wasn't going away and I had a strange feeling it wasn't any of the farms we were passing.  I was right.  He didn't smell anything.  I pulled into the first rest area I saw and told him the cat crapped herself and she was all his.  He dumped her turds out and took her in his car.  Hello, a pregnant nose and cat pee/poop don't go well together.  I took a zofran shortly after that.  Gag.

I seriously can't believe she crapped herself.  The cat has flown like 5 times and didn't crap herself.  My driving is NOT that bad.  I swear.

We finally got to our destination and dropped the cat and dogs off at the kennel.  Kitty didn't know but she was about to be extra mad because she was getting a bath ASAP.  I am going to call them the day before we pick her up and tell them to take away her food and water the night before we pick her up.  I am not risking another pee/poop on the way to our new house.  Nor do I want to pay for another cat bath.  Poor P was so sad to leave her pups at the kennel she bawled as we left.

At 6pm on the Thursday, the first day of our movers packing us up we got an email from bank of america saying that some paperwork wasn't submitted on time and we had to wait 7 days to close on the house.  We were supposed to be closing Monday and everything was scheduled for that.  Nice.  Dustin called them as soon as the email came through and of course nobody answered.  Wasn't that nice of them to wait till 6pm to send that email?  And then of course not answer the phone.  Dustin is never mad and he was FUMING.

Eating her lunch while they were packing :)

The next day he called them asap and they got their butts chewed out after it came out that it was their mistake and were supposed to submit the paperwork on Monday but for some reason waited till Thursday.  There was nothing we could do so we had to inform everyone the earliest we could close was Thursday.  Then came more drama.  The moving guys said this is their busiest season and they probably wouldn't be able to get the stuff delivered for a week or two after our new closing date.  I about lost it.  Bank of America offered to pay for our extra hotel and animal boarding (which they should have since they screwed up).  But I was not looking forward to sitting in a hotel for two weeks.  Luckily our amazing moving company worked it out so they are going to be able to deliver on our closing day.  Thank you sweet baby Jesus.

My lovely husband made another boo boo and when he found out that our closing date changed he didn't bother to change our hotel reservations and they informed us they were overbooked by 7 rooms and we'd have to move out after our first two days.  I freaked out again.  I mean how much can a hormonal, pregnant lady take?  Luckily Dustin went later and talked to the manager who said we could stay and someone coming in would have to get booted.  Sorry, to whoever made reservations.  Why do hotels overbook anyway?

So, somehow everything has worked out.  We are closing a few days late but whatever.  In a couple short days we will be in our new house.  Thank you lord.

4th of July...she was terrified of sparklers and not a huge fan of fireworks at first...but warmed up to the fireworks.  Not so much the sparklers. 

Right before we left our old house.  P's first home.  :(

I'm too lazy to 'watermark' today.

P loved that her fish was in this tupperware thing :)

Guest blogging today...

Guest posting over at Life in Dawleywood today!  If you don't follow Andrea you definitely should...I of course shared my The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly child birth post with her readers...in case you forgot go check it out here.

10 Things That Make Me Happy

Last night on Bravo they had a show called 10 things that make me happy.  I only watched the first part with one of my favorite Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Kyle Richards.  Her list of ten things was much more extravagant than my list will be but hey,  I don't need to keep up with the Jones'. 

But if you want to give me a 10 carat diamond ring or a collection of Chanel bags, I will definitely add them to my list of favorite things.

Now obviously my sweet little P, dear hubby, and all my friends top my list of things that make me happy but this is just going to be other random things.  I'm not including them because they are a given.

10.  The smell of clean laundry 

Seriously, is there anything better than clean laundry?  I am very picky about laundry smells.  My sister in law,  her laundry smells amazing.  I need to ask what she uses.  I myself use Downy Simply Pleasures Lavender Serenity Fabric Softener.  Yum.

9.  A clean house

Yep, that is my living room (although we normally have pictures up this was before it went on the market).  I love neat, clean, organized.  I can NOT stand being in a house that is dirty and cluttered.  It makes me crazy.  Don't get me wrong, my house by the end of the day is a disaster thanks to my toddler tornado.  Can't wait to move and have a basement playroom.

8.  The Real Housewives

Beverly Hills, OC, New Jersey, Atlanta, love them.  I'll admit I love trash tv.  Nothing wrong with that.  I live a boring suburban housewife life.  I could use some entertainment from a bunch of bat shit crazy women.  Meow!  Yep, tv makes me happy.  

7.  Mcdonald's Coke

Seriously, is there anything better to drink than a Mcdonald's coke?!  I'll answer that for you, NO.  What do they put in that stuff to make it taste better than a coke from anywhere else?  We normally do not have soda in our house but you can bet your sweet little butt I drive to Mcdonald's at least once a week to get myself a big ol' coke.  Delicious.  

6.  Good Books

I love to read.  I finally have got back into it lately.  Nothing is better than getting lost in a good book.  I am enjoying reading on my new ipad too.  I didn't think I would like it but I do.  My book club is getting ready to start The Secret Life of Bees (which I've read but will read again) and Defending Jacob which sounds interesting.  

5.  Enough kitchen storage.

That right there my friends, is my NEW kitchen.  Besides the ridiculous lights I am beyond excited about it and to FINALLY have kitchen space again.  All those cupboards and a giant pantry through that doorway.  Praise the lord!  In Virginia we had a HUGE kitchen as well.  It was amazing.  When house shopping in Illinois we didn't have a huge selection of houses to pick from (well houses we would even consider).  We settled for ours and it's tiny kitchen.  I've hated it since day one.  I can't wait to have room for everything and uh, granite countertops, real wood floors, and stainless steel appliances.  

4.  Pink sweats

The boyfriend or the campus pants are my favorite and are SUPER long.  I am 5'9" so sweats are always short on me.  Not these bad boys.  I live in them.  They make me so happy.

3.  Sunshine

I mean really who likes dreary days?  Not this lady.  If I wake up and see that sun a shining you can bet I am going to be in a good mood.  I love sunshine and summertime.

2.  Sanuk Yoga Mat flip flops

The BEST flip flops ever, hands down.  You will never want to put on another pair again I promise.  I found these gems in 2009 on our trip to Hawaii.  I fell in love.  They are literally made out of yoga mats and so squishy and wonderful.  I wear them whenever we are going anywhere that I have to walk a lot.  My feet never hurt.  I have got others hooked on these bad boys too.  Like Danielle.  Best shoes ever.  

Dun dun dunnnnn the number 1 thing that makes me happy....

Not wearing a bra

Yep, that is the thing that makes me most happy.  I hate wearing a bra.  I live in sports bras when I am home, so much better.  I think I wrote that e card.  

There you have it...so what are ten things that make you happy??