No more drama

I never would have guessed we would be here.  I never would have guessed that it would end this way.  But it did and I am moving on, but there are some things I need to get off my chest.

You were my best friend.  You were the one who understood me inside and out.  You were the one I went to with everything.  And then something happened that started our drifting apart.  The birth of my son.

At first it was hard.  We had a falling out but I thought we worked through it.  Things were good and then something else happened.  You found the one.  You were spending all your time with him and I had my son to keep me busy and we drifted some more.

It seemed you had time for other friends and not me and it really concerned me.  I wrote you an email to tell you how I felt, not as a finger pointing but just a hey, let's get back on track and you replied back and attacked me, and compared my son to your dog (who, by the way, was your excuse to never come and see me where I live but I packed up my son and spent the night three times at your place, not including the countless times I hopped in the car and drove just under two hours to see you).  I never let my son - or my dogs for that matter - get in the way of seeing you.

And then today happened.  I was catching up on my emails when I had one from Pro Flowers reminding me about Sweetest Day (which is today) so I put up a silly post on my husband's facebook about how it is a sham holiday for Hallmark to get richer but that I loved him and you changed your status to "you are mean and nasty.  strike 2."  After I posted on my husband's account I saw that your fiance got you flowers and that is sweet.  I just think Sweetest Day and Valentine's Day are silly holidays.  I didn't know we were counting strikes, because I could name a few for you, too, but I didn't see our friendship that way.  My comment had NOTHING to do with you, and I texted you to let you know that, and you purposefully ignored it.  How do I know that?  Because shortly after I texted you, you posted a picture from your phone.

SO you know what?  I am done walking on egg shells trying to please you and make you a priority when you won't make me one.  I am so broken up and sad about this it makes me want to bawl, but I won't shed a tear for you.  I won't be sad that our 11 year friendship is over.

I do wonder, though, maybe you need to really sit back and take a good look at yourself because you had a big falling out with your then best friend a year ago, and now I am out of your life.  Maybe it's not those friends....maybe it's you.

Knock Knock. Who's there? Me, and I'm knocked up (again)!

Ok, so that title was a little on the bad taste side, but I thought it was funny!

Yep, I am pregnant with Baby Smith #2!  Due date is March 4th, which would be SO cool if it happens that day because it is exactly a month after Scott's birthday!  Or, it would also be cool if Baby Smith #2 came earlier and both our babies had birthdays in February!  Way to plan on our part....I don't have to buy new maternity clothes!

Right now I am 17 weeks along, and this pregnancy has been so completely different than when I was pregnant with Scott.  I was so nauseous this time during the first trimester and even though I am not anymore, a lot of foods don't sound good or taste good.  I can't eat grilled chicken.  And the last time I tried to eat some seafood I about lost it!  NOOOOO!  I love seafood!

I started showing A LOT sooner this time around, and I have already felt movement.  I don't think I felt Scott move until around 20 weeks.  I don't want to find out this time but Nick does.  He wants to make sure we have clothes if it's a girl.  I don't think that is a big concern considering how much our moms showered Scott in clothing :-)

Scott doesn't really know what's going on yet.  We talk about the baby in mommy's belly and he goes to appointments with us.  I can't wait until I am really showing and he notices.  He is now sleeping in his big boy bed, too!  We wanted to get him in there before the baby came home and he didn't get a chance to transition into the big boy bed.

Ok, I really need to get to folding clothes.  I have sort of slacked off on laundry and organizing this evening!

The Day Care Debate

Ok, a bit of background.  I was working full time when I had Scott.  I went back to work full time and was laid off.  I was then a full time stay at home mom for a while then got a part time retail job.

Today I was helping a guest look through some different products.  We were talking about her soon to be grandchild and she asked me if I had any kids so I was telling her about Scott.  I mentioned that I worked only part time and was mostly a stay at home mom.  She got into this BIG rant about how she thought it was so important for women to stay at home with their kids and that they aren't "raised" in day care and on and on and on.

Ok, I would LOVE to be a full time mom and housewife.  I am home a lot and I don't do as good of a job keeping up on chores and cooking as I should, so I know I need to work on that, but that being said, that is a job that I would love to do.  Do I feel that every woman should stay home with their children?  NO.  Every person's situation is different.  A lot of women want to work outside of the house full time.  Good for you.  Go be an awesome career woman.  My mom worked full time and THEN some at the business she and my dad owned and ran and I never felt like she didn't raise me, or that she wasn't there for me.  In fact, both of my parents were there for me every second of every day, while working all day and sometimes all night.  I digress....

I loved the day care that Scott was in.  I love the woman who runs it.  If it were possible (and I guess I don't know that it isn't....) I would have him there once or twice a week just for the socialization.  I think she does a fantastic job and she loved Scott, and every other child there with all of her heart.  I have a friend and old co-worker who just started a day care out of her home and she is a fantastic person.  I think day care is important MOST of all because of the socialization your child gets there.  Now granted, not all day cares are created equally.

Like I said before, every situation is different.  Financially, it's best for me to work right now and I am ok with that.  I get to work part time retail, I get to do my Scentsy thing, and I get time with Scott.

Time to let go already?

You know how you have to "let go" of your child when they go off to college?  Or when they get married?  Nobody told me I would have to do that by the time Scott was 16 months old.

Something changed in me when Scott was born.  In a matter of SECONDS, I was willing to die for this baby that I had yet to see (because he was born by c-section).  I would jump in front of a bullet, in front of a train, if I knew it would spare his life.  In a matter of seconds, I loved harder and in such a different way than I had ever loved before.

Scott has an incredible family, and Nick and I have a great support system in helping us care for him.  I have never, ever been concerned that he wasn't in good hands with our family members who watch him (so if you are reading this PLEASE don't think that!  If I was that worried he wouldn't have spent time alone with you haha!), but there is always this part of me that is scared to death that something might happen.  What if he falls down and hurts himself?  What if there is a car accident?  What if.......?  And then it hit me.  All of those things could happen to him on MY watch.

And the other part to that is "I forgot to tell him that he likes blah blah blah" or "I wonder if they know to slice the grape in half, and then quarter the halves" or "make sure he has blanky at bedtime."  I then remind myself that the people Scott is with have raised their own kids.

Man, there is so much parenting books don't teach you.

My name is Mandi...

...and I am an over-eater.

After reading an article in some magazine at work in the break room today I have come to the hard realization that I am an over-eater.  I splurge and it's bad and I think it could be one of the biggest reasons I am the weight that I am.  It's no big deal for me to eat an entire box of swiss cake rolls in two days.  I know, that is so terrible and you may be thinking "whoa!" because that is exactly what I am thinking as I write this.  I know that for me to be successful in my journey to a healthier me I have to face my food demons, and this is one of them.

Remember when I said in one of my first posts about how I didn't want to say I had an addiction because I felt it was a slap in the face to someone with a "real" addiction?  Hello, denial, we meet at last.  I think that I may have a bit (putting it nicely) of an addiction to food.  I don't get just one candy bar.  I get an entire box from Sam's club.  A box of Little Debbie's doesn't last long around me.  Two days tops most of the time.  I have a really hard time with having just a little bit.

One of the things the writer of the article said was that it was easier to have none than to have one and it got me thinking.  Do I have the self-discipline to have, every now and than, one sweet?  Do I have the willpower to have one package of swiss cake roll and not the entire box?  Do I need to just say goodbye and cut myself off?

I guess I am having a hard time with this one.  Alcoholics don't get to have a drink here and there.  Crackheads don't get to have a hit off the pipe here and there.  Here is where it gets me - is food ruining my life the way drugs or alcohol ruin other people's lives?  I thought that I believed that the saying "all things in moderation" was true, that it applied to me.  Does it?  Or do I need to "get off the crack pipe," so-to-say?

Day 3

Weight: 226.6
Date: 3/24/11
Trained with Tom

Yeah, you read that correctly.  226.6.  Down from my 230.4 the night before.  I should probably start putting a date in, huh?  It will make logging this stuff a little easier!

Thursday's workout was awesome.  I was able to increase the weight/resistance on some of my exercises and Tom showed me a few new ones.  One of them I hate but kind of love because I can definitely feel some results in my stomach section (one of my major bad areas) and it's actually something I can do here at home because I have an exercise ball!

I splurged on dinner tonight.  I went to Wendy's and got a grilled chicken sandwich, SMALL fry and a Pepsi.  Would have gotten diet, but I don't like Diet Pepsi.  I like Diet Coke, but not Diet Pepsi.

I can't like and say that every second of every day I am pumped about my workouts, because I know how hard it's going to work me, but I can say that every second of every day I am looking forward to a healthier me, and that makes me not dread the workouts as much!  Haha!

Fly

3/24/11

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive 
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise 
to fly 
to fly 
Fly by Nicki Minaj ft. Rihanna


Tonight I rocked out the cardio at the gym.  Nick and Scott and I went to the mall earlier in the day and I got some pretty tight shoes.  I'm not gonna lie, I might sleep with them on tonight.  Or sleep with them, snuggling them all night.  Anyway, I digress......I rocked out the treadmill and my iPod to the tune of 3.5 miles, 469 calories and one hour.  And, make sure you are sitting down.  For two of those minutes (not consecutively) I jogged.  Yeah, 2 minutes out of 60 I jogged.  Eat it.  Actually, if you knew how badly out of shape I am you would think that is awesome the way I think it's awesome.


I also hopped on the scale at the gym and was sad to see it read 230.4 lbs.  Must be my scale at home is crappy and it sucks so I guess I will have to use theirs from now on, or just go out and buy a nice scale.  Which we need anyway....and it's nice to have one at home.


While at the mall I got a text from Tom reminding me about our workout tomorrow.  I told him that I got some new kicks and he was pumped about it.  I am sure he will think they are pretty much the most awesome shoes ever.


Ok, now I am going to rest a bit and probably shower cause I am a stinky-butt.