Guilty Pleasures

* Watching the marathons of Sex and the city on style network, then pretending to be Carrie Bradshaw when i am writing anything

* Peeing in the shower

* Letting my gas tank get to empty so i can feel the thrill of thinking i might not make it to the gas station

* Stalking people on Facebook 

* Listening to music that i normally tell people i don't like

* Making faces in the mirror every time i pass one

* Smelling a permanent marker

* Getting a trashy magazine to make my baths more enjoyable 

* Stealing my sisters clothes and getting compliments on them

* Yelling at peoples dumb driving mistakes that i make myself

* Pretending like i am the crocodile hunter whenever i am handling animals

These are just a few of my favorite guilty pleasures, its nice to admit them so maybe they will just become pleasures, theres no need to feel guilty about the silly things that you like to do, because more than likely the majority of people do the same things to! 

Chloe just kicked me!!!

I have felt subtle little movements from Chloe, but today i was looking through pictures of Kelton and I and right when i got to a certain picture Chloe just gave me a good kick. It was the most amazing feeling in the world! It was like she was trying to make sure i didn't forget that, 'hey! she's in the family to'!! I love my little family. I loved to play house when i was little, but i couldn't have ever dreamed just how happy I would be when i actually got to 'play house' in real life! I love my wonderful husband, and our beautiful sweet little Chloe Jane! Chloe just made my week, thank you for letting mommy know that you are in there safe and sound!!

Things pregnancy has made me do!

* Cry at a cheesy Taylor Swift song.

* Almost cry at cheesy movie previews.

*Have a love hate relationship with my husband (love him when he does exactly what i say to do, and when he brings me food), (hate him when he annoys me.. all day.. all he has to do is look at me wrong)

*Throw up food at first impact with my throat.

*Have a headache all day, every day.

*Forget what i am doing as I'm doing it.

*Break out with acne all over my body

*Feel super tired all day, without the ability of actually getting a good nights rest.

*Cry because my husband threatened to pinch my boob- there sore.

* Obsess over if my baby is doing ok in there (can you hear mommy?! Let me know your ok with a little kick or something!)

*Look at my belly every day to see if my bump is getting any bigger.

*Countdown the months, weeks, days, and hours until my little girls due date.

Pregnancy is the most amazing thing, i have been very lucky with this pregnancy. I just feel bad for my husband, he's probably more excited for the baby coming out of me so i will become me again! Its funny how pregnancy can make you feel so complete at times, and also like such a basket case at times! In the end its all apart of the amazing journey bringing our beautiful daughter Chloe Jane into this world!

To live or to die?

Today i was thinking about a cat. Not just any cat, Panther. Panther was the most beautiful cat, black as night with peircing green eyes. He got me thinking of a moral situation that i couldn't pick a side on, this is unusual for me because i am a very opinionated person. His 'owners' never let him in the house, never fed him, never gave him love, they only liked to claim the cat once someone tried to take the cat away. I took a liking to Panther from the start, he needs love and attention just like every other living being. He craved it, he lived for it. I pet him one time and i stole his heart. He memorized my work schedule and would wait by the door of our house whenever i would leave for work, or get home from work. Just to get the attention that he needed to survive. He was the definition of a wild cat, he was very timid and completely untrainable. He would never be able to live in a home, he was too used to being a wild cat. All through the winter i waited and waited for his owners to give him some kind of shelter from the snow, he would come up into my arms with icicles hanging from his fur, But he was alive. He seemed to enjoy hunting for mice in the field by our house. The moral question that popped into my head was this, is it better to call Animal control where they would come and take him to almost certain death, because he would never pace the temperament test. Or was it better to let him live. Live like a wild cat with no love, or shelter. I always wanted to make the call, to get him help, but at the same time i knew i would be sending him to death row. Is it better to let someone live in pain? Or would it be better to let them go to a better place?