Exit OLD, Enter NEW

OBGYN visits are like first dates. I spent more time getting ready for my appointment this morning than I have in a long long time. I had to shave my legs (all the way) and my armpits. Painted my toe nails, boy could I use a pedicure right about now. I even blow dryed my hair, which I haven't done in ages! Just wanted to make a good first impression I guess. And at a time when you feel so..what's the word? Vulnerable. Judged. Naked. Nervous. Yeah, any of those will work. Well at a time like that, you kind of just want to put your A-game forward, impress when you undress, whatever you want to call it. And so I was, silky smooth legs, pretty pink toe nails, wrapped uncomfortably in peach colored "gown." Since when do we glorify a half-sewn piece of sheet with the name, gown. Aren't gowns what are worn to balls, and elegant events. "She's wearing a so-and-so gown on the red carpet this evening." Either way, what's done is done. I did my part. 

I then returned home to my husband painting our upstairs hallway, and doing a great job at that. French Silver. Looks so great, funny how easily color can change the feel of a place. Dont get me wrong, we love our place, it was just really basic. All white walls, crummy carpet, and those darned metal blinds. Which brings us to our next visitor, the blind installer guy, aka the shining light of hope as we disposed of the old and welcomed the new. Hooray. Anyway, this guy was not what I expected. He was easily 270lb mexican man, who ever so delicately installed our new blinds. As we speak, the painters are here to paint our entire downstairs and if that wasn't enough, tomorrow morning the carpet guy will be here to do our entire upstairs. It's like a whirlwind of home improvements. I am so excited to see the finished product tomorrow afternoon. Pictures will shortly follow. The last touch will be our new couch (heaven!) which arrives in about a week. Deep breath. 

So yeah, I guess we're doing that whole newlywed couple with a new house making it their own home thing. Yep, that's us. I'm alright with that. Next thing you know we'll be poppin' out babies, baking, playing at the park, wearing aprons, having dinner ready when the Mr. gets home, oh boy! In all honesty, I play sarcastic and cool about it all, but that's exactly what I want. I want the little house with the little family and the little routines of cooking and baking and smiles and messes and all that good stuff. I'm hopeless. 

A couple weeks ago my husband says, "Do women call it a period because they think it's the end." Yes husband, that's exactly why. I like his reasoning. It feels like the end. of life. of happiness. Good to know he understands the misery.

Oh yeah, we were in England for two weeks. Next time. 

Crappy Cramps. Grumble.

This week is hell. It's that time of the month. I don't know why we give it any power by saying "its that time of the month." It's like calling Voldemort (YEAH! I SAID IT, VOLDEMORT) "He Who Must Not Be Named." Let's face it, right in the face, without shame or fear or powerlessness. I am on my period this week. Oh and it sucks. And it makes it more sucky when you hear horrendously cheesy references to it as "Aunt Flow is visiting" or whatever other nonsense people like to use to sugarcoat it with.  My apologies if this is a harsh over reaction, it's the hormones, it's that damn aunt flow -- or the fact that my insides are twisting and turning and all I want is to down a bottle of nyquill and knock myself out until the world is happy and cheery and sunny again.

Okay, so it's not hell. It's just, in this very moment, painful and uncomfortable. But that's passing, everything is otherwise, fantastic. The Mr. and I played tennis yesterday, so much fun. We arent really any good, but it's a good work out. And I'm getting a nice even tan with this weather. And it's hilarious to play with my husband. He's a big kid, so he makes up rules as he goes along, and hes not overly competitive, which makes it just awesome. Somehow in real tennis I feel good, but in Wii tennis I always end up pulling some strange side muscle while playing. 

We see alot of movies. Captain America was our recent one. Awesome. It's probably now second on my list of super hero movies (after the Iron Man movies of course). Never been a fan of spiderman, superman, or even batman. Not sure why. But Captain America proved itself to be awesome. Which is good, because after Green Lantern, I was questioning the world. 

I balance out my current misfortune of menstrual womanhood by looking ahead to the awesome things soon to come. Move into new place in 3 weeks - yay! Ann Arbor trip in 5 weeks - yes! London Trip in 7 weeks - whoop! Period done in 4 days - thank goodness!