Where's My Hair?

I tend to be incredibly irrational when it comes to my hair.

I get long, pretty hair in the summertime

but it's too hot on my neck

and I end up cutting it all off

juuuuuuust in time for the harsh Minnesota winters. 

Smart, Michelle.

And then, all winter long, I'm whining and complaining about how much I miss my hair.

I always do this.

Every. Single. Year.

But I never learn.

I ended up having to get extensions for my wedding.

At first, I loved them.

But, it was too much length

way too fast.

So, after a few weeks, it began to drive me insane.

But I had to suck it up because I paid a good $80 for them to be put in

and I wanted my hair to look stellar for the wedding.

After the reception

Nick and I came home to our brand new apartment.

And before I even let him kiss me

I locked myself in the bathroom

and spent a good hour taking out those blasted extensions. 

Two days later, I cut my hair into an a-line bob.

Which looked really cute

for a while.

But the back of my hair ends right at the nape of my neck

and the front comes just a bit below my shoulders.

It's too short.

So, here's my plan for the remainder of my pregnancy:

1. Absolutely no heat styling of any kind.

2. No more using tight, rubber elastics to hold back my hair.

3. Trim hair as soon as possible to ensure maximum health.

4. Exercise regularly and increase protein as well as vitamin c in my diet.
5. NO brushing my hair while it's wet. [Combs only!]

By the time Alexa is born in July, my goal is to have my bangs grown out, and my hair grown out to my chest.

This may or may not happen

but I think eliminating heat from my regimen will help a lot.

Inspiration for this drastic change has come from Annelise over at Bye Bye Beehive. 

Friday's Letters

Another day, another link up.

This one comes from Adventures of Newlyweds and is known as 

Friday's Letters.

Dear Husband: I hope you know how crazy I am about you, and how grateful I am to have you in my life.You really and truly are the best man on this planet. Thank you for being the father of my child. I'm sorry that I cry so much at stupid things. I promise that I won't be like this forever. It's just that we got pregnant the DAY AFTER our wedding. Don't worry. I'll show you.

Dear Mr. Next Door: You are creepy, and your music is way too loud. Please stop having parties EVERY Friday night. I'm glad we're moving soon.

Dear Alexa: I haven't met you yet, but you already have me wrapped around your little finger. I was so surprised to find that you were coming, but I wouldn't change it for the world. But, please be nice to mommy. Pregnancy is hard.

Dear Ex-Husband: Thank you for letting me go. Now I finally know what it feels like to have someone actually love me.

Dear Amanda Seyfried: Your hair is gorgeous. Please teach me your ways.

Dear Foul-Mouthed People: Just stop. You sound unintelligent.

Thursday 13

So, I've decided to link up with aunieSAUCE and participate in the

Thursday 13 every week.

This week it's

The Last Thing I...

1. Ate: A mini Gummi Bear from my secret stash.

2. Listened to: "Thunder" by Boys Like Girls

3. Watched: "Sympathy for the Devil" on Supernatural season 5

4. Purchased: Water and a "How-To" book on crochet.

5. Wore: I'm pretty comfy today in my sweats and a t-shirt my parents got me from Mexico.

6. Thought: "I wonder if I ever creep into his head at random times, too. Probably not, though. It's probably just pregnancy hormones, anyway."

7. Drank: Some yummy milk. I have to drink, like, a gallon a week or something ridiculous like that. WIC has me buying 4-5 gallons a MONTH.

8. Wanted to buy: Some super cute leggings and top from Motherhood Maternity.

9. Prayed for: My baby. I want so badly for her to be healthy and strong when she is born.

10. Painted on my nails: I don't paint my fingernails. They're too stubby for that. But I just redid my toenails a lovely shade of orange-y pink.

11. Craved: Doughnuts. I want them so bad I would probably punch someone if I saw them eating one. Does that make me a bad person?

12. Wished for: Summertime. I miss it SO MUCH. If there's one thing I cannot stand, it's being cold.

...and coats. I don't like wearing them.

13. Laughed at: This picture. Right here.

Because it's true.

Food for Thought

Anyone who knows me

knows that I am in love with music.

I love listening to it

making it

and letting it carry me through boring long car rides.

So, here I sit.

Listening to the Disney station on Pandora

and wondering if life can possibly get any better.

Hakuna Matata.

Music really does have an adverse effect on our lives.

Our moods.

Everything.

You've all seen the pictures like the one above.

One plant is grown "listening" to only rock music.

The other - classical.

Now, don't get me wrong,

I love rock.

But sometimes I'm just not in that kind of mood.

Hence my Disney music now.

But, does that mean that if we listen to a specific kind of music-

rock, for example-

are we going to wither and die?

Of course not.

But it does affect our mood

and our actions throughout the day.

Just some food for thought.

Pregnancy update:

I can FINALLY feel the baby move!

YAY!

Although, sometimes she moves in such a way that it's incredibly painful.

What the heck is she doing in there?

I'm having trouble sleeping, though.

Well, no.

I'm having trouble staying asleep.

I can fall asleep whenever I want.

Sometimes at the most inopportune moments.

I'm really not inconsiderate.

Really.

Just pregnant.

I'm incredibly forgetful, too.

Like, I forget to shower.

How does that even happen?

I forget to put on a bra before I leave the house.

I almost forgot my money when I was going out to buy groceries.

Sheesh.

Pregnancy kinda sucks, huh?

True Love Tuesdays

Well, good morning.

Or something.

I'm not a morning person

so forgive me if this post is dripping with sarcasm.

This topic was originally called "Significant Other Saturdays", but I obviously missed it.

So, now we have True Love Tuesdays.

Voila!

This week's topic is to introduce your significant other.

Simple, right? 

This is Nicholai.

Or Nick.

He is my soul.

He is the reason I get up in the morning.

He is the reason for my smiles.

He's my lifeline

my weakness

and my strength.

We met at church when we were 14. 

I'm older.

But only by a month, so it doesn't really count.

He still calls me a cougar, though.

I thought he was super hot.

Although he was really skinny.

He is a running fool.

He loves to study.

And he simply cannot get enough of Nickelback's music.

But I'll forgive him.

I can't imagine my life without him.

I don't want to.

We fell in love after one week of dating.

We just knew.

This was it.

He is kind.

He takes such good care of me.

He even holds my hair back when I puke.

Despite being supremely grossed out by it.

Sorry, girls.

My husband is the best man in the universe.

It's a.....

We found out the gender this morning.

I could hardly contain myself when I woke up at 5.

Then 6:15.

Then 6:45.

Finally, my alarm went off at 7.

I can't believe that's my baby.

It was so amazing to sit there with that whale loogie goop on my stomach

and watch my baby hiccup.

And kick

and be a total snot for the ultrasound tech

because she wouldn't sit still.

That's right.

She.

Her name is Alexa Nayeli. (Nye-el-ee)

And she's perfect.

I knew it was a girl.

Seriously.

I kept having her name pop into my head.

I kept calling my belly "she."

I kept ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the little girl clothes.

I knew it.

Sometimes I still wonder if I'm actually pregnant.

Or if I just let myself go.

Because I still can't feel her move.

But the doctor says that's okay.

So, I guess I'll trust him for now.

Now I can be impatient about something else.