Catch up , ketchup ?

Monday : Music Monday. We are young. I posted the glee version ,because let's face it. I'm a sucker for Glee. Also right now the first part of this song connects with me for some odd reason. " give me a second I need to get my story straight." On the other hand , my pregnancy hormones are in full force this week. Maybe it's all the overtime i'm getting but I cry at just about everything. {notevenkidding. There was a cut on my knee that I didn't even know was there. You can bet that the second I saw it I full out cried. Cue curling into husband and bawling my eyes out for the 5billionth time that day.}

Tuesday : I don't even have anything that tickled me so I'll take this moment to do my Easter post.  So believe it  or not this is the ONLY picture I got that whole entire day. Gregg was nice and boiled eggs and hid some plastic eggs around the house the night before , but A) we never dyed the eggs. I did eventually make some deviled eggs. ( cue never doing that again) and B) Gregg is the only one who hunted his hidden eggs on Easter. I did mine on Monday. 

Wednesday : Dear Blank Please Blank. Or in my case. Listen to me complain.

Dear Girl at work , please stop telling me about your diarrhea.Then believe me when I tell you all you can do about it is wait it out. Sincerely ,TMI. 

Dear same girl at work , Please stop touching me without washing your hands after telling me all the above things. Sincerely 2 showers wasn't enough to make me feel clean. 

Dear Coworker, I realize you're quitting , but cover your own dang Sunday shift. I realize work sucks for you and that you just want to clean , but I'm already getting overtime because you took a vacation 5 days before you quit ,and will be pulling your weight and mine around here until more people get hired. AKA possibly never. Sincerely , I'm married and pregnant , and work sucks for me too. Deal with it.

Dear Gregg , Thanks for realizing my 18 hour shift sucked yesterday and that I wasn't happy with you for making me carry a 5 pound backpack and stuff yesterday. So you made me German pancakes , let me cry while cuddling you in bed , then laying down next to me and telling me we could nap as long as I wanted and you'd get me a soda when I woke up. Sincerely , you're the best husband in the world. Seriously.

Dear Gregg , Thanks for listening to me rant about how hard my work schedule is going to be for the next while. I know you feel bad that I have to work so much and you wish you could fix it for me. You're a superstar. 

Dear baby , Things are going to be tough for all of us when you're born. Just know me and daddy are spending as much time as we possibly can laying in bed and going to the temple to try and figure out what is the best choice for us to make to help give you the best life we can. I just hope that one day you'll look back and realize your parents really were just doing the best they could. I know I did. I'm even pretty sure I was more planned than you were. 

Dear pregnancy hormones , I would just like to get back to when everything didn't make me cry.We were doing so good.