a post about sacrifices

1. More than 1 beer/glass of wine/margartias

2. DAIRY

3. Caffiene

4. Tanning, shopping, spending any sort of "extra" monies

Ok let's break these down:

1. More than 1 beer/glass of wine/margaritas. I've had a couple beers since he's been born (only 1 at a time though). I'm terrified of putting him into a drunken stooper with more than 1 beer or more than 1/2 a glass of wine. Paranoid? Maybe. But as previously mentioned, I'm not about to pump and dump (H no). Oh what I wouldn't give for a ginormous strawberry margarita from a Mexican restaurant (because you know they make the best...and strongest.)

2. DAIRY. Oh. My. GOSH. I never thought this would be so hard. I thought Diet Coke would take the cake on most difficult thing to cut out of my life. C had been like gassy to the max lately so my mind automatically went to my diet...which automatically went to dairy. I eat alot of dairy peeps. I love pizza, ice cream, cheese sticks...cheese in any form really, chocolate milk. Friday night on our way home we were thinking of places to pick something up for dinner and literally EVERYTHING I get had cheese on it (Subway...no good without cheese, Arbys...beef n' cheddar, Chipotle...no good without cheese and sour cream, Taco Bell...well barf for starters, but a taco with no cheese? Enough said.) So I settled for my fave Noodles dish sans feta cheese (sads) but forgot to tell B to omit the mushrooms (yes I'm picky...deal) because I just ASSUMED since we're married he knows how I like all my fave dishes from like every restaurant. Not a good assumption? Yeah I learned that. But I mean come on I know all of his (Noodles: Pad Thai. Taco Bell: Whatever big box meal deal they have going on that is sure to clog some arteries. McD's: 2 double cheeseburgers. Subway: Steak and cheese. Chili's: fajitas. I could go on, but you get my point.) I'm the better spouse, obvi. Anyway, I shed some tears for reals and whipped up a crap-o PB & J. I've almost been a week dairy free and as much as I hate HATE to admit it, it's probably for the best when trying to lose this muffin top to just quit dairy. Suck. So I'll continue eating my pasta with red sauce and no parm cheese :( And you can just keep your cheese-less tacos and Subway sandwhiches. I'll pass.

3. Caffeine. Difficult? Yes. Impossible? No. I drank a Diet Coke a day. No biggie. But I'm not a coffee drinker so my DC in the a.m. got me going. And sometimes gave me something to look forward to in the middle of the day. Now I drink boring Sierra Mist which has gotten even MORE boring and completely useless as I have switched to Sierrra Mist FREE. I know. What's the point? It gives me a break from lame water, ok? Also, before I was preggers, I was an avid Venti Light Caramel Frappacino drinker. I would reward myself on Fridays. And Mondays for getting out of bed. And Wednesdays because it's the middle of the week. Shut up and don't judge. Now? Nothing. "Welcome to Starbucks may I take your order?" "Yeah, I'll take a Sierra Mist with no calories or goodness" "Yeah....we don't have crap drinks here. Only really awesome ones with magic caffeine and yummies" "Oh, ok. I'll just head to Qik N EZ for a 32 oz. Sierra Mist Free" Aaaaand shoot me.

4. Tanning, Shopping, any sort of "extra" monies. Yes I know it can cause cancer. Yes I know it makes your skin leathery. Yes I know my mother threatens to not pay for chemo if I get skin cancer. But I just look SO much better tan. And I do not have the patience to lay in the real sun for like 2 hours while sweating when I could get just as tan in 20 minutes. Now, I know Sarah will be yelling at me for this and that's fine because I'm NOT tanning. But if we could afford it, you best believe I'd be soakin up those fake UVs and skin cancer. Mmmm. Shopping: what female doesn't love it? I'm a known shopaholic. I love shoes, purses, tops, all of it. Thankfully my bod is less than hot at the moment so shopping is not-so-fun. Plus we ain't got no dolla dolla billz so my shopping habit is pushed to the side. Like, far far to the side. Probably won't be seen for a long time :(

Yes, these sacrifices suck. I'd love to be able to sit on the deck in the afternoon sipping a margarita while online shopping. Or laying in a coffin-sized UV death bed gettin' sexy. Or living day to day on frappacinos until my heart gave out from a caffeine overload. OR SHOVING MY FACE WITH PIZZA AND ICE CREAM. But the choice is simple. The choice to give up shopping, eating out on a weekly basis, having iPhones all so I can stay home with my little man is a no brainer. Cheese? What's cheese? (ok, that's a stretch) I'd gladly give it all up to see my nugget smiling and happy. To know I get to see him every day. I get to be the one to see him laugh for the first time, take his first steps, feed him his first solids. I would give up ANYTHING to ensure he's healthy and happy. He's my life now and there's nothing I wouldn't do for him. I pray daily he makes wise choices. That he chooses a godly wife (that's actually already been chosen for him, so I just pray he accepts it and goes with it...right Sar?). That he looks back and thanks me for giving up dairy so he didn't have to fart so much. You're welcome, C. I'd do it all again the next day and the next times 1 million. And I will, because this is my life now:please excuse the white-trashy-ness that is my bra hanging all over the place. i just love C's blue steel look.aren't those toes just the yummiest?

haha, mom. you can't have ice cream because of me.

i really don't think that little face is saying that, though. looks more like "i love you mom. so much that i watch you wherever you go and i can't take my eyes off you" (it's true and it's the sweetest, most heart-melting thing i've ever experience in my life.)