It's a Hard Knock Life

Stella,

The day started like any other day but it wasn't. It was the day from pregnancy Hades and I've thought long and hard about if it was worth it or not to relive the awful-ness via blog but here goes.

Your Daddy left bright and early for a work trip and I was feeling anxious and frazzled about being away from him for a few days (excuse #1). I woke up feeling super pumped to show one of our luxury buyers and hold an open house for one of our listings. The weather was beautiful, your Nana was in town helping, and starbucks was only 4 miles away. I was on top of the world.

Only I wasn't.

I couldn't find my keys. Anywhere. My spare was in Dallas with your Daddy on his keychain, so the rest of the story is all his fault (excuse #2).

I got desperate. I was a few hours away from meeting our buyer and had no vehicle to get there. I had to rent a car. My sweet brother-in-law had to take time out of his Sunday to come get me (Thank you Tonner bear). We won't talk about how much this mistake ends up costing. Mommy already feels guilty.

Fast forward to 3 hours later as I'm getting ready for the showing and I couldn't find anything to wear. Nana swore she had taken a trip back in time to when I was a teenager and I threw every piece of clothing I owned on my floor.

"No this doesn't fit."

"Too fat for this."

"This will be too hot."

"How much weight have I gained? Geez La Weez."

After I settled for the same outfit I had wore to church the 2 previous Sundays, only it was a little snugger, I ran a curling iron through my sweaty matted hair and was out the door.

Nana joined me as we pulled into a prestigious neighborhood and I was waiting for our buyer at the other side of the gate. I began digging for my lipstick in my purse when I felt them. My keys. Right there in my purse. The same purse I had searched 15 bazillion times that morning. You have got to be kidding me? At this point I had to laugh. I had spent money on a rental, 3 hours searching for keys, bothered my brother-in-law for a ride to the rental company, and I felt like a complete pregnant idiot.

After Nana and I laughed at the situation the day was honestly much better. We spent the next day shopping for maternity clothes that I have put off buying because I didn't need. I found some and guess what? I need them and I feel happy about getting ready for work these days. Praise God.

The moral of this story is this:

1) I'm pregnant and this is my excuse for my stupidity for the next 10 weeks.
2) After that time frame, I will need to find a new excuse. After all, everything can't be Daddy's fault forever.

Love,
Momma