Quick "How much can I type before my children wake up" Excercise

 Bro how do you even spell exercise? I used to be great at spelling until I started typing everything into a text instead of a Word file. 

Anyway, welcome lost and displaced reader, I don't know why you ended up on this blog, but it is in dire need of repairs. Let me begin by introducing myself with random bullet points because everyone loves lists: 

• Who, what, when, where, why-type of statements:

• I'm an almost-32 year old mom of 2
• #boymom
• #whereisthatsmellcomingfrom
• Other than motherhood, I also dilly dally on Amazon FBA and work in the solar industry
• #bossbabe? sometimes.
• #workfromhomehotmess
• #pleasebuysolarfromme
• Corpus Christi Texas! Love the endless supply of fast food, hate the humidity
• #alsopeoplehereareprettycool
• #letsgohooks
• #pleaseuseturnsignals
• Started this blog in the good ole days when I had no children and ample amount of free time
• #andthenlifegotbusy
• #andigotlesscreative
• #butimisstypingforfun
• Why did I decide to remove the cobwebs from this url and poke at my keyboard? My kids are asleep, I took a random mid-day shower out of boredom, and with no child fights outside my door to listen to, my brain had some free time to just wander, and arrived at this destination. 
• Not a useless hashtag, but now I'm finally realizing why I haven't blogged in so long! 
• I used to blog because I loved the feeling of typing on super thin laptop keys, and when I switched to a desktop, it stopped being physically satisfying to click at keys super fast. 
• Too bad, I'm committed now, I must finish. 

• Random things I love, collect, or hoard: 

• Laundry detergent
• Harry Potter Funko Pops
• Soups and sandwiches
• Scented candles
• but no vanilla-y scents, that's gross
• Comfy sandals
• Really dark sunglasses 
• Comfy joggers 
• with pockets!
• Jigsaw puzzles
• Monopoly games
• Notebooks, planners, and pretty pens
• Cherry sodas
• Books, ebooks, audiobooks, bookshelves, book quotes, book decor, & anything book related

• Random things I'd love to learn more about:

• HowToFileTaxes
• Phlebotomy
• cleaning hacks
• Kid-friendly dinner recipes
• Genetics
• When does a theory stop being a theory and become a law? 

• Random things I don't care for, don't know how to do, or intimidate me:
• celery
• interior decorating
• manual driving
• plants of any kind
• mint chocolate
• too much socializing
• shoes with heels
• earrings

Oh crap, kids woke up, I must leave again, peace! 

The Woes of Psychological Triggers

So I've been a little more absent from blog writing than I meant to be, especially with my goal of keeping a pregnancy journal and all. I am almost at the end of my first trimester, and several of my worst symptoms are becoming less uncomfortable as the days go on, therefore I can finally bring myself back to writing. Here's why:

During the first two-ish months, I felt so sick, congested, tired, and nauseated all the time that I internally came close to hysterics and secretly wished I was not pregnant and didn't have to carry this baby for a whole 9 months. I actually hated any thought that had to do with babies, and truly felt like the worst person imaginable, like a monster who wouldn't love her baby.
Time has passed, and so have several symptoms, and now I am clearheaded enough to realize what was going on... it was all in my head. For several seemingly never-ending weeks I associated everything that had to do with my pregnancy with the feelings of sickness, nausea, and overall disgust at almost everything imaginable. My usually very logical brain got it's butt kicked by a storm of hormones and could only make one (most irrational) connection:

baby things = bad, sick feelings

Yeah, I thought I was going crazy. I sort of was, a little... it was just a psychological trigger. For weeks on end the sight of the toilet, the kitchen trash can, raw meat, and eggs triggered something which instantly made me throw up. We have a vanilla-scented Glade plug-in in our bathroom, and I associated bathroom with nausea so much that now the smell of vanilla also triggers nausea... crazy huh? So the reason I've been away from my blog is that reading the words "The Prego Diaries" also triggered that sick feeling! It doesn't so much any more, so I think I can safely return to my writing and venting without endangering my keyboard with violent vomiting... hopefully. 

In conclusion, I am becoming more rational and less hormonal by the day, so I am assuring myself that I love this baby more than I can express, and that baby things DO NOT equal bad, sick feelings. That phase is almost over, thank goodness. Turns out I'm not a monster after all, I was just crazy.