Baby Talk.

Babies.

Babies, babies, everywhere. Everywhere I look (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc.) someone is announcing their pregnancy. Not that there's anything wrong with this. I'm at that age where this is normal. Just like when I was 18 and all my friends were going off to college - I'm now in my mid-to-almost late 20's (ouch... that hurts so much to say) and all my friends are having babies. 

 Like Anna Kendrick tweeted yesterday...

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE babies. They're the cutest. I get SO SO SO excited when one of my friends announces their pregnancy. 

It's just that I am NOT anywhere near ready to have a baby. My husband feels the same way. We would rather wait until 1.) We know where we are going to be in the next couple of years, 2.) We want to be completely done with school, & 3.) We want to be financially READY - Loans paid off, house bought, etc. (Even though I always hear you're never financially ready...). And honestly, I like my Target trips alone. I like my sleep. I like doing things with just Jesse. And if that makes me selfish, then I'm sorry.

I feel like there's something wrong with us because of this. My family has it in their head that we're never going to have kids. 

However, why is it that whenever I see that someone else is pregnant, I feel like someone has kicked me in the stomach? I know that having a baby isn't a competition, but sometimes it really feels like it is. I have this fear that I'm going to wait so long that I'm going to be too old to even try and it's going to be a struggle.
Also, it's annoying that no matter how many times I say I am not ready, if someone sees me pin a bunch of baby stuff or post something on IG, it's all "OMG ARE YOU PREGNANT?" To which I say...

 But seriously. I feel like I should clarify. I DO WANT CHILDREN. Eventually. 

But right now, I am happy just living my life, just me and Jesse, without worrying about another life. I mean I worry enough. When I have a child, I'm going to have to be in a permanent self-medicated state or I will drive myself insane from all the worrying (kidding. maybe).

So friends, I am totally open to watching your babies and loving and kissing their sweet cheeks.

I'm just not ready for my own yet.

I don't even know why I'm talking about this. I just feel like it's something that I've been dealing with and I know that other people feel this way as well.

*LAST NOTE*

Don't ask someone why they haven't had a baby yet. Just don't. You have no idea what that person is going through. They could be trying all the time but have no luck. Some people might have a condition where they can't have a baby. Just be sensitive. Not nosy. That's all I'm saying.

xoxo.

Making Amends With Sundays.

Honesty Time: I hate Sundays. HATE. DESPISE. They're the worst. 

I would much rather deal with a Monday than a Sunday. 

Why? 

Because I feel like my Sundays are spent dreading the week ahead and mourning the days that I just had off. I've also noticed I'm not the only person that feels this way. Maybe it's a teacher thing. ;)

This has been especially hard for me since I have class on Saturdays 2-3 times a month now.

Needless to say, I don't do the whole "Lazy Sunday" thing very well.

However, this past weekend I decided to try a positive way of thinking about Sundays.

I woke up Sunday morning pretty early and it was super rainy. There's been this coffee shop that opened up (Knoxville Brew) that I've been wanting to try, so we headed down there.

I'm so glad we did.

Seriously. I'm a coffee and french vanilla creamer kinda gal. I've never been much for the fancy drinks at Starbucks, mainly because they're super expensive/fattening/have a burnt taste to them. 

K Brew knocked it out of the park.

Jesse and I hung out there for about an hour or so, just enjoying the rain (I love the rain... I find it super relaxing!) and catching up on our books.

After we left there, we headed back home where I worked on crochet projects, cleaned, and worked on ZERO school work (which I'm totally regretting today... but I needed a break). We just hung out around the house and I tried my best to relax. I planned out our meals and made out my to-do list for the week. 

SO I actually do feel pretty productive and super prepared for this week! All in all, I actually had a really great day. 

Okay, Sundays. I think we can be friends again.

Hope y'all had a fantastic weekend! 

XoXo

Just a thought...

Why do we feel the need to apologize for things that we post on OUR social media accounts? I mean - some people should be sorry for the things they post on Facebook and Twitter, but that's a whole 'nother story.

Anyway, last night I hashtagged #sorryforthecharlieoverload on my Instagram after posting the second picture of Charlie for the day. Then I thought... why do I feel the need to apologize for what I post on MY Instagram? If people don't like it - they don't have to follow me. I post a lot of pictures on Instagram because those are memories. I can't tell you how many times I've gone back and looked at my pictures and been like "aww that was so fun!" or "geez that was so long ago"... things like that. I've always been a picture person, but why is it that we feel the need to apologize for "overgramming"? I know that I'm not the only one that has apologized for "overgramming" - regardless of whether it's a dog, a baby, a vacation, a house being built - those are all SUCH exciting things that are important to someone.

So I guess what I'm saying is - don't apologize for what is important to YOU. If someone doesn't like the fact that I post a zillion pictures of my dog... then I'm sorry they're not a dog person.

That's just my random thought for the day!

What are your thoughts on "overgramming"? I'm interested in hearing other's opinions and thoughts!

xoxo.