Friday Letters . . .

Dear Baby Boy,

You're all I've thought about all week.

I have this ridiculously strong urge to research, research, and research some more.

Then it hits me...I still have a long 4.5 months before I meet you and all of this research go into use.

It seems like so long.

It seems like these 9 months are crawling.

I just want to hold you already.

♥

Friday Letters . . .

Dear Week,

You went entirely too slowly. TGIF!

Dear Door that keeps us locked in bookkeeping at work,

You're probably a lifesaver. You allow me to vent my frustrations in the safe confines of these four several walls. So long as we're not being recorded, it's my safe therapy haven.

Dear Scott Michael Foster,

I have a ridiculous crush on your Greek character, Cappie.

Dear Greek,

I waited about 60 episodes to finally see Cappie & Casey get together and they're only going to last a couple episodes?! Get real!

Dear Dizziness,

Go away.

Dear Bachelorette,

I know you've been over for a while, but mom saved all the episodes on DVR and I'm watching them alllllll tonight!

Dear Raccoon that tried to get in the back porch last night to get at the garbage,

haha I win. Stop scaring me, though...ok?

Dear Wes,

I miss you.

Dear Baby Boy,

I really have to wait 19 more weeks to meet you? That doesn't seem fair.

Friday Letters . . .

[Linking up]

Dear Ingrid Michaelson,

You are a new artist to me, but your song below is a new favorite.

Dear Wasp (that was shut in the truck with me while I drove yesterday),

I hate you. Who do you think you are invading my safe zone and making me drive like an idiot while I tried to keep an eye on you?!

 

 

Dear Adam Levine,

It's no secret that you are my celeb crush...but this excessive facial hair I've seen lately has got to go!!

Dear Pinterest,

I hate when your pinners' pins don't go to the right site...or isn't even a legit site.

Dear Walmart Summer Dresses,

I heart you. You help me not feel fat. Wastebands are stupid, anyway.

The $10-15 tag on them doesn't hurt, either.

Dear Hunger,

Control yourself!

Dear Ana,

Why do you have to move so far away? It's not fair.

Dear Bob Ross,

I miss you. I cried from laughter looking through pictures of you on Pinterest. You said the darnedest things!

Dear Wes,

It was so nice having you home for almost two weeks. I miss you horribly now that you're back to work an hour away, but I am so proud of you and know it's only temporary!!

Dear Baby Boy Beck,

I hope I'm doing a good enough job of helping you grow and develop. I know I haven't been eating very well, but...well, I have no excuse.



Friday Letters . . .

I'm afraid this is how my DIY projects will turn out.

Dear 7up,Your fizz and lack of caffeine have been a staple throughout this pregnancy. You also help settle my stomach after meals when I feel less than 100%. Your flavor is starting to get old, though. Let's spice things up, mmmk?

Dear Drop Dead Diva, 

I admit, I thought you were going to be a stupid show and only started watching you because I was still hung over from How I Met Your Mother. I must apologize. You are a good show and rather addicting. There are only 3 seasons of you on Netflix, which means (too) shortly I will be disappointed to have to say goodbye to you as well.

Dear July 26th,

Can you hurry up already?! Two months between ultrasounds is entirely too long. I need to see my babe!

Dear Pinterest,

You were described as porn for women on Elvis Duran and the Morning Show today. I can see where they came to this conclusion. I feel pretty powerful with the numerous recipes I have pinned - as if indeed I am queen of the kitchen. The DIY projects I have started pinning also make me feel crafty, though I haven't tried a single one and also have 0 faith they'll turn out good when I do! It's the illusion you create that us women love!

Dear CPA Exam Review Books,

Please enter my brain. Force yourself in by any means necessary. I can't bring myself to read you.

Dear Netflix,

Get some HGTV shows already, would ya?!

Dear Geese on McClellan,

Stay off the road.

P.S. Horns are used to get your attention so you'll move...listen next time!!

Dear Fingernails,

Pregnancy does wonders for you!!

Dear Hair,

Why do you shed twice as much now than you did pre-pregnancy...?! I get that you're "more healthy" and growing faster and all this jazz...but, stay on my head!!

Dear Prescribed Prenatals,

Thank you for tasting so much better than the OTC ones!!

Dear Birthday Party Ice Cream,

I think we have a date...be there soon!!


[linking up]

Friday Letters . . .

[Link Up Source]

Dear Weather,

Remember last week when I proclaimed my hatred for you? I'm sorry if that caused you to lash out ... I didn't mean any harm. I still hate you, though, and would really appreciate if you'd chilllllllll out!!

Dear How I Met Your Mother,

I love you. A part of me will die once I finish the last season that's available on Netflix.

Dear Pinterest,

You provide so many great ideas. When will you start providing motivation...?

Dear iGoogle,

I'm so sad that you're going away. I still have a year with you, but am going to be lost when you leave me. It's so convenient to have my Gmail, calendar, and Google Reader all on one page.

Dear Culver's,

Turning your air off last night to get Ana and I out of there after sitting there to catch up for three hours is rude. It's over 100º outside and it was so stuffy in there it wasn't even a shock to my system to walk outside.

Dear CPA Review Book/Exam,

You intimidate the f*@$ out of me!!

Dear Fireworks,

Why don't you impress me?

Dear Neighborhood,
Was it really necessary to do fireworks alllll night Wednesday? Some people had to work in the morning.

Dear Coworkers,
Sorry for walking around with my pants unfastened and unzipped. I simply can't wear them done up and still breath at the same time. I promise by August I will buy black maternity/stretchy pants/capris. The ones I got last week were all brown/khaki.

Dear Baby Beck,
We get to find out if you're a prince or princess in three weeks. That seems like such a long wait, but it'll be worth it!! I can't wait!! 



Friday Letters . . .

This seemed like an appropriate picture for a Friday to sum up the week.

:)

I'm still in the blogging challenge but am choosing to skip today's topic prompt and just do Friday Letters (link up) instead.

Dear Wes,

I'm sorry for my increased irritability and how I can get severely irritated in 2 seconds flat. I'm blaming it all on pregnancy hormones.

Dear Weather,

Who asked you to visit us? Seriously, you suck! I've only lived in humidity, so I don't know what it'd be like without you. The only way I can describe Iowa weather/humidity is walking into a brick wall when you exit the safety of the indoors.

Dear Vince,

You crack me up. Your heightened concern and worry over me is adorable.

(Everytime he walks by me he asks if I'm ok and if he can help me get up.)

Dear Wes,

You are the most amazing husband. I could not ask for someone better.

Dear Baby Beck,

I'm bummed we don't get to see you today, but hopefully we'll at least be able to hear your heartbeat.

Since I don't really have much of a bump and can't feel you yet, I worry easily. I try to keep my mind off of it, though, knowing many people are praying for you and your health.

See ya in five months.

♥

Friday Letters . . .

I was going to preface this post with...

"Be warned...
I'm in the midst of a horrible day and my attitude is rotten."

...but I think the pictures pretty much sums that up, no?

So I saw a friend post "Friday Letters" today and decided I'm stealing it.
(After I so responsibly asked permission to not only steal, but link to her.)

Dear Stupid People,

Please don't punish me for your stupidity. If you really feel the need to come to be with a problem (of stupid proportions) don't be offended when I'm short with you.

Dear Work Computers/Technology,

I hate you. Who needs you anyway? Why can't we just do it all with a pencil and paper like they did in the ol' days? They got along just fine.

(Just kidding...that'd make me lose my mind.)

Dear Grapes,

Why must you be sour when you're on sale...?

(Oh, Fareway planned that? Go figure!)

Dear (Personal) Technology,

Why do you have to be so expensive, tempting, and ever-changing? They have the newer version of you out before your last version even hits puberty.

Dear Sleep,

I miss you.

Dear Pillow,

I hate you. You're fired. I'm replacing you soon.

Dear Wes,

I love you more than you'll ever know. The distance between us currently due to your job is hard on me, but it's going to pay off. You're getting great experience and contacts to help you network for our future. I feel so blessed to have you home today through Monday - I will not take it for granted!

p.s. The shoulder rub at lunch took the edge off of my horrible mood. Thanks!

Dear Baby Beck,

I love you so much already, it's crazy. You should know up front, though, that I'm ridiculously impatient...so these next five months are going to be pure torture for me. It's already gone so slow... How can I wait five more months to look into your beautiful eyes...?!