I confess that I have had a headache behind my right eye for three days now and I can't take any asprin because I have surgery next Friday and was instructed nothing until after surgery. Ugh. I wish I could pop my eyeball out, massage the area and put it back in. Gross. Yep.
I confess that I am planning a trip to the Sacramento/Vacaville area so we can get a dresser for the girls room (I am not spending a bunch of money on something they will color on, ding up, etc.), shop at the outlets and most importantly, eat at Chick-fil-A. No we don't have one yet (they promised one a few months ago) and I can't wait it out. I must have Chick-fil-A. NOW.
I confess that I am literally counting down the days until my girls trip next month. 30 days! 30 days until we celebrate Stacey's 30th birthday with a limo, wine (3 wineries), beer, homemade dinner and an unforgettable time in California. And this momma gets to go. I.CAN'T.WAIT.
I confess that I cried while trying on bikinis in Target last weekend. Those dressing room lights do not do anyone justice. Can I just say that I need to double up on my Simply Fit Board and the gym. Woof.
I confess that I am obsessed with my Vivoactive. Like I don't know how I never tracked my steps, sleep, workouts and movement. And my sleep habits are the ones that surprise me. It shows my deep, light and awakenings throughout the night. So cool.
I confess that I am upset about my CT Scan this afternoon. Not only do I have to pay for it (unless my insurance deems it part of my surgery), but I have to drink an awful contrast drink 2 hours before. And the purpose of this scan, so my insurance can have further proof of my hernia. A hernia that sticks out when I stand, do leg lifts and hurts all the time. And CT Scans don't always show the hernia since you are laying down and most go back in when you lay down. So it might be a complete waste of time and money. Ugh.
I confess that I am pumped for the afternoon of my surgery. I will have the house to myself until the evening and I plan on binge watching Fuller House. Then when my sweet husband and babies get home (my parents are taking me to my surgery), I get to continue my recovery in our bedroom watching more Fuller House and Gilmore Girls. Just what the doctor ordered after surgery.
I confess that I am over this whole molar teething business. It sucks. You guys, they scream at me and can't be consoled when their little (big) teeth break through. And I literally count down the minutes until bedtime if they are having a bad evening due to teething. Oh please help me if they are crazy tonight since I am on bedtime duty alone.
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