Ice Cream is the best cure if You've got a stick up your butt:

 Today was one of the most unproductive, lazy Saturdays in the history of lazy Saturdays . I had all of these high hopes of finishing the dresser I'm painting and working on photos, but all I wanted to do was SLEEP! When Conrad went down for his nap, I slept on the couch, except, Dustin kept waking me up every time he walked from our room to the office. He wasn't being loud really, he was just walking and every time his feet lifted off of the ground, it made that sound when you know it's time to mop. That sticky, nasty sound? So poor Dustin is tiptoeing and waking me up every 15 minutes, getting the "Oh-NO-you-didn't stare down each time he woke me up. By the time I finally woke up I was a pissy hot mess. I woke up in THE WORST mood. BUT Dustin reminded me of our Cold Stone gift card and decided that If i combed my greasy rat's nest out (his words) and put a bra on and some "real" clothes on (his words) and a little lipstick & blush, because I was looking like Powder (again, his words), I'd feel better Much better. Ice cream makes everything better right?!

The happiest day of my son's life:

Gotta' love the creepy rapist wink:

 

{Hope you had a more productive day than I did.}

Baby Farts:

Our bedroom, 10:30 PM yesterday, we're both laying in bed debrief on our day. I'm half way finished telling my story about how we drove past some horses and stopped to talk to them and how cute our son was saying, "NAY! NAY!" the whole way home when all of a sudden I stop talking because Dustin starts choking.

Me: What? What's wrong?
Dustin: Choke, cough, gag- You've got the baby farts again. Ugh, that smell. Yep, It's the baby farts!
Me: I hit him in the arm. I am officially offended- So what! I farted. Who cares. I have to smell your ass juice all the time! Leave me alone. I'm pregnant!
Dustin: But babe, you could have paused on the horses and gone 3 feet away to unleash your baby-farts. It's gross. I'm not messing around, it's a god awful smell.
Me: BABY FARTS? Is it really THAT bad?
Dustin: Still choking- Um. Choke, cough. Um, yeah. I swear it's sticking to the walls! Ugh, I don't think I can fall asleep with that rancid smell lingering in the air.
Me: Why do you even have to say anything? Why can't I just fart if I need to? I swear, every time I fart you have to announce it to me. Let me fart for god sakes!
Dustin: Chels, that would be fine, but when you're pregnant, you just fart A LOT more and it's not like a normal fart. It's like poison oozing out of your butt or something, I don't even know. It's just awful. Ugh, God I'm going to throw up.
Me: Laughing devilishly and kicking my legs in the air delighted with my power to disgust him so deeply- Bahahah! Baby farts! I love it! Baahhaha! 

Dustin and I have always had a really playful relationship-sort of comparable to the relationship my older brother and I have. When I was little, Vinni and I were pretty vile children. We played pranks on each other and these pranks weren't something a "girl" should have been involved in. I remember running around the house trying to fling boogers at my brother. We'd try to rub them in each others hair. (What was wrong with me!) I remember one time, he pinned me to the ground and did that thing where you let your spit hang down just far enough and then you slurp it back up into your mouth real fast before it hits the other persons face. The only difference this time was that he had a mouthful of half chewed M&M's and his spit was heavy and gross. So as I'm screaming, "NOoooOOO!" my mouth is open and the spit/chocolate nastiness falls into my mouth. Then he makes me swallow it. Still makes me gag til' this day. We used to wrestle pretty hard too. I remember giving him bloody noses on a few occasions. I think not having a little brother around made him want to teach me how to scrap or something. I think I could be a good little fighter If I had to throw down though, thanks to my brother. We actually did a lot of "guy" stuff together. I was OBsessed with Street Fighter, Mario Brothers and Donkey Kong because of him. He bought me my first snowboard too. We snowboarded a lot together. I think my childhood would have been a lot less fun without him-even if he thought I was his pseudo little brother that he could scrap with and have booger flinging fights with.

My relationship with my brother sort of made me think that this is how you interact with boys and so now my husband has to deal with my un-ladylike ways. We have butter cupping contests and water fights on the regular. Is this normal? Is it normal to waft farts in your spouses face? Farts are so funny though. Is this something a lady should do? Farting? Sure, when we got married, I looked like a pretty "nice" young lady, not the type to fart on the one she loved. Should Dustin have been warned of my vile ways and ran for the hills??

I feel like I OVER-SHARE with my husband too much too. Does anyone else do this? Most woman want to lock themselves behind closed doors to do their face picking, tweezing and grooming and they would be mortified if their husbands saw half the crap we do the beautify ourselves, but not me. If I find a gnarly ingrown hair, I stop him from whatever he's doing to come check it out and watch me dissect it. I feel like I should have some sort of filter though. Like, he doesn't need to see me pop my black heads or zits NO MATTER how unbelievable they are. No man should have to witness his wife's grooming regiment.

(Looks can be deceiving can't they?)

Oh God, what if we have a GIRL? How do I raise her as a lady if I'M not a lady myself?

I'm fearful for my daughter that she's going to grow up and be just like me. Do I have to stop being me just because I might have a lady-daughter-girl to show a lady-like example to? I'm a little upset by this.

Little sweet baby, Why do you make me so gassy? Why?

{Are you getting a girl vibe from this photo or a boy vibe?}

Weekly Surf:

I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I had trouble falling asleep last night knowing that I was only one sleep away from the new returning episodes of Vampire Diaries tonight! AND I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that It was the first thing I thought of when I woke up this morning....I got myself a special soda and a special snack to munch on while I watch tonight. I'm kind of too excited about it.

I went over to my Mom's this week to raid her closet because It won't be long before I no longer fit into her size 0 jeans.... I already can barely button them. Sad day. I love Mom's yellow cords and pretty sweaters. She's got such great style. Her sense of style is bright just like her personality.

 (Love ya Mom!)

Conrad had a breakfast/play date with his buddy Logan this week. They ate one doughnut each, and I ate my portion.... The doughnuts in the bottom left corner. Yep, those were mine. ALL mine!

Weekly Surf:

I love these very first "Hideously cute" photos of newborns

I covet her style

A super cute way to decorate a kitchen

Can't wait to wear this again

Oooohhhhh. Prettty!

Would you do this if given the opportunity? I SO would.

I adore these

Amazing before and after
I'm kind of obsessed with this adorable jacket (I love the back.)

Loving this Gorgeous headboard DIY project

I want them all & these too while you're at it

Wouldn't this be such a lovely set?

**Thank you all for your kind, encouraging words about my last post. I appreciate the love. 

I promise to keep the complaining to a minimum for the rest of this pregnancy! 

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 {Happy Thursday!}

Winning The War:

Me: (as I watch TV last night and learn that Kate Hudson is 14 weeks pregnant and doesn't look pregnant AT ALL, I run into the kitchen where Dustin is minding his own business, cooking dinner....) "WHY DO ALL OF THESE PREGNANT BITCHES HAVE TO BE SO SKINNY!?" I nearly shout with Tears rolling down my face.

Dustin: "ohmygod Chels. Seriously? GET-OVER-YOURSELF!"

Me: "BUT Kate Hudson is 14 weeks..." sniffle, sob, cry, whine, moan "AND she DOESN'T even-"

Dustin (cutting me off): "Honey, You're beautiful! Stop comparing yourself. You're barely over 4ft tall and your torso it this big (leaving little space between his index finger and thumb to measure my tininess) You still shop in Gap Kids. Again, Get over yourself! You've gained 6 lbs. Don't get crazy."

I must seem so dumb to be comparing myself to Kate Hudson right? Well I am. So what. It's hard not to be hard on myself. I feel so lucky TO EVEN be pregnant at all, why should I care about weight? I should just stuff my face and enjoy it right? It doesn't work that way though folks. Often times, those teeny pregnant girls get praised for being so small. The pregnant roly poly's (me) feel fat and get the, "Is she just fat or is she pregnant?" stare all day long and it's hard to not be hard on myself! I had a friend once tell me that her friend was 5 months pregnant and "Didn't look it at all, she looked SO GOOD! It Looked like she just ate a big bowl of pasta." What does that mean? She looked so good? What's so good about that? (I curse you friend who looks like you just ate a big bowl of pasta!) Ugh. YOU AND THOSE SKINNY MATERNITY MODELS (who are probably wearing prosthetic stomachs with your twiggy little legs....You annoy me, fake pregnant models. All of you!)

I think I'm just frustrated that I had all of these high hopes of running everyday and being so fit, but the truth is, this first trimester has been hard! At night, I just want to rest and do nothing. Last night I was craving tomato sauce so I got up at 10:00 pm and made myself some angel hair pasta and poured that tomato sauce on (my mouth just started watering....) and went to heaven. I'm eating lots of veggie smoothies and protein but the carbs THE CARBS! It's so hard to say NO! *I want nothing more right now than to go into the cupboard and find me some tomato sauce to drink. Just sayin'.

I could blame my silly tears and my body insecurities on hormones and call it a day but I really don't think it's ALL about hormones. Sure, this baby is making me a little crazy, but I think it goes much deeper than that.

It's a spiritual thing.

If I'm feeling defeated and punched in the face repeatedly each day, it can't just be hormones. I know that a war is being waged against us. I do believe there is an enemy whose job is to steal, kill and destroy. Satan would love to knock me down and make me believe that I'm going to fail at being a mom of two. He'd love to make me believe that I'm ugly and worthless. That's how I've been feeling lately, so today, I recognized that and recognized that these thoughts are not of God and do not support what the bible says of how god views me. I love knowing that God delights in me. He FIGHTS for me when I am weak. He stands up for me when I can't stand. When I think of the word delight, I think of how I feel about Conrad. He's so beautiful, it makes my heart ache sometimes, I adore him and think he's smart and precious.... BUT I know that how God feels for me is so much bigger than that. He looks at me with the same kind of loving-adoring eyes. That makes my heart skip a beat.

The little war being waged against me was not won by my enemy today. No sir it wasn't! I won today! I decided that I was not going to let Satan steal my joy away from me. He is a liar and I can't start believing the lie that I'm worthless, fat, ugly, not smart, and a horrible mother.....These silly thoughts get in my head, and it's not truth! God will equip me in every area of my life. I just feel like some days I'm hanging on for dear life trying to do my best. I feel a sense of dependence on God that I haven't in a long time. I feel so desperate to hear from God and spend time with Him because left to myself, I'm a train wreck! Aren't we all?

OK, Maybe I'm just NOT GOOD AT BEING PREGNANT! Good thing It' only lasts for a while and then in the end I GET A BABY! Woot! woot! 

In other news, I'm TOTALLY getting a girl vibe this time. Like, this baby must be a girl. It has to be! I just have a feeling. I'm carrying differently too. With Conrad I carried right out in front and now I'm carrying ALL OVER (or maybe it's just the pasta making me round on the edges!) Whatever. I'm putting my money on a girl!

I'm SO excited to pick out a girl outfit and boy outfit and a girl name and a boy name so that when we leave the hospital, we'll get to bring our baby home in it's gender appropriate cute-soft baby outfit!It's extra fun getting to pick out two names! I'm just SO excited I can't even stand it.

Me and my little love at Whole Foods having a family date night.

Adoring my little man sandwich

Giving him a sip of soda against Dad's wishes

Having breakfast Saturday morning (Those lips!)

Kisses.

Conrad taking my picture with help from Dad. It's a little blurry but I like it.

Sunday afternoon at our house is spent sitting on the floor making play doh sculptures listening to Elton John's greatest hits. Dustin made a sculpture of me. We let it dry out and Conrad goes up to it and shouts, "Mommy! Mommy!"

The boys making Pregnant Gumby:

He sits up on the counter munching on chunks of frozen pineapple

as I make my breakfast smoothie.

Looks like some of it ended up on the counters above. Oops.

Then we have tickle fights, and I usually win.

When he's done having his picture taken, he shouts and makes this face at me.

Then later, as I curl my hair, he shuffles around my room in his dad's shoes.

{If you read through this whole post, high five.}

Bump Watch: Week 11

I LOVE the idea of having a maternity series to look back on and see

how the baby grew over a period of 40 weeks!

Some of our inspiration as we brainstormed together to figure out what we wanted the series to

look like came from this series, this one, we can't forget this one, Oh, and this one too.

*My dear friend Kacie will be documenting my pregnancy for me as I grow and get HUGE....

I couldn't be happier to have her shooting these photos! What a sweet friend she is!

Weekly Surf:

I've decided that my favorite toddler moment this week had to of been when I asked him for a kiss at the park and he had Doritos cheese on his lips and orange cream Slurpee breath. My heart melted. He is SO big! It made me smile watching him lick the cheese off of his chips. No one had to teach him to lick the cheese off, he just knew that Doritos are best when you get to lick them clean and then lick your orange fingers afterwards.

He knows that Doritos-cheesy kisses make his pregnant Mamma's heart burst with joy.

Ugh, I'm so in love.

Weekly Surf:

THIS is hil-arious
Here's a look at what I've been working on this week

Wouldn't this be such a unique wedding set?

Something to buy a few sizes too big for when I start to get big

DIY cute owl pin cushions

A vintage nursery & a girls nursery done right

If only I could get my husband to wear one of these (maybe not plaid though)

This girls got style

Loving this homes soothing color

Good tips to keep God at the forefront of our minds

I think I'm obsessed with Stella McCartney

Would really like a pair of lace up boots

She melted my heart with her adorable french accent

A picnic in the water is such a sweet idea

Just beautiful (don't click if nudity offends you.)

Something that encouraged me this week

Baking delicious pies always reminds me of my love affair with Ned and Chuck

I love seeing people take something old & making it new again

{Have a great weekend friends}

***I plan to lay around this weekend and do a whole lot of baby cookin'. I feel so tired lately, like PAINFULLY tired, like I WANT TO CRY tired. How do woman of many children do it? I have shamefully allowed my son to watch copious amounts of Sponge Bob this week because I've been so utterly useless as a mother-playmate. This first trimester has kicked my butt like you wouldn't believe. I've woken up each morning with the same prayer that I'd be given supernatural energy-I can't imagine what I'd be like had I not prayed. My poor son's brain is turning into mush I'm afraid. Someone tell me I'm not the only horrible mom whose done this.

I will not stay here.

This morning as I sat down to eat my 2ND bowl of Lucky Charms (baby wanted two bowls, what do you want from me!) I opened my bible as Sponge Bob blared loudly in the back ground and my toddler also enjoyed him some Lucky Charms next to me pointing and clapping at "Bob-Bob" as he referees to him. I took a deep breath and reflected on the last few days.

Have you ever felt so dirty and gross for acting a certain way? You can't forgive yourself of it and keep reliving it and going back to it wanting to punch yourself in the face for it? Whatever it is? No? Just me? I let that dirty feeling stick to me and can't shake it off sometimes. I sometimes wish I could go back have a do-over! Even if I know God's forgiven me, I still can't forgive me. Have you ever felt this way?

Ugh. I had one of those dirty situations that I couldn't shake off recently. A major "foot-in-the-mouth" experience. I won't share all of the details, but know this, the opportunity presented itself to indulge in gossip and share with a Friend some seriously juicy details about another friend and I jumped on that opportunity to share information that wasn't mine to share. It' felt damn good while I was spewing the dirt, but once the words left my mouth I FELT LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT.

I started thinking about my most personal, darkest deed, my dirtiest secret and how I would feel if others know it (a select few know my dirtiest of dirt and I'd like to keep it that way!) I began to shutter knowing that I did to someone exactly what I fear being done to me.

Sure, I know Jesus has redeemed me. There is nothing that can separate me from the Love of god. There is no shame because the past has been forgiven and it is forgotten by God. But I still remember, I don't forget what I've done or do. If someone put me on blast I'd be a little mortified.

So here I was with My God, trying not to go back to pour myself another bowl of Lucky Charms, feeling like a jerk-off, asking him to change my heart, my behavior, make me new, set my eyes upon Him instead of things of this world, & take away that dirty desire out of my heart to indulge in gossip! Gossip is like a poison. It's fun to talk trash but it never makes you feel all that good inside. Just like with anything in life that feels good at the moment. Spending all of your husbands money and going in debt, not respecting your body by over-indulging in food, looking at porn, shoplifting, or one night stands (to name a few dirty things) can be fun, but no one ever leaves feeling good about themselves. No one throws themselves a party after. You leave feeling used and UN-loved. You hate yourself for damaging your body, yourself, your relationships. It's never pretty.

One piece of encouragement that I received from the Lord today was this: You aren't going to stay here (In this state of filth). I am molding you into something greater than what you are today. For someone who puts their foot in their mouth pretty often, who hurts friends, who loses my cool all too quickly, who doesn't always care for my husband like I ought to, who gossips and is quick to indulge in the nasty things of this world rather than what God has to offer, who sins all too often..... God says to my heart, "I'm shaping you. I'm maturing you. I won't leave you like this! I will train you up, I will have you do great things. I will have my way with you." THIS IS BIG for a sinner like me.

I'm thankful that I can take a deep breath and rely on a God- have confidence in a God who promises to continue working on my heart. His mercies are new each day. Yesterday is gone and today I have the opportunity to (not put my foot in my mouth!) to show love to a friend by keeping their secrets-like I'd want them to keep mine. He restores relationships, and for that truth, I take great rest. Thank You Jesus for your goodness in my missteps through this dark world I live. Anyway. That's where I am right now. I'm standing confidently in the truth that as I stay connected to the vine-as I stay close to Him and obey, more of Jesus will be seen on the outside and less of Chelsea.

Oh, and today I wore:

*I WILL wear you skinny jeans-even if my fat spills over the top of you!

I will wear you til' you can no longer be worn!

I am reading this amazing book. The photos & information are incredible. It was written in the 70's by two highly knowledgeable doctors. I am obsessed with it. How insane is God! Seeing how this baby is being formed in my womb always draws my heart back to worshiping. It leaves me in complete awe of the miracle of creation. Go buy this book. Buy it for your pregnant friends. I promise they will enjoy every bit of it

(or think the pictures are totally creepy and weird, either way-buy it!)

Amazing right?

Psalm 139:13- For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb.

{I love that he's busy at work, knitting my baby together in my womb.}

Weekly Surf + Our Weekend in Photos:

Weekly Surf:

Dreaming of someday having a kitchen with floors like these

Can't wait to get a tattoo just like this when #2 is born (I am so obsessed with this tattoo.)

Remembering when Conrad was this teeny & the weird things I craved last time I was pregnant

I'll be making a few of these for the hubs w/ sweet things written inside for v-day (reminds me of our wedding)

I LOVE her hair color & I wish I could pull off her hair cut

I love a gal who can put together a killer-thrift store outfit

Makes me want a tea cup collection

This put a smile on my face

Will be making this, this weekend

I adore her style

What I found while lurking craigslist this week (maybe the chairs are a tinge too gaudy?)

One of D's dreams is to someday own a restaurant & one of mine is to someday own a thrift shop

Kind of obsessed with this home at the moment

I want

Conrad would appreciate these

I want these for my kitchen table

Cute idea for a nursery

How to tie a yarn bun

Blinged out gold chairs are a must have

Last Weekend In Photos:

When you have a kid, you get to be a kid again!

It's awesome. Dustin doesn't always get to do all of the fun stuff we get to do throughout the week,so this weekend I wanted to take him to the in-door play gym to watch Conrad in action. Conrad is really getting to be such a fun age. It's been so fun to watch him experience new things and go deeper into his imagination. I love watching him explore and see all of the "boy" in him come out.

Where's Mommy?

There she is!

We went on a little afternoon lunch date Saturday to one of my favorite Italian food places. It's been a while since we went out and sat at a restaurant and spent time talking and laughing. I feel like it's so vital for our relationship to get away together and talk about other things besides our son. I really cherish these moments.It kind of scares me that when the next one comes, these moments might be harder to come by....so we're enjoying them now.

{Have a fantastic weekend friends.}