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Do it again.

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Posted 04 Jan 2011 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, other people are awesome, wedding whatnots

I’ve been married to the hubs for a little over 3 years now. Nearly an eternity, am I right?

(insert nervous laughter here)

Anyway, when I got married, half of my friends from my hometown/high school had already tied the knot. However, only a few friends in the great city of Minneapolis had gotten married. So, while I got some broad tips & tricks from my long time BFFs, my bestie in wedding planning became The Knot. Every single vendor I booked was due to recommendations from people on The Knot. While it was an awesome resource, it lacked the personal experience of seeing the vendor/venue’s work first hand.

Recently, a few good friends have gotten married in the MPLS, and another is planning for her big day in June. I’ve been lucky enough to join her in wedding dress hunting, and have been hearing about venues and vendors that are the hot pick of today.

Honestly…it makes me want to do it again. I mean, you know, again to the hubs…with an unlimited budget…as if we’d never done it before.

A big reason for wanting to do it again is a photographer that my girls have been using. She takes absolutely GORGEOUS photos and I could only DREAM to be in one of them. For example, my beautiful friend Regan:

(source)

Is that not breathtaking?! You can see the rest of Regan + Mike’s photos here, at Ai Ling’s photography site. Between her photography, and looking at the new styles of wedding gowns, it has me wishing that it would be kosher to renew our vows at our five year anniversary. Complete with a new gown and venue and lots of cocktails.

What would you want to do if you could do it again? Or if you haven’t tied the knot, what is a dream you have for your big day?

It’s been real, 2010.

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Posted 31 Dec 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, marriage, motherhood, paparazzi, The Hubs

Careful, now.

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Posted 13 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, marriage, motherhood, The Hubs

Let me start this post by saying this:

I’m about to talk about stuff that people such as co-workers, men in general and my family probably don’t want to read. So, if you’re any of these people, kindly exit stage right. I’ll wait patiently with my Minnesota Twins Homer Hanky on my head. And a mustache.

Alright, if you’re still here and you’re one of those people, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Yesterday, I had a visit with John the Midwife. Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m not pregnant like the rest of the blogosphere seems to be. However, the time had come. The IUD had to come out.

AGAIN – let me reiterate – I DON’T WANT TO GET PREGNANT.

Although Mirena is supposed to do a plethora of wonderful things, the only positive I’ve had from it is not getting pregnant. (cheers and applause) The 2 weeks of bleeding a month, random cramping and possible emotional side effects? It’s been 10 months. I’ve had enough.

Honestly, I’m really bummed this didn’t work out. Not getting pregnant and never having to think about it? AWESOME. Like, TOTALLY AWESOME. The side effects were just outweighing the positive. But then the question arose – what do I do now?!

After a good long talk with the hubs, and then with John the Midwife…I came to a conclusion. I’m back to NFP/charting/temping/TTA and ::ehem:: other barriers.

I did this for a full year before we tried to have a baby, and it worked quite well. More importantly, I was hormone free and felt really good. Granted, now that I know what pregnancy and childbirth are like, I am deathly afraid of becoming pregnant again, which is making me doubt this method…but I think it’ll be okay. I’m about to renew my subscription to a certain website, and already feel better. My brain feels clearer. Who knows, maybe this will help me with my anxiety? Only time will tell.

So, here’s to not getting knocked up, eh?

I’m exhausted.

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Posted 05 Oct 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category marriage, motherhood, not so much

I hate when I wish for entire weeks to be over, when it’s only Tuesday.

As I hinted in my last post – we got the bug over the weekend. Well, to be specific, I got it Saturday (along with the mom-& sister-in-laws). I thought it was a weird hangover caused by a mere 3 beers the night before. When I threw up at 3 in the afternoon, it just felt wrong. But I felt better. And then I felt worse. MUCH MUCH WORSE. The hubs kept Abbers away from me all night and slept in the living room so I could rest. I slept like crap, but felt better Sunday.

Monday morning, the hubs wakes up to find SURPRISE! He has it now. I have Mondays off, so I kept her in the living room and away from the sick room and she was happy as a clam. Teething like a mofo, but hyper and cute and cuddly as could be. We had an awesome day together. I chose to sleep on the couch as the hubs had, and put Abby down, only to have her wake up like, 6 times during the night. At 1:30, I brought her onto the couch with me where she slept on my chest for an hour before I brought her back to bed. It was so cozy, and I just figured she was in the clear, she’d survived without getting ill.

This morning, shortly after only finishing half of her bottle, she threw up. And I immediately felt like a failure.

I know it’s not my fault, and I know there’s not much I could have done to keep her from getting this, but I felt it anyway. The mother-in-law came over today to watch her, and sadly she was the one to get puked on. I then felt horrible that I couldn’t be home with my daughter when she was going to be at her sickest. Abby didn’t seem to mind to much, she was settled in nicely on her grandma’s lap with a book.

Then I tried to leave for work.

She whined and reached out for me.

I picked her up and tried my hardest not to cry. Especially in front of her, with her already being sick and upset. I teared up but kept myself together, gave her a gentle squeeze and she grabbed on harder, sensing I was going to try to hand her back to grandma. I let go, said “See you in a few hours, sweetpea!” walked out of the house and lost my shit. I cried the whole 2 blocks to the train.

I’m tired. I’ve eaten 3 pieces of toast, a bowl of soup, a bowl of cereal and a box of macaroni & cheese since Friday night. I don’t want my daughter to be sick. I want my husband to be back to 100%.

I want this week to be over.

Sometimes, when I get an idea…

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Posted 30 Sep 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, house stuffs, marriage, motherhood, The Hubs

With all the basement revamp talk happening (I refuse to call it remodeling because we’re only getting new floors and maybe a new coat of paint but yes A NEW BATHROOM (sort of)), I’ve been thinking a lot about our house and how we use it. I’m just so excited to get our basement back and have a space for entertaining and SPORTSSSSS and watching movies complete with our fancy sound system that we haven’t used in over a year {deep breath} that it made me RETHINK the fact that all this should be done with our dear Abbers in mind. As much as the hubs (whose birthday is today – HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLD BALLS!) would like to call the basement “The Man Cave” – let’s be real. I’m going to use it just as much. As is our Abbers. So let’s at least make it appropriate for all of us, mmmkay?

The other day I started thinking about a room down there that will still have carpet (since it has a door and thus, no cat pee) and how it has always been “the music room” complete with drums, bass, guitar, bongos blah blah blah I never go in there. I’m happy that the hubs has a room in our house where these things can go (even if when he plays he may as well be sitting right in front of me since it’s like, negative sound proofed), but suddenly I had a vision. A vision of the hubs and I watching a movie or entertaining friends while a football game is on…and Abby having that room as her playroom full of toys and play kitchens and dress-up costumes…and HOLY CRAP THAT IS THE BEST IDEA EVAR. And like in the movies, there was the screech of braking tires in my brain because that will more than likely never happen. Because…where would the precious drums and cymbals and other such equipment that gets used once every 3 months go?

{you sense my sarcasm here, right?}

I don’t want to take that room away from my husband. This is obvious mostly in the fact that I’ve never mentioned this idea to him, because I don’t want him to think I don’t understand how much he LOVES that he can have that room. I’ve run through scenarios where he puts the drums in the laundry room and I get that room for Abby…but the litter boxes are in the laundry room. I couldn’t expect him to play in there. I WOULDN’T. But…but…THAT ROOM. IS PERFECT. FOR A PLAYROOM.

A girl can dream. It’s a good thing for Josh that Abby doesn’t understand much that I’m saying yet and also doesn’t understand the concept of a dedicated playroom, because if I told her my idea? HE WOULD NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT. FROM EITHER OF US.

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