Because sometimes he really does deserve a good braggin' on

I need a refill in the energy department. Over the past week, I've felt like I'm pushing against a brick wall just to get through my days. Heck, just today I came home and got myself ready for bed and in my pj's before even starting dinner.

I've found myself tired, hungry, and loving to cry. Well, not loving to cry, but doing it anyway. And not necessarily for sadness. I cry for all emotions at this point: happy, sad, angry, content, grateful and giggly. It actually makes for a great, yet awkward, conversational piece.

You're crying again?

Yes.

Oh.

Conversation over.

And the even stranger part? I don't mind it. I like being pregnant and all of the weird side effects it brings. The tiredness makes me sleep like a baby. Love it. No more lying awake in bed making to-do lists after to-do lists. Too tired. It's actually been pretty good for me.

I also tend to have this 'everything and everyone is pure and genuine' view of the world when I'm pregnant. Strange I know. Because normally I can be quite the skeptic. But now, someone can just smile at me in passing, and if they looked the least bit genuine while doing it, I'll wanna go up and hug them and throw out the famous Britney Spears phrase, "Aww, you're so sweet!" Ewwww.

My sis, Sal Gal, even called me out on it the other night on the way home from LNO. It seemed like after every statement someone made, I felt compelled to end it with, "Aww, I love them. " She just looked at me, put her arm around me and said, "Oh you're so pregnant."

Obviously I say "aww" a lot lately. Ewww again.

But don't get me wrong here, I also have the raging, mean-woman inducing hormones going on as well, which can lead to a less than pleasant side, but I try my hardest to keep it in check.

And I fail miserably most of the time.

Thank goodness M to Izz-A is such an understanding husband.

And if you've read my blog for very long, you know I don't use it to constantly brag or dote on M to the Izz-A, but sometimes I do like to share the little things he does that make me love him. I want you to see what I see...

At our weekly Sunday night gathering with friends, we had a hot dog roast (that ended up getting cooked on the grill) and roasted marshmallows to make s'mores.

And this is how M to the Izz-A spent most of the evening. Every time we looked at him, this is what we saw...

It's things like this that make me want to have tons and tons of babies with him.

Tons and tons being code for two or three.

Easy does it.

And on top of all this, he knows how to put me in dangerous situations, like he did tonight:

3 tubs of Blue Bell ice cream. (Dutch Chocolate, Southern Hospitality, and Georgia Peach Cobbler...to be exact)

The guy knows what he's doin'.