I don't know

It's a really not so great day when I need to be writing a paper for persuasive writing, and I just lost my motivation to write. I don't even have good ideas to write for my blog that's how uninspired I am feeling today. Oh well. I will have to force it out of me even if it hurts. Kinda like a really big/hard poop...

It's not fun doing it, but you feel better when you're finished. :) 

Maybe I should be in a descriptive writing class instead of persuasive? I feel bad for the people that read my blog. Hahahaha. Uggh. K Bye!

Up Chucking (TMI: Consider yourself warned, or curious)

I promised a few I would do this post...and for some odd reason they were actually looking forward to it?? I don't know. Topic for today= THROWING UP! Something I am an expert at by now as I have been doing it several times a day for close to 5 weeks. :)

Maybe if my toilet looked like this
 I'd change my mind?

Now, now I am sure everyone has thrown up at least once in their lifetime (unless you're my aunt, who says she NEVER has. So jealous!). It's gross, but not the end of the world. On to my tale. 

I cannot remember the last time I threw up in a toilet (Except for once last week, but I'll get to that). And can I add that the only reason I am finally writing this is because I have already thrown up twice this morning and moving at all is just not on my to do list anymore? Ok. Covered. Now now. Like I was saying...toilet and me don't meet up. And obviously I have thrown up LOTS in my lifetime...so how is this possible? Ok seriously people...I HATE THE TOILET. Think on this. You sit your cute little (dirty) bum on that toilet everyday. Poop goes into that toilet bowl. So to me, it just makes sense that someone would not want to get their face or mouth anywhere near that thing! Not to mention it kills your back being hunched over that bowl. I know I am the strange one, but I think my logic makes perfect sense. So what do I do? I throw up in the sink mostly, or the bathtub. Whichever is easiest at the time. :) It's perfect and I can rest my little elbows on the sink and my back does just fine thank you. 

NOW...as for the one time I threw up in the toilet last week it was because my first shot into the sink came up a bit [chunky] and I promised Tay next time that happened I would move to the toilet. I desperately ran to the toilet, barely getting their in time, and plop THE WATER FREAKING SPLASHES BACK IN MY FACE! Further confirming to me why I will never EVER EVER throw up in the toilet again. Chunks or no chunks...I can pick those out with a grocery bag later. 

Ok. Got that out of the way. I am confused by others, I must admit. I hear all these stories of ladies working, going to work, doing other things while pregnant and they say they just throw up in the bushes (or wherever is close) and continue on their merry way. To them I say HOW IN the H.E. DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS?! My ordeal is like a 20 minute thing. Puke, puke, puke, puke. Gag, Puke. My eyes start watering, and the stuff begins draining from my nose. Pretty huh? But it doesn't end their because my body will act like it is throwing up, full on heaving and stomach tightening and throat doing whatever it does, but nothing comes out. That happens for like a minute or two...and then it's back to really throwing up again. I look like death when it's over! So I just really can't fathom these cute little stories of throwing up, popping in some gum and moving right along. 

I have not ever thrown up in public [crossing fingers]. I have only thrown up at my house and my parents house. When I was a child, I was always getting chastised for leaving a throw up trail on the carpet from my pillow to the bathroom. I SUCKED so bad at timing my throw ups. So it is amazing to me now that I am pregnant I have this awesome ability, I can HOLD IT! My gosh, it is a beautiful thing. I can feel like I am going to throw up all car ride home and then throw up 5 seconds within walking in my door. I feel super accomplished. I've come a long way mommy and daddy! 

Whelp, I am in my second trimester now, I was cool with all this throwing up business in the first trimester...it's to be expected, but now I am hoping for it to subside. I think I have found that MILK is to blame for a lot of my MS. Anyone else have that experience? 

I am surprised you stuck around this long. Please leave a comment if you did. Because I want to know who is a sicko. :) Haha. JK. But seriously please do. 

Disclaimer: I really hope by now, those who read this know I handle life in a very light/comedic way. Throwing up is just life! But I hope y'all saw the humor I see in it! :)

Voting

But not really :)

So I have heard about a million people say this since the elections are creeping up on us (not really, they have been forced down our throats the last year and a half) BUT, to the heart of the matter...

"If you don't vote, then you can't complain about how things are going." 

Does that mean that if I vote that's my ticket granting me the right to complain? I don't think so. I kinda hate that logic. And I may be the only one that feels that way, but I just really think that people should STOP complaining and start doing. That goes for everyone, whether they voted or not. People talk too much these days. Bad talk, not good talk.

"Oh, this person sucks. This person is terrible. That person is a stupid/idiot."

I'm over it. The world is only getting worse by approaching life/politics/everything this way. Why don't we start actively trying to talk things out in a positive way? And then, here's one for you, WORK on actually changing it for the better! There's an idea.

My opinion on the matter. I'm sure some would disagree, which I am fine with. I just had to let this out for my future children to understand the way I feel some day. Haha. BYE!

P.S. I will NOT be voting this year due to my lack of attention to detail. Oh well. It is out of my hands. There's always next election. I will be sad not to vote, but its whatevs. Maybe that's why I feel strongly about this?

Baby Names. We are the Balls.

I know, my last name is kinda funny. But honestly, so are some of your last names. ;) haha. Anywho, I used to think it was funny when I would come up with weird names that go (or don't really go) with the last name of Ball. Crystal Ball, Lucille Ball, Harry Ball, a kid with the initials of I. Ball...or for Asian twins I came up with Ping and Pong Ball (don't be offended). My mom also came up with Cindy Rella Ball. You get the picture yes? If this is the first (Or maybe even second) time you're hearing these you might just be laughing right now. But what if it was the 639th time? Well that whole phase has passed and now that I am actually having a kid and hearing all these stupid, unoriginal names over and over again...the phase has REALLY passed. Lol. I still try to laugh with people when they say things, but honestly, we've heard them all. So they just aren't funny anymore. They've kinda lost their spice. I'm not offended or anything...they just simply aren't funny. And now I understand what Taylor was going through when I would "come up" with all these dumb Ball names. He endured and so will I, and so will our children, and their children. You know I have a sense of humor...it just has faded with this one. Although I must say, the one I enjoy most was the one that Taylor said was completely original...I told him when people are handing our kids around to other people they can say, "You've got Balls kid." I don't know why but I think it's funny and completely inappropriate. So again don't be offended. Anyway, don't waste your breath trying to leave what you believe are original baby ball comments...cuz I can give you a 99% guarantee that we've heard it already and then the next time I see you I will just give you a well deserved shaking of the head. However, if you actually have cute names that don't sound weird with the last name of Ball or can be twisted to some how have terrible repercussions as they get older, you can leave a comment. Loves to you all. 

My Boy!

Well I was going to write a post about throwing up (promise it was going to be hysterical) but opted out to write a well deserved post about how much I love my Tay Tay. Last night as we were driving up to my Grandma and Grandpa Waters' house, as we do once a week to stay the night with them, I looked over at Taylor and I said, "You are awesome you know that?" And he replied, "Finally you notice." I thought it was funny. But really this kid is amazing. Since I have been pregnant sick for a little bit now when we stay over at my grandparents house he is the one getting up with them in the middle of the night most times now. I know this is a broad generalization but I think it's safe to say that most husbands would not give up their comfy bed once a week for a couch bed at the grandparents house, to have interrupted sleep anywhere from 2-5 times a night, to take an old 94 year old man (who's not his grandpa) to the bathroom, and to clean up pee that may sometimes get on the floor or change a diaper that may have been filled in his sleep. Is that safe to say? Because I kinda think it is. And my husband does that! Mostly, I think, because he loves me. But you should just see him with just about everyone...he is so kind and loving and genuinely interested in other peoples stories. Taylor and my grandpa get along so well and they really do love each other. I can see it every day. It just amazes me that he does this and brings much happiness to me!

Also, I throw up lots these days. Taylor will always come over and rub my back and ask me if I want water or gatorade and immediately bring it to me. He always asks me if I am okay. He basically is my personal caretaker for the time being. I am so grateful to have him home with me all day long (which will be ending on Wednesday...sad). It has honestly been the most wonderful thing spending every waking moment with him since we moved here. Basically since the end of December Taylor has had to devote a lot of time to taking care of me since I was stuck on a couch for a few months after surgery, and then getting pregnant a few months later. I can't wait to be all healed and feeling wonderful and being able to cook him dinner and take care of him for a change.

My boy is wonderful. And in all honesty, I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have a boy because I just know he will turn out to be a wonderful man because of his father's example. Girls I'm a little more worried about. Anywho, my husband ain't perfect, he gets upset and does weird things sometimes that bother me...but all in all I am one lucky little girl to have him in my life! Love you bubba!