Random thoughts on a Thursday afternoon

* Thursday's are death. They are all busybusybusy and then after lunch its like a s l o w crawl to that 5:00 hour.

* Mike doesn't read my blog. He never has. I think it is hilarious. I can say things like "I got a hotel room for us Saturday night after our super fancy Valentines night dinner and you don't know about it." Silly husband

* I hate my hair color. It's sorta blond, sorta gold, sorta tinted red. I think I'm almost over it already

* My pregnancy belly is showing. (Ok yes, I'm not sucking in and I'm sort of leaning back, but LET A GIRL HAVE HER FUN!)

* I haven't gained any weight. As of my doctors appointment last Fri I had gained no weight yet. Not too worried. I think its probably my hypo thyroid meds that is keeping the weight down.

* I really want to start photographing for real. I mean, I have done a few photo shoots. I've had happy customers, but I'm scared shitless to get started. Which is weird. I need a better lens. I'm shooting with the stock one, its total crap.

* I'm so not scared of childbirth. I'm scared crapless of parenting.

*I've been at my job for over five years (minus the 3 months I left for that GOD AWFUL collections agency job. I won't name names but those people were CRAZY). I like my job, I used to love my job.

* I work with my mom, sister in law and aunt. Three of my cousins have worked here as well at one time or another.

*South Dakota. That is all.

*I think about my blog/blogging everyday. I think my life is crazy boring, so that is why I don't write all that often. I love my life, don't get me wrong, but I don't DO a whole lot of stuff because well, I'm a homebody, and I'm not very rich.

*I'm nearly 15 weeks. I still worry about miscarrying.

*The BIG ultrasound is on March 5th. That the day after a certain some one's birthday (mine). We're going to find out if our little Deetus has girl or boy parts. I still have that girl feeling.

*Anxiety during pregnancy sucks. It puts negative pressure on the baby and can affect it. It's genetic. Crap.

* I would really like a new lens for my birthday. You may all get together and pitch in on one. Thanks.