It's true. Last Sunday when I was a'sposta start my next cycle of baby-stoppers, I looked at my empty case and thought, "Ha! I'm done with you and you don't even know." And then I laughed slightly maniacally. Bring on the baby making!

Well, not...yet. I still have to have my hernia surgery. My doctor found my hernia, which made me feel acknowledged. When I first went to see him, it went into hiding. It's like when your cable is out and your Internet is all wonky and you call the cable guy and they tell you they'll be there after they visit the moon and then they finally show up and your cable is working so well it's curing cancer. That's how I felt when I first went to my doctor. This freakin' hernia has been around since I was 14. Seriously. I used to have to squat in the hall sometimes walking from class to class to help the pain. But it's been the past year that it's really been a regular issue.

So, yes, he couldn't find it. And tried to make me feel better by saying that he usually can't feel them at first for about 50% of women. I guess our hernias are shy. So, when I knew I was going back to see him, I stood up all day, pushed like I was trying to poo a ton of bricks and kept jumping up and down in my little dr.'s office wrap while waiting. And, there it was. All my hernia hard work paid off. Of course, I left the doctor's limping.

My thought was that I should get this thing taken care of before a big ol' baby sits on it. Apparently, though, when you get preggers, your body responds by holding UP the uterus as opposed to the uterus pushing DOWN on things. Interesting, eh?

As you may know, The Husband and I are planning to TTC soon. Right after surgery. Which is why I went off the pill. I know it can take a while to your body to get back into baby-having-readiness. And, me being me, I have a PLAN. The plan is: 1. go off the pill now 2. get preggers in September 3.have a baby in June. And that's it! I like simple plans.

But there's a little more to it. A friend of a friend, upon hearing TH and I were wandering into baby-having-territory, practically threatened my life if I didn't read Taking Control of Your Fertility. And, me being me, I looked it up on Amazon that night, (I think the most amount of reviews I've ever seen for a book on Amazon is maybe 40. This book has over 1200. And over 1000 are 5 star. Ok, I'll bite.) and went to Borders to get it two days later.

***must continue this later! Super tired! VERY interesting stuff, what this book is teaching!***

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I LOVE Alice in Wonderland. I love Alice Through the Looking Glass even more. I collect different editions of these books (pop-up books, annotated, various illustrations), have been to the museum in London that houses Lewis Carroll's original drawings and writings of these books and have a framed poster hung directly above my computer of one of the pages of his first edition called, Alice's Adventures Under Ground. My husband, the first time we celebrated my birthday together, found a bed & breakfast in Santa Barbara (we were living in Los Angeles at the time) themed after Alice in Wonderland called The Cheshire Cat Inn and took me there for the weekend. It's also where he proposed 10 months later in October 2007.

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Just in writing the above and looking at my framed poster, I have been wanting to get a custom mat made for it for quite some time. The frame is great, but it's not quite the right size for the poster so the borders are all wonky. I guess you could say it's something I've been mildly tolerating for a while.

So, I called Michael's and Fast Frame and told myself if it was less than $30 I'd bring it in today. Fast Frame said she could cut it while I waited if they have the color I want in stock! I'll be heading over there shortly.

Another reason I love this poster so much is because it goes well with my coaching. Many people who come to me for coaching are searching for direction. They need a change. In this particular page of AAUG she is at the beginning of her journey and is very lost and confused and the world around her is changing rapidly. I think it's just perfect.

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Back to waiting until March of 2010. This, as you may have guessed, is when Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland comes out. I can't wait. Well, I guess I have to. I was looking at some of the photos on Coming Soon and they are AWESOME. Really. How amazing does this scene look?

photo courtesy of Coming Soon

Then, I found a little trailer on YouTube, which doesn't give much considering how far away the release is, but it's just enough to be highly intriguing. Plus, it's got Johnny Depp - one of the best characters of our time (duh).

I need to re-read these before the movie. Although, it looks like the movie takes a very literal and twisted take on one of the lines from the book, "We're all mad here," by the Cheshire Cat. And that excites me even more.

I don't collect a lot of things and I'm not a crazy follower of various books or movies or TV shows, but I am ALL. OVER. THIS.

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I don't have time to write this post. I really don't. I got home from the "day job" all of 45 minutes ago, took Sampson out, made some Ramen (I didn't even have time to eat properly), checked emails while I slurped on noodles and thought to myself, "I REALLY want to do a post. What the hell do I want to do a post about?" What I want to do a post about is my totally sassy new photo to the left and the amazing and hilarious Mandy Whitley who took them two weeks ago. But I want to do that post justice. I want samples and to talk about our shoot and her and my new favorite joke. But I don't have time. I have to get in the shower. Scratch that. I have to pack first. I have a 6:55am flight to Idaho with a stopover in Vegas for my cousin's wedding. After I pack, I have to shower. I have to leave here in, oh, 65 minutes because I finally got my super exciting bridal workshop off the ground and am working with three fabulous women and it's tonight! So, I really don't have time to write this post. I must make haste and away to packing.

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Since I'm also a bridal coach and run my bridal coach blog, I was read the blog Misadventures of a Newlywed. As The Husband came to see why I wasn't cooking our weekly Sunday pancakes, he noticed the title and said:

TH: Are we still newlyweds?

me: I don't know. When does it stop?

TH: I think two years.

me: Then, yes.

I say it's as long as you feel like newlyweds, right?

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I totally didn't want to have one of those, "I'm sorry I haven't written in so long, I've just been so busy," posts, but here I am having it. Not that I have a lot of followers at this point so it's not like I'm disappointing to people. Just to myself (big heavy sigh).

Oh, well! Here I am now!

So, (I use the word "so" a lot - don't judge) Wednesday night, July 1st was my husband's and my 3rd year dating anniversary. I think my parents find it slightly ridiculous that we celebrate this and make a big deal about it, especially since we now have a wedding anniversary. I just chalk it up to a generational thing. And I think most of our generation is all about celebrating themselves! I will take pretty much any opportunity to celebrate, and really....TO GET GIFTS! I like gifts. Especially good ones.

Our wedding anniversary was April 27th, but we were pretty damn broke at the time, so we didn't do much more than dinner. The Husband is a big fan of photo albums, so I made one of our honeymoon and gave him that. I had plans to also have one for our wedding (as would be most appropriate) and one for our first year together as a married couple, but, as life can do, time and money became major downers.

ANYWAYS, we figured that we'd celebrate our 3 glorious years. TH said he'd wanted to do something for me on our wedding anniversary, but that he couldn't afford it. SO, fast forward to a whopping 2-ish months later where my husband is ROCKING (it needed the "G" at the end and not just an apostrophe cuz that's how much he's ROCKING) at his new job. This makes him happy. And, I ain't gonna lie, I like it, too.

TH has talked for a long time about his desire to buy me jewelry (No, I am not making this up. He also does all the grocery shopping. Jealous?) He has bought me two bracelets before, but has referred to them as "crap" - I'm guessing his definition of crap is directly related to the amount of money he spent on them and his personal judgement on what that amount of money means (Oh, Lord, the Coach in me is coming out!). OK, you get it.

So, I figured I was getting some sort of bedazzled piece of something to wear. When I came home from work I asked him if he wanted HIS gifts (which was our wedding album I FINALLY finished using the awesome free-downloadable software from Blurb). And he was all, "You got me a gift? (which he already knew I did) Cuz I didn't get you one.... Uh oh, am I in trouble?"

He's a pretty crappy liar when it comes to getting me things. He thought I had NO CLUE when he was going to propose and I knew so much so that I grabbed one of my best girlfriends and we went and got manicures and I got an eyebrow wax. One should always have freshly groomed eyebrows when being asked to become a wife.

So, I just pretended not to care and don't go any further into the lame-0 lie of why he didn't get me anything. I changed and off we went to this adorable little Italian place by us. We got wine and calamari and yummy dinner.

When we finish eating and we're waiting for the table to be cleared, TH pipes up with:

"You know how I always want to get you jewelry?"

ME: Yeah.

TH: Well, I got you some!

ME: (with great mock surprise) REALLY??

TH: Yeah! Here it is!

And he pulls a little black box out with this lovely piece inside:


The middle stone is Blue Topaz, my birthstone. I think it's a perfect piece of jewelry for our one year wedding/three year dating anniversary. I love the wave. It makes me think of going with the flow. Turns out, TH went to about six jewelry places before deciding on this one! For a long time, I wasn't a huge fan of my birthstone. After we got back from the restaurant, I looked up what it meant. I found that "topaz" comes from a Sanskrit word meaning "fire" and that this gem was thought to cool boiling pots - or hot tempers. And, in our relationship, this fits well. Not that my husband has a hot temper, but he can get worked up over things more quickly than I can and I like to believe I help cool him off.

All in all, a great anniversary. I love that my husband wants to buy me jewelry. Not just because jewelry is fun, but because it shows he thinks about me, cares about me and wants to provide the best in life for me.

Coming up soon...the POSSIBLE NEW HOUSE!

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