To be honest, this is one of those things where my husband texted me how my morning went and I responded with this:
"It's been good, went to the park, more nauseous than normal, Luna laid in the mud, still muddy, still nauseous."
Luna is our dog by the way (10 month old all black German shepherd, golden retriever mix, aka: our world), though I wouldn't be surprised if when we have kids I send the same exact text but with our kid's name instead of Luna.
Anyways, Chett (I call my husband that instead of Chester about 76% of the time) told me that it sounded like a funny blog post entry. And I thought, "ya know. I've always wanted to do one of those. I really enjoy writing, and maybe, just maybe, I could get famous so I can quit my job..."
But let me preface. I love my job. I adore it with my whole heart. I nanny two boys, ages 2 years old and 8 months. They are precious and I love them like they were my own. I get paid really well. I love their family, the way their mom mothers, it's an absolutely perfect fit!
Only one problem.
Remember that whole nauseous thing? Yeah. Well. We have an "Oopsie" on the way. Accident? Surprise? Unexpected blessing from heaven? I'm currently reading The Sh!t No One Tells You About Pregnancy by Dawn Dais (first time pregnancy or you just want a comical read, go check it out - but be warned, it is slightly crude..), and she calls these little unexpected bundles of joy "oopsies" and I like that the best. So, going back.. with an oopsie in my tummy making me pee every 43 minutes, throw up at any strange (or not strange) smell, more exhausted than I ever have been, and a hormonal psychopath, sitting at home and writing all my woes to no audience/a couple random strangers on the internet instead of chasing around two (adorable, amazing, hilarious) insanely active kids sounds prettttyyy dreamy.
So if you're reading this, welcome to Kaniesha's effort to become famous.
Jk. Really I'm following my love for writing, and maybe if I use this like a journal then my life will make more sense? Hahaha. Like that'll ever happen. Life is crazy, but I think it's supposed to be.
Now that you know about our oopsie baby that not even our siblings know about, let me tell you a little more about us.
Chester and I have been married for almost a year and a half. We got married on April 22, 2017 (Earth Day in case you didn't know and aren't a crazy hippie like me) and it was the only day with sunshine for two weeks straight. It was magical. We're both from big Christian families (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) ((also known as Mormons)) (((no, I do not have multiple moms))) ((((yes I am Chester's only wife, I am more than a handful thank you very much)))) (((((yes, we do dance, watch TV, play sports, we are just normal people who believe in Jesus)))))... where was I? Oh yeah, from big Christian families, so it was a BIG event. I mean like hundreds of people. Everyone told us not to get married so young (21) and to travel, have fun, and adventure before we were "tied down to each other" but-- we have had SO much fun. We've traveled together, had a blast together, and we go on adventures pretttyyy regularly. So moral of the story: don't let anybody tell you how to live your life. Listen to your heart, work hard, play hard, and you'll be happy.
Chester grew up with dogs and loves them. I did not grow up with dogs and especially did not love dogs. I didn't even like dogs, in fact I was terrified of them. When we were dating I told him that a dog would never, ever be a part of the picture if we were to have a future together, and he accepted that. Somehow after we had been married for 11 months we were going around to dog shelters looking for one to adopt. We couldn't find one that fit all my criteria (good family dog, doesn't shed, doesn't bark, doesn't slobber, doesn't jump on people, doesn't get on furniture or ever go in mud or anything dogly) and so we resorted to looking online. Don't ask me how, but we stumbled on a little black, 3 month old pup named Luna and next thing I knew we were three cities away meeting her.And let me tell you. She was insane. She was jumping on us, nipping at us with these insanely sharp puppy teeth, and I was petrified. And yet, she was freaking adorable and I felt this little thing in my heart activate (WHAT HEARTS HAVE ROOM FOR DOGS?! I legit didn't think that was possible
btdubs) and now, 7 months later, she is an amazingly well trained puppy that I not only love, but let sleep with us, talk to like I would any human, rely on for cuddles, and I'm actually really grateful that she has got a deep bark because I feel so much more safe in our home with her here.
Life does crazy things. Like meeting your human at 19, changing your view on dogs, or sending you a baby while your husband is taking 15 credits and working full time, you have an amazing job that you love that's helping you save up to get certified as a yoga instructor, ya know things like that. I was a birth control baby though so I feel like I should have expected that last one.
To sum up, life is insane and that's okay. We are making the most of it (between trips to the bathroom of course) and enjoying it while we do!
