Lately

I used to think I was really funny.. then I married my husband. Honestly I come close to peeing my pants every day, that's how much he cracks me up.

I used to think I wanted to write a book... then I tried and decided that I would either a) copy someone's story, just a little different, or b) I couldn't think of an interesting enough plot that wouldn't be too mushy, or too sad.

I used to want to be a nurse... then I wanted to be a dental hygienist... now I am hoping it works out.

I used to think being pregnant wouldn't be that different... Then I got pregnant and I can't believe how much people stare at my tummy. I still haven't decided if comments, or looks are worse.

I used to want to be a volleyball coach... I still do! (yay)

I used to think that when Miss Cunningham told us to read classic books she was silly... Then I started reading them recently and now I want to go and recite something from Shakespeare to her grave sight to show thanks.

I used to think that I would be a valley girl... Now the mountains are calling my name more then ever.

I used to like driving. .. then I got married and I hardly have to drive anywhere... and I feel like an old lady practically scared to drive. (shame)

I used to know my age with out thinking twice... Now I can't remember until I think of the year. I thought this happened when you got much older.

I used to hope facebook would never charge... Now I want them to so I will quit using them.. (I obviously lack self control)

I used to look forward to summer more then anything... Then I got pregnant and I can't wait to be cold again.

I used to blog every day... Then I quit having exciting/funny/cool/interesting/intelligent/awesome things happen to me.

Today is October 4th. Today is the start of the 3rd trimester. Today is a good day.