My Not-So-Great Weekend.

I need this in my life. It's wine ice cream. 5% alcohol.

I'm going to be real honest on my blog. If you don't want to hear all my personal details then just stop reading now. 

This weekend was one of the worsts in my life. 

I'm gonna be real honest with ya'll. I thought I was pregnant. I was showing ALL the signs. Dizziness, exhaustion, nausea, and headaches. I woke up for 3 days with a headache. I got my hopes up. I was excited. I couldn't wait to tell the world. I went to the doctor on Friday and had to get antibiotics. I even told the doctor there could be a chance I was pregnant and she made me pee on a stick. It was negative... But I wasn't letting that get me down. I had all the signs (and shark week wasn't due for another week. So I thought it was too early to test) so I was still convinced. Saturday woke up, shark week was here. Womp Womp. So we went to the gym. I didn't want to, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry and eat donuts. Instead I got my butt on that treadmill and ran. I did HIIT intervals for a 5K all while my left ovary felt like it was going to explode. It was torture. 

After the gym I felt better. I was more at peace. It's only been 4 months of trying (I counted wrong earlier and thought it as 5.) It's not the end of the world. We have an amazing daughter and when it's time we will have another baby. 

Let me just say though. The worst thing to say to someone who is trying to get pregnant is "you're worrying too much." Just don't say that. I don't care if it's true... It doesn't make me feel better. It doesn't help at all and just makes me more frustrated and worried. 

I was going to call my doctor today but I just don't know. I'm not against the doctor at all, I just don't think its necessary yet. 

Saturday night we had some friends over and I drank red wine. It was glorious. I haven't been drinking much lately because I didn't want to mess anything up with the "baby" if I was pregnant. But it was obvious on Saturday that I wasn't so I indulged. 

Sunday woke up like any other Sunday. We ate breakfast and got ready for church. After church we came home and ate lunch and then it's nap time for Hazel. I brought her upstairs and laid her down. On my way back down I grabbed my nail stuff and a blanket because I was going to give myself a manicure and possibly nap. I also had on those fuzzy socks that moisturize your feet. On my carpet stairs. You get it, I busted my butt. Well, actually my back.

Or steps

 I only fell down like 6 stairs but on the way down I did something to my back. I spent all afternoon laid up in bed and this morning I feel like I got hit by a truck. My whole back is sore. I think I pulled a muscle. 

So this week is going to be a challenge for me. I have been exercising 6 days a week. Now I can't even get up to go to the bathroom without gritting my teeth. My eating has got to be on point this week and that is where I struggle. This will be a big test for me. I am forced to sit on my butt all day so my eating needs to be as perfect as possible so I don't gain any weight this week.

This is what I'm going to look like by the end of this week.

Shark week + hurt back = week of torture. 

I LOVE exercise. It makes me happy. Usually when I go one day I get grumpy and snappy. I need exercise to be a good mom and a good wife. This week will be a challenge in that area too because I won't have my endorphin's covering up my bad mood. 

Change that to this week. 

This has nothing to do with this post but it made me LOL