I’m sure you’ve come across many “Hey, It’s OK…” type write- ups in magazines.  Actually I think most Glamour type magazines have them.  I personally haven’t read many other magazine besides those related to Fitness- Fitness Rx For Women, Muscle and Fitness Hers, Oxygen and Women’s Health and of course those pertaining to Pregnancy- Conceive and Fit Pregnancy in a while (all of which are phenomenal, personally faved in the above order).  But you get the gist here.  I digress, I thought it would be fun to do my very own “Hey, it’s OK…”  So here it goes.

Hey, it’s OK…

…to feel compelled to watch A Baby Story on TLC

…and then cry your eyes out every single time you do

…to think you’re too nice sometimes

…to feel compelled to leave a great tip even when the service was less than mediocre

…to wish you could afford to bring your dogs to the groomer every week when you clean your house (OCD= clean house, clean dogs, Happy me!)

…to eat the same boring things day after day if it’s the easiest way to lose/maintain the weight

…to send calls to voicemail.  It’s not always the most opportune time to take a call from your mother-in-law people, that’s why there is voice mail.

…to flip through a magazine and only read those articles that have lots of bullet points and interesting pictures

…to be excited to go see the fertility specialist b/c you know they will perform your 2,874th trans-vaginal u/s and you secretly believe they will tell you you’re pregnant (I never said I was sane, did I?)

…to sit at Starbucks for an hour and communicate less than 30 words with your husband (it’s very possible to enjoy each other even in silence )

…to actually enjoy drip coffee from Starbucks instead of the Grande 8- pump nonfat sugar- free vanilla latte with whip (how is it that you figure out your pump number anyway?)

I know there are many many more, so I will add them later.  Right now my dinner is done and my husband should be walking through the door any minute now.  Besides the fact that since I’ve been sick I can only stare at the computer screen so long before I feel like my eyes are protruding 5 inches out of my sockets.  Not pretty. 
Later!