I'm going to attempt to blog for 10 days in a row. This of course means I'll have to dedicate part of my weekend to writing because we know I can't plan ahead. Do you think I can do it? Are you laughing?
I've seen this on a couple different blogs. Seems simple and fun.
Today is ten secrets.
My baby is going to be 3 months old next week and I still have anxiety over who gets to hold her and who gets to watch her.
I'm constantly analyzing who's in my life, how they got there and if I think they should remain. I don't kick people out of my life for good very often but I definitely adjust and minimize those people who bring negativity or drama.
I was a cheerleader for 1 year in high school. It's crazy because it doesn't match my personality at all.
I wish I was more outgoing and less shy like my husband. I won't say I'm socially awkward but some might. Maybe it's a good thing that I'm not so I balance the relationship out. Yes, these go together.
When I was younger I hated my name. What was I thinking?! Rachel - such an awesome name.
I ate an entire pan of funfetti cake in college all by myself. I'm okay with this and I still love this cake and myself all the same.
In the past, I've been envious of others. Since graduating college and more so the last year, I've gained a lot of confidence in myself and am practicing more self-love (not to be confused with self-absorption). I love my friends, family and everything I've been given or worked for in my life. No need to be jealous of anyone here. I realize that jealousy gets you no where and you should love and be yourself always.
After all, God gives you what he thinks you can handle.
I love to pinch other people's pimples. Yep, I said it. You know it's fun, don't judge.
I want time to freeze. Quinn is already growing up so fast and I just want her to stay this cute and fun forever. Next thing I know, she'll be getting on the bus for her first day of kindergarten.
Is this what everyone mom thinks?
We have a video monitor in our bedroom that obviously is on the baby. Every night, I think I hear people in her room. I have a strong fear that she will be taken in the middle of the night through her window. Freaks me out.
I went to Vegas a year and a half ago and hated it. I will never go again, unless I'm forced.
What are your secrets?