And Rob in Nevada sent me a photo of his framed mini posters:

One of the best things there: a cafe full of cheap food! (and cool light fixtures)

I also really really want to get a couple of these bookcases soon. I had been looking at the Billy Bookcases for a long time, but I actually like that these aren’t as tall and they have a cute little drawer on the bottom

But, since that’s not in the budget right now, we stuck to just a few kitchen items (my favorite section in the entire store).

I’ve been missing when my studio space looked like this and there was room to work.

He is thoughtful and likes to surprise me. Last week he showed up at the door after work with several bags in hand. He had just done all the grocery shopping for me (definitely not one of his favorite things to do) and bought me all the little things he knows I like. He also regularly has surprises waiting for me at home, like: washed dishes, cleaned laundry, or the sandwich and fruit popsicles I mentioned craving the day before,

Yesterday, after mowing nine yards in 105F+ heat, he took me to the store so I could look at maternity clothes, bought me two shirts, then led me over to the baby clothes to look at teeny tiny outfits together (We also decided to have an impromptu date night at a new restaurant in the neighborhood, then went to the theater to see Inception with some free movie tickets. It’s as good as everyone says – go see it).

He regularly pretends his wedding band is “The One Ring to Rule Them All”

For the past three months I’ve been sleeping on the futon in the living room. Not that I don’t want to be snuggled with Matthew all night, but I’ve become such a light sleeper that any time he turned over I would wake up. At first he stayed in the bedroom by himself, but now he’s moved into the living room to be with me. Not on the futon though, no. He lets me have that all to myself while he takes the pillows off of the little love seat, arranges them on the floor with blankets, and sleeps at the foot of the futon next to me every night (and it always remind me of Micheal Scott sleeping on the tiny bench – except I don’t make him do this!)

Last night he had trouble sleeping. After awhile he decided to sit on the porch balcony and I looked up to see him waging some sort of battle out there against a giant cockroach with a spray bottle full of vinegar. The poor guy then fell over a small aluminum table and manged to scrape and bruise both knees, an elbow, his wrist, and both hands. He has since been wallowing in his little injuries and declared them his “war wounds”.

Every time he tries to stand up from his little makeshift bed on the floor he moans and groans and scoots slowly across the floor because he can’t use his hands or knees to help himself up.

Him: “It’s a good thing I’m a tough little soldier.”

Me: “Aw, Baby, you make me laugh”

Him:“Oh, good. I’m glad you laugh after I’m injured in battle”

And that’s just a little glimpse into why I love this guy so darn much.

They wanted me to start taking an antibiotic called Macrodantin to clear it up. I hung up the phone and freaked out.

I don’t take drugs. I hate even taking Tylenol. I treat everything I can with simple homeopathic remedies and herbs. I started reading about Macrodantin and it’s side effects and freaked out even more. Severe headaches, abdominal pain, persistent cough, wheezing, and quite a few cases of anaphylaxis that nearly resulted in death.

I have always been extremely sensitive to medications I’ve tried in the past, and three years ago I cleared up a UTI with just cranberry juice and parsley tea, so I called TBP back, told them I was really uncomfortable with taking the prescription and asked if I could just treat it naturally.

I guess I’m used to typical doctors pushing drugs and I was afraid it would be “You HAVE to take this drug or ELSE”, but they were totally fine and immediately agreeable with that and said they would just check to see if it was cleared up at my next appointment.

SIGH. Huge relief.

I’ve been reading that if a UTI spreads to the kidneys it can actually cause premature labor so I definitely need to start taking my cranberry supplements/juice immediately, but I’m so so thankful TBP is sp open to natural treatments. I mean, a huge reason I chose them is because it’s an all natural birth with no meds.

It still amazes me that so many people scoff at natural organic elements – that CURE – and think it’s totally normal to ingest a man made chemical that usually causes even more problems than it treats/masks.

Don’t get me wrong, I think meds have their place for emergency situations, but not this long term prescription living that most of society accepts.

Enough ranting.

I dreamt last night about french fries and hot dogs and I’ve been craving Hot Dog Heaven ALL DAY. Ugh. Why can’t I only crave salads and beans?