other doctor news.

so i've been totally swamped this week because i'm doing the work of two weeks. next week i'll be gone at vertical summer camp with our youth group in lone star, texas. betcha didn't know there was such a place as lone star, did ya? well there is, and i'm going. and right now, i'm paying for it. written six stories today. got two more to do tomorrow. torture. torture, i tell you.

and so i'm taking a break. to blog. to you. my lovely blog readers.
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more on the heartbeat:

you read about the experience of hearing the baby's heartbeat. it's 138 bpm. according to old wives tale No. 453,567 - a slow (normal is 120 to 180) heartbeat means a boy. a fast heartbeat means a girl. so, my little guy is on the slow end. if we believe the wives tale, i'm having a boy. also according to the chinese birth calendar, i'm having a boy. my friend amy is definitely on the bandwagon with the tale. her first baby was a girl and at this point in the pregnancy her heartbeat was 170. she's pregnant right now too (about a week further along than me) and heard her second baby's heartbeat last friday and it, too, was 170 bpms. she thinks it's another little girl. we only have to wait until november (...) to find out.
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dispelling the myth of the raspberry and other fruit comparisons

whatever i was reading that was telling me the baby was the size of a raspberry at six weeks was lying. at the appointment yesterday (i was exactly seven weeks), the sonogram lady told me the baby is 1 cm. i don't know about you, but my favorite kind of raspberries, the plump, juicy kind, are not just 1 cm. that's more like the size of a grain of rice. sheesh.
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general health

the doctor said everything about me and the baby is perfect. well, healthwise, i mean. it's easy to just coast when nothing bad happens, but i'm reminding myself to be thankful because so many people deal with such scary complications during pregnancy. we pray it continues. the doc told me i should exercise, keeping my heart rate at 140 or below. and they gave me a duffle bag (literally) of prenatal vitamins to try. i took some today, and they aren't making me sick. ya!
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the name game

so mom and i were packing (which is a tragedy, by the way) at the apartment the night before i went to the doctor, and we thought of a couple more cute names.

sadie sue
d'lanie (don't know her middle name)

and delana contributed these: elizabeth, but call her ellie (cute!) and sena and levi - both family names.

is it funny to anyone else that i'm thinking of so many girl names? girls are just so much easier than boys. more clothes. more names. more nursery choices. but, as landon would say, mo' problems.
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i have sonogram pictures, but i haven't found anyone to scan them for me. you can't even tell it's a baby, but i know it is. i'll post them soon. promise.

now THIS is what i call a haircut. or "le chop" if you're natalie.

no, i'm not pissed. i just think i look goofy when i smile in pictures unless it's a natural smile. so i look pissed. the lesser of two evils.

listen to the heartbeat, i dare you.

your lying on your back in a dark room with your skirt pulled up and a doctor with a camera inside you, yes, inside you. it's cold and fairly large, and you're looking at a screen of black fuzz with an ocassional white splotch.

sounds thrilling, right? right.

then the doctor begins to point things out. "this is your baby. this is your uterus. this is the sack that's feeding your baby right now until the placenta develops. and see that little fluttering? that's your baby's heart beating."

your breath is lost when you see the heartbeat. but then she turns up the volume.

thump. thump. thump. it's clear, strong and loud.

you thought you'd learned the definition of love when you met your husband, but hearing the heartbeat of something living, growing inside of you introduces you to a love that you were unable to fathom.

you cry. you can't help it.

you would already die to protect the centimeter-sized child living inside of you.

any woman who gets pregnant and isn't happy about it should reserve judgement until she hears the relentless, determined pounding of her baby's heartbeat at just seven weeks in the womb. it is the definition of a miracle.

sunny day.

it's lovely outside. it's not too hot and not too muggy. i walked outside this morning and said outloud to myself, "mmmm... it feels good out here." and it has stayed. i snuck away for lunch at einstein's. i sat on the patio. read the paper. ate a veggie sandwich and really yummy fruit. it was nice. i like today. weather-wise at least.

something's happening in there!

i'm quickly becoming familiar with all the nuances of the first trimester of pregnancy, whether i like it or not. a constant tummy ache, dull, constant cramps and desperate fatigue just to name a few. and most of the time it seems all for naught because no one knows your pregnant unless you tell them. you don't look pregnant.

or do you?

last night landon came home from a three-day stint in odessa/san angelo, and i was so happy to see him. he was hugging me and rubbing my tummy for me because it hurt, as usual. as he was rubbing, he started kind of pushing on it. he said, "it's getting harder!" i, of course, investigated.

he's right! my tummy is getting harder! because my uterus is expanding (the cramps), not because the baby is touchable from the outside. remember, he/she is just the size of a raspberry this week.

and then i stood in front of the mirror and tried to suck my tummy all the way in. before i was pregnant i could suck my stomach into a concave shape, even though i did have a bit of a belly in the relaxed position. well, when i tried yesterday, i couldn't suck it all the way in! i pulled in as hard and as far as i could, and i still have a little round pooch.

landon, tactful as he is, said, "is that because you're getting fatter or just because you're showing?"

umm... hello? someone needs to get him a book about what and what not to ever say to your pregnant wife. lucky for him i wasn't having a hormonal breakdown at that moment.

who ever thought a growing belly could so wonderous?

babybeddingtown.com rocks.

i just looked at 300-plus bedding sets on one site. here are some of my favs gathered from a variety of places. tell me what you think. i kinda dig that orange. orange and brown and other bolds? i'd probably do something bolder than this orange set here.. i think i'm definitely going to make my own. then it'll be perfect. thanks to nat for a couple of these. need your opinion, dad. since you don't think black is good for a baby... also in the orange, look! a moses basket! he he.

i want this...

...for the sonogram picture of my baby i'll get in just six days.

o li vee ahhhhh

mom and i had a genius breakthrough last night. we were discussing nursery ideas, and thought we could buy fabric and make the bedding pieces. you know, design the thing ourselves to be exactly how we want it. my mom and especially my grandmother are gifted seamstresses so we could definitely get that done. so we were searching online for fabric and found tons of super cool things. i was/am leaning toward something modern, bright and funky. i want there to be a lot of textures. some cotton fabric, but then some super soft velvety fabric and maybe some with a raised pattern or something. i don't know. all i know is out of the 5,000 nursery themes i've seen, i've thought many were cute, but nothing has been perfect yet. i know i have awhile, but we've got to get moving at least on the idea. especially if we're gonna make the stuff, for heaven's sake. and i think it takes awhile for a nursery to come together. and i'm not gonna wanna be doing painting when i'm 8.5 months pregnant and miserable.

so we're searching fabric, and we come across the quilt squares you see here.

OLIVIA THE PIG!!! i love children's books and olivia is by far my favorite. she's a very matter-of-fact little pig who has all kinds of adventures and is known for her indecisiveness when it comes to attire. you should definitely run to your nearest library and check out some of her books. she's precious. it also helps that i want to name a baby girl olivia - i have since i was in 10th grade.

the room would be red, black and white. i love this black crib, but up until now, hadn't seen anything that would go so well with black. the lamp is just something i found when googling olivia. i think red, black and white would be good because they'd be easy colors to pick up cheap pieces from ikea to match the nursery instead of buying dressers from the baby store for $500. the unfinished dresser you see here is $39.99 from ikea. i could paint it black and maybe put some cute knobs on it to dress it up. there are also black bookshelves and desks and all that... easy to match.

landon is a gifted artist, and i think i would love to put this a perfect picture of olivia on a transparency and have him trace and paint it on the wall. i love her bows! we'd probably put her on the wall above the crib, paint two other walls solid and do the fourth in some funky pattern of strips or dots or something.

what do you think? i think it's wonderful.

the big question though: can we only do olivia for a girl? mom says it works for either or. i'm not convinced. of course, it's a given if it's a girl, and we decide to name her olivia.

i think i'm gonna buy these quilt squares regardless and get some other fun red, white and black solid fabrics and have my gramma make the baby a quilt. can't you just see it???

oh, i'm in love.

always be my babies.

we lost. for a lot of reasons we lost. dwane wade is good. that's one big reason. my heart hurts, literally. crying over basketball seems ludicrous but it is my reaction. i can't help it.

you made it far, my mavericks. we still believe in you. and we'll be right here rooting as soon as next season starts. you'll have your day. and it'll be even sweeter because of the pain you're feeling now.

hold your heads high. you deserve it. i love you. and i'll miss you.

twenty five years ago today, they couldn't fathom the heartache.

today, june 20, marks the 25th anniversary of my mom and dad's marriage. officially they are still married, but, if you've been following, you know that only the legal title remains.

i struggled with whether i would blog about this. i thought maybe i'd let the day pass without dwelling too much, mostly for my mom's sake. and then i thought it might be theraputic to address it. it's evident which one i chose.

it is still difficult for me to understand why the best option would ever be to throw away 25 years of memories and love. God can always reconcile people and heal hurts and difficulties they may think are incurable. faith and love and testimonies are built that way.

but for some reason, this is the way my parents ended up. divorced. or they will be soon enough.

all i can hope and believe for is that God is conducting a great orchestra of blessings to be poured out over those who are in the most pain on this day. right now we are walking through the valley of the shadow of death, but the mountain top of redemption and love and glory is just up this last incline.

don't give up. the good times are coming.

from raisin to raspberry.

i've discovered that my baby has grown from the size of a raisin to now the size of a raspberry! this is important because we've been calling the baby "my raisin" and now we have to change it to "my raspberry."

for such a tiny little thing, she sure is causing me a lot of trouble. little stinker.

four times and counting...because i believe!

the mavs are holding a ticket giveaway for game 7 of the nba finals. between 10 a.m. and 10 p.m. today, fans who live within a 75 mile radius from the aac can register to win one pair of 500 pairs of upper deck tickets for the championship game on thursday in dallas. i've already registered four times. it's hard, man. the server is beside itself with hits.

the catch: tonight the mavs have to force the game 7. they HAVE to win. i can't even concentrate on work today because of this elimination game in less than eight hours. we've worked too hard to lose the trophy to stinkin' miami.

the mavs will win tonight. and i will win tickets to the championship-deciding game on thurday.

go mavs!

japanese weekend.

these are the two shirts i got. the black shirt and the tube top are shirts i liked, but didn't buy. however, when i spent the money i did for the other stuff, i got a 20 percent off coupon so i'm thinking i may go back and get those as well. the tube top is nursing as well and would look SO cute under a jean jacket with jeans and heels for a date night. imagine it, pregnant in a tube top on date night! love it. tell me what you think.

sweet love, even from strangers and maternity for pennies.

i know i said this a couple days ago in a post, but the amount of support and excitement from people about this pregnancy has just been enormous. here's one of the best examples from someone i've only ever seen once (at nat's wedding) and never actually met in person:

"Congratulations! I only know you through Natalie and cyber-space, and our brief connection with the Dove commercial... but CONGRATULATIONS! It's funny how I don't know you personally, but I am over the moon excited for you! LOL, the Internet makes this such a small world... so just wanted to let you know that prayers for your little miracle are coming all the way from Tennessee! ~ Caroline"

caroline is a fellow blogger and, at any moment, is about to celebrate her one-year anniversary with her husband rusty. wasn't that so kind of her to post? i think so. and it's been that way with everyone. nothing but offers to help and huge, sweet smiles of excitement. makes it hard not to be excited myself.

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my mom and i went to look at cribs yesterday at baby depot inside burlington coat factory. there wasn't much there that i wanted - it was a little messy and most everything was still on the too-frilly-and-traditional-baby side for me. landon and i are minimalists (as far as decor goes) and we're thinking we want something simple and tastefully modern. no classic pooh. no baby pink or baby blue. something....else. we'll find it.

even though nothing knocked me over in the nursery decorating department, mom and i did go to willow bend mall and the japanese weekend maternity store. it was so fun! you can try on maternity clothes - i have a tiny belly that i'm convinced is a little bit bigger than it was before, even if only by centimeters - no matter what size you are at this place. and they're supposed to last you from two months to nine months. their stuff is extremely comfortable and very, very cute. and like i said, the rumor is i can wear it from now until baby is ready to face the world. i got some super awesome jeans with adoreable details on the back pockets. they just have an elastic band around the top to expand when i need. oh, fyi, all the jw maternity pants are meant to fit under your belly, not like old school all-the-way-up-to-under-your-boobs. i also got a little black dress that wraps and ties and you just tie it looser as your belly grows. i'm sure i'll be wearing that for everything i need to dres up for during my pregnancy. and two shirts: a three-quarter-length sleeved one that has this faux wrap thing that is great. and an empire waist one with pink, sheer cap sleeves and tons of colors in this great design. their clothes are normally $60 to $150, but all of this was on triple markdown and then 15 percent off that. i got it all for about $150. good stuff. i've also bought three sweaters, one maternity, two more that are just larges, and a super cute hooded grey and white striped shirt (also maternity) from old navy, and i think the most expensive one of those was $6.49. seriously, sweaters for $3 and $4. LOVE old navy.

anyway.. enough rambling about clothes. i will looks for some pictures to post if i can find them of the jw stuff. it's so cute!

any takers...?

is there anyone out there in cyberspace who would be willing to throw into a pot to bribe the refs for games 6 and 7 in dallas?

oh, i'm not talking about paying them to call it in our favor. i just want to convince them to call if fair, for heaven's sake.

the dejected, forlorn-looking man in this picture absolutely, without a doubt, did not foul dwane wade at the end of overtime with 9.1 second left with the mavs up by 1. he just didn't. there isn't an argument. no need for a slow motion replay. HE DID NOT FOUL.

and on the other end, i'm all for letting the championship series just go and not calling little tiny stuff. but if you're gonna call us for every little tiny thing, you better call the heat for something. anything. lord have mercy.

dwane wade was 21 for 25 free throws tonight. an nba record number of free throws in the playoffs. and we were getting hacked left and right with no relief in sight.

i'll make my plea again: anyone got some spare change we can use to help out our poor mavericks? because they certainly have the league working against them.

i’m gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop, baby, scream and shout/i wanna sing it on the radio, show it on a video, baby, leave no doubt

i'm going to rascal flatts tomorrow!

i just found out...my dad knows someone who had two tickets. he called me this morning to find out if i want them.

hello! i've been wanting tickets to that since i found out about it. in frisco. tomorrow. me, landon and rascal flatts.

oh yes... deadline day has officially been redeemed.

you should be in the t-shirt business!

a friend of mine at work is a great graphic designer. his wife is pregnant also, and he sent me these two .jpgs - he thinks he's gonna make a t-shirt and wear it. i told him he has to make one for landon too.

too cute!

UPDATE!! someone told jay that this adoreable design needs two g's, which is a thought i had myself since it's a twist on "leggo my eggo," and that definitely has two g's. but i don't think "prego" needs two g's so... i like it this way. he made a new design so i could repost - always concerned with accuracy, you know - but i'm not posting them because this way is better.

remember that thing about the tools?

yeah, the thing about God never calling you to a mission for which you already possess the tools, but instead He gives them to you as you need them? well... turns out, i was right.

the tools have already started showing up.

they are coming in the form of friends. molly, natalie, jeanette, cherie, amy, mickey and jay just to name a few. oh and without a doubt my incredible husband who has already looked at nurseries with me without complaint. what beautiful tools i have been given.

these people are even now pouring out support and encouragement on me, and there's not even a hint of a belly on me yet. well, not a baby belly at least. the one i have was mine already.

feelings of being surrounded by people who would go anywhere and do anything (i've had an inordinate amount of offers for company to get ice cream and/or chocolate whenever the need arises) to help me all but erases any feelings of darkness or isolation i might feel through this whole thing. it's impossible to feel alone when friends, the ones who really count, rally to make you feel that during this adventure there will most certainly be unknown stretches, but the wonder, excitement and blessing of it all should be the real focus. and all those great things are made even better with friends like these to share it with.

they make me feel capable. like this is something i definitely can do. and i'll chose to believe them.

hey God, thanks for the tools. they're just right.

oh, the hormones.

earlier today i was writing my first blog about this new baby, and i was talking to a friend on an instant message and just crying and crying. all i could think was, "i can't take care of a baby. i'm too young to have a baby. will my relationship with landon suffer? we've only had eight short months together alone. i want to do fun, young people things still. now i'm gonna have a baby! i can't have a sip of tequila for at least 10 months, maybe longer with breast feeding!" i know, that last one was kind of silly.

but i just ate something. and i read a long internet article that discussed each of the new things that happens to baby and mom each week in a 40 week pregnancy. i even read a detailed description of labor and birth!

and now i'm smiling. was it just the veggie sandwich or...? being pregnant is a miracle. i know that. i'm excited about this process.

you people are gonna have to bear with me. i sound like i'm crazy, but i promise, i'm not. before you get too into it, heed the warning. emotions come and go with the seconds. it's incredible and ridiculous at the same time.

won't you come along for the ride...

an addition.

so if you've been keeping up, you'll notice i haven't blogged since last tuesday. the reason for that being wednesday my life changed forever.

on wednesday morning at 9:30 a.m., two little pink lines showed up to announce the most unexpected (and terribly unplanned for) announcement: i'm pregnant.

yep, that's right. prego. me. sarah. 23 years old. married for eight months. and just starting the "we have dreams" timeline.

things are completely thrown off. but i'm elated.

we have no money for a baby. (or a house. or diapers. or food. or a crib.) but i know God will provide!

this is our last nine months together alone. but after this, there'll be an angel among us!

oh, and then there's the fact that at molly's wedding in october i will now be four months pregnant, and we had to emergency-style change the dress size i ordered. i'm praying it will work.

and i'll be pregnant on my first anniversary.

and will it hurt? do i want natural birth? or all the drugs my baby and i can handle? will cleaning up the huge mess my dog made in his crate last night expose me to germs that could hurt the raisin-sized fetus growing inside me right now? can i really last three months of being this tired? check that...can i really last the next 18 years being this tired? will my caffeine withdraw ever go away? will i get enough vitamins? can i afford the right kind of crib? what if i get the wrong one? what if...what if i can't do this?

like i told nat, it's like my thoughts about this whole thing are so jumbled together that i can't even seperate them in order to evaluate them individually.

my friend amy is going to be pregnant with me - her second baby. that's comforting. we were over at her house last night, and she was talking about how she and dave are celebrating their seventh anniversary this july. seventh!

oh, we did this way too early... this isn't how we meant it to happen.

pastor gerald always says, "you may have been a surprise to your parents, but you weren't a surprise to God."

so for now, all i can do is trust God knew this little one was coming, and that along the way, He'll give me what i need to make it through each day. because as far as i can tell, i don't already have it.

but God never called anyone to anything great when they already had the tools. He asked them for their faithfulness, and after they accepted the assignment, He equipped them day-by-day.

i know this baby isn't as monumental as the virgin birth of the Savior, or moses leading the people out of egypt or david defeating goliath. but in each of those cases, God made the miracle.

and He made this one. so He'll see me through it. He has to.

i don't have a doctor's appointment until june 28. by then i'll be eight weeks, and we'll be able to see the baby's heartbeat in our first sonogram. or the babies' heartbeats. the days are crawling until then.

but i know they'll fly by, and baby will be crawling soon enough.

God please grant me what i need, whatever that may be.

in the meantime, be prepared for this blog to be transformed into a running train-of-thought diary from a young mom-to-be who hasn't got a clue what she's doing.

oh, and the nursery up there is the one i want. but i'll never have it. that crib is $700. it is why our "we have dreams" timeline had us saving $9,000 for the baby's nursery and expenses...four years from now. ask me how much we have saved for a baby right now. actually...don't.

"ehhhh. i'm sorry. i need the judge's ruling on this..."

(that's from "when harry met sally," by the way. best movie of all time.)

ok, so i've wanted to get my nose pierced for a long time. i have a cute nose, i think. i think it'd look good. but of course landon doesn't want me to do it. and i like to think it's because he needs a white-bread little youth pastor wifey. (he also has reneged on permission for me to get a tatoo, too. i know it's because he doesn't want a rebel wife in the ministry.) but he insists that isn't it. he said it's because it looks slutty.

i completely disagree. he says when he sees a girl with a stud in her nose, he automatically thinks, "slut."

i think that's terrible, first of all. second of all, i don't think that's what the majority of people think. maybe when you see a tongue ring you think, "slut." but a nose ring? that doesn't even make sense!

here's a picture of "the wreckers." (thanks, nat, for turning me on. i really like "stand still look pretty.") the one who's not michelle branch has her nose pierced. look here.

do you automatically think, "slut?"

i need feedback here, people.

praise you in this storm.

listen to this story...

there once was a girl who fell in love. she met him when she was a sophomore in college. he was unlike any other man she'd ever known. and he loved her too.

she can remember right before christmas of that year. they'd only been together for about three months, but she remembers laying on the floor of her bedroom while he looked at her.

"what do you see in my eyes?" she asked.

"christmases. and babies. and forever," he answered.

she knew. she'd spend the rest of her life with this man.

life was blissful.

but for the next three years, the obstacles they'd face in order to be together were immense. they'd be threatened, begged and ordered not to be together.

the engagement came and her happiness overflowed.

but the monday after, she sat in her dark apartment and talked to her mother on the phone while he sat by, wondering silently, "why..." she sobbed and yelled and utterly exhaused herself, trying to defend what she held most dear.

dad wasn't walking her down the aisle. mom, brother, grandparents weren't coming. parents weren't paying. he was completely banished.

but the sun still shined. blessings abounded. people rallied for them.

but still her heart broke. the irony of a broken heart on the way to her wedding made it hurt even more.

they relied on Him. still wondering, "why? why us..." but trusting.

months flew past. she sat alone in her apartment at night, planning her wedding. she tried on dresses alone. sometimes with friends. but never with her mom.

tears were constant.

the details were solidified. the day drew nearer.

and then miracles.

one night in a quiet, dark library, her dad took her hands. "i want to walk you down the aisle," he said. "i want to be at your wedding."

and mom's coming. and mom's helping with flowers. and grandparents are coming.

and people are celebrating!

the wedding happened like something off a movie set. the director was the Heavenly Father. His lighting was immaculate. He cued the fluttering leaves just as tears streamed down her face and she whispered her vows.

everyone hugged. everyone was there.

everything was as it should've been. finally.

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that story is about me. i was listening to a song this morning called "praise You in this storm." it's about no matter how many tears fall, how bad things are, God is holding you in His arms. His will is being done. and if you will have faith in Him, the peace that passes all understanding will abound in you. and while this story i just told was happening, that peace abounded. i think back now, and it's so funny how the best time of my life and the worst time of my life were happening simultaneously. and i look at how things turned out, and i'm amazed by His grace and His mercy.

our wedding was a miracle. God knew what He was doing. He was taking His time and working things to His glory. both landon and i and my mom and so many other people involved are stronger for it.

it's because we praised Him in the storm. and in the next storm, we'll do it again.

"no matter where i am/every tear i've cried/You hold in Your hand/You never left my side/and though my heart is torn/i will praise You in this storm."

all i could do was laugh and laugh and laugh...

(good photo, eh? isn't it ironic...)

i also wrote a story, but at mini-camp this weekend, this was the most entertaining thing. it was one note from saturday's notes package on dallascowboys.com. no, i do not know who lil' woo-woo is -- apparently, no one does. except newman. i was seriously rolling during the writing and editing of this little number. imagine mickey spagnola saying it over and over and googling it to no avail. also, rob kept asking anyone and everyone, "hey, do you know who lil' woo-woo is?" priceless.

Let Me See Your Grill

Cornerback Terence Newman showed up to mini-camp with more than excitement for a new football season. He's got a full set of shiny, silver braces on his teeth.

As the media surrounded his locker after the morning practice Saturday, Newman started out goofing off about his metal mouth, pretending it was a "grill" - the diamond encrusted gold and platinum caps that rappers Nelly and Paul Wall have made famous in their song, "Grillz."

"You guys see my braces? This is the 2006 grill right here," Newman said, baring his teeth for examination. "Like Paul Wall, homey. I need diamonds. I ain't finished yet. I'm about to be a rapper. That's my second job. Everybody got a grill. Nelly got a grill. Lil' Woo-Woo got a grill. KD (safety Keith Davis) got a grill."

Newman also showed off his new mouth guard that protects his lips from cuts while he's playing. The guard covers his whole mouth, but has holes so he can still breathe through his mouth when he gets tired, he said.

-Sarah P. Henry

a public service announcement to girls who hover.

for the longest time i was totally perplexed as to how splatters of urine actually end up on the toilet seat in women's public bathrooms.

did i miss something, or do girls usually sit down to pee?

i get it on the guys, aim is necessary, but girls? i couldn't.

but then i was informed by someone really smart, probably my mom, that it's because women hold themselves up, hovering above the toilet while relieving themselves, because they don't want to sit on a public potty seat. and thus, the splashing.

i don't get that. i mean, get a toilet seat cover. or line the thing with toilet paper. i'm totally not one of these prissy types. i just sit on the damn thing. get over it. it's your a**. not a big deal. as long as you don't lick it or let anyone else lick it, you'll be fine.

and besides all that, your totally adding to the phobia you have of dirty toilet seats. you're peeing on it, people. come on.

in reality, you're why you're worried about the germs. they're coming from you.

so do a girl a favor, if you're gonna hover, wipe it off. you know who you are.