what it looks like

this is what it looks like when you are in business mode, on the phone with your husband, and the window of the apartment you are looking at has garbage bags for window coverings.

this is what it looks like when you have looked at crazy small apartments that cost stupidly crazy amounts of money all day long, just before you sit on a dusty floor with your mom and have a real good cry.

this is what it looks like when you are in a kitchen in the village that happens to have a shower in it. 

this is what it looks like when you are traversing down many escalators to the A train.

this is what it looks like when your potential apartment has the view of what appears to be Azkaban.

this is what it looks like when you are a perfectly green bathroom, in an impossibly cute (and impossibly tiny) uws apartment, right smack on the entrance to Central Park, and you think, hallelujah!

Eighteen Hours

In 18 hours, I'll be riiiiight there.

I am going to miss my boys terribly while I'm without them this week.

This weekend is possibly going to kick my trash.

See you tomorrow, New York!

SEVEN

 don't even ask how many mini kit kats I ate today.

How You Know You're Seven Months Pregnant

All I can think about is what it must have felt like to look like this.

(It felt terribly lonely in my uterus parts, actually.)

(I wouldn't trade it for the world.)

Little Love Letters

We are staying at my in-laws house in Utah for a few weeks.

The other night I was eating a string cheese in the kitchen when B came in from the bedroom with a stack of papers in his fist. Six little love letters, addressed to The Holbsboyfriend, written by me.

They're really bad.

Letter #1
(Written the day after my poor Holbsvirgo suffered a bout of salmonella poisoning - not pretty.)
(Also, it should be noted that my mother was onto something. My husband is a total puker.)

Holbsy!

I thought I had your sunglasses, but I was wrong.

We haven't left yet, surprise surprise. My mom has to clean the whole house top to bottom before going on a road trip, even if it's not her own house. We had a sheet fiasco. Mom had Alex strip the sheets and Alex took all the comforters off and tried to stuff them in the washer. It was quite the ordeal. Needless to say, we all now know the proper way to strip a bed.

My mom asked me a whole ton of questions about you and why you got sick last night, and then she said, "You don't want someone who's sick all the time, that's just weird." My mom is funny. I had to explain that you aren't sick all the time, and that it's a Virgo trait to have a picky stomach. After that she was fine.

Did you know I love you?

Love, Natalie

Terribly unromantic. "I thought I had your sunglasses?" Nice opener!

Letter #2

Dear Holbsy,

I love you very much. I'm sorry I'm not so mushy and lovey dovey all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't love you - I just love you in a different way is all! 

I'm excited to be engaged to you. I know you'll pick me a ring that is more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine. What matters most is that it's from you, and that it's a symbol of some kind of commitment crap.

I'm going to be wonderful to you. You support me in my crazy dreams, and I'll support you in yours, too.

Love, Nat

(This one takes the cake.)

So, maybe I could work on my little love letter skills.