I wanted to hurl… I cried instead.

I attended my first Blogging Conference Thingie on Saturday. You may have seen me mention it at some point previously?

Yes, that would be Blissdom 08 – sponsored by Epson and planned/organized/streamlined by One2One Network.

Saturday morning I woke up early so that I could shower (all you ladies who hugged me that day can give me hearty thanks, because I STANK before that shower). The first thing I noticed was that my stomach was sending me a memo. It read:

“Hi! You are pregnant! Welcome to Nausea! Enjoy the inevitable stress of wondering whether you’re going to hurl or not!  Better chomp on those Tums now!  *LAUGH*”

My first response to noting the strong feeling of impending puke was to be absolutely annoyed that it would happen on the day of Blissdom ’08. Right on the heels of that I got as giddy as a pixie on crack, because I was thinking it’s a good sign! Lots of Quease-Inducing-Progesterone = healthy, strong pregnancy!

Yay, bring on the puke! (By the way, have you noticed that my tiny sidebar alien is getting a little cuter? Awww. It made me teary on Sunday when I noticed it.)

ANYWAY… Once I got to the lovely Hotel Preston, I admired the Pink-Crayon-Boob-Art (uh, not the official name of the piece)…

photo courtesy of Secret Agent Mama

…and then I left Braden with some lovely sitters from Mommy Mixer.  Couldn’t have attended without them!  Thank you, wonderful baby watchers!  Then it was off to Blogging Merriment for me.

Seeing so many lovely faces on Saturday and getting to hug the necks of sweet and wonderful women I adore was really fabulous. (And so many more, forgive me if I missed your link!)

I called Heather “Ho” directly upon meeting her, and she called me “Skank.” I think one day we might get married, because it is clear that we are on the same wavelength (and we’re both sluts).

There was a lot of information to take in – great tips and amazing thoughts and questions from everyone.  It was such a wonderful day of sharing with like-minded women.

I think I got through the whole day without shoving my foot in my mouth or saying anything too horrible. No one gave me the finger, so that’s a good sign. (Though Shannan did get rather animated during Q&A and flip both birds at once while telling a story. <3)

I also didn’t say any cusswords while I was on panel (unlike SOME people – and this is why I LOVE some people)… I was very well behaved for Mommy Alli and Auntie Karla.

photo courtesy of Secret Agent Mama

I did kind of start crying while answering a question, so while I did not puke, I did leak from my face a little bit. I also found it impossible to answer a question in one sentence.

Big surprise, right?

Front Row Seat To My Idiocy?

Because if you’re a woman, and you’re just planning on hanging around the house, but would rather do something fun… come to Nashville and watch me make a total ass of myself, while many actually talented and intelligent women talk about blogging and hang-out together!

Are you going to be there, ready to point and laugh, take embarrassing pictures, and tell the world what an idiot I am in real life?

What, you’re not coming? Is it because I smell?

I promise to take a shower that day.

If you’re still not going… tell me why! And tell me what mean things you would say to me if we did get to meet.

“Cock,” Xylophones, and Shower Tacos

Things I learned this week:

1. Sometimes “Mommy” is much more capable of diagnosing and treating her kid than is “Dr.”
2. There are some of you who find it HIGHLY DISGUSTING that I saved Braden’s Baby Jerky. But for some reason, hair seems acceptable to save. ?
3. Young children are capable of breaking the sound barrier with nothing more than their very own lungs and vocal chords.  And it hurts.  Ohh, maaaan, it hurrrrrts.
4. You could win free shoes over here.
5. Sometimes it’s probably just best to keep your mouth shut.  But it’s hard.
6. Braden can finally say, “fan” instead of calling it, “esh-wheat,” which comes out sounding a lot like “oh shit.”
7. But he still says, “cock” when he’s not sure if something is a “car” or a “truck.”
8. I am going to be a panelist at Blissdom ’08!
   
9. My husband is a good xylophone player. (And Braden’s not half bad on drums.)
   
10. My heels won’t stop drying out all disgustingly, and they have forced me to use a “foot rasp” on them.
11. A foot rasp looks like a cheese grater.  Using it on your feet is WEIRD.  I feel like I’m about to garnish some type of weird shower tacos with my feet.
12. Time just keeps moving on.  Often much faster than you’d like.
13. Braden is still amazing.