I love Instagram. It’s probably my favorite social media app. Facebook can be too whiny or braggy and Twitter can be kind of boring, but Instagram is fun. It’s probably the voyeur in me, but I just love looking at other people’s personal snap shots.
My biggest IG pet peeve (and I’ve done it myself) is the no-caption picture. Or the emoji caption. Only because I’m so nosy and want to know the story. That’s why I love “behind the ‘gram” type posts. So, if you’re nosy and voyeuristic like me, enjoy…
As a recovering orthorexic and body hater, you’d think I’d totally fear the physical changes that come along with pregnancy. Truth is, I’ve always thought that pregnant women are the most gorgeous people! Not that I feel like the most gorgeous thing, but I’ve been so ready to actually look pregnant. So when I woke up on Saturday and there was that little bump, I was overjoyed.
I’ll be honest with you – right now, I hate the smell of Penny. My beloved fur baby is the foulest stench I’ve ever encountered, and it permeates my entire home! If I were you, I’d invest in Bath & Body Works, because I’m keeping them in business with the amount of wallflowers that I buy on a regular basis. Cory thinks our home smells like a wonderful apple orchard, but all I can smell is that damn dog. Hence, why she’s no longer allowed on (the majority of) our furniture. Still, when I’m not looking, she sneak up on even the most uncomfortable pieces of furniture. Also, this is more evidence of her not knowing her own size.
I didn’t do a birthday recap because, after 21, who really cares? While my birthday is very exciting for me, it’s just October 5th for you. Basically, Cory and I went out to a nice dinner. As I was ugly-crying over the cocktail menu, the waitress offered to bring me a mocktail. Good, fine, whatever. I appreciated the strawberry kid drink of a gesture.
Someone told me before I got pregnant “Oh, when you’re pregnant, you don’t even want to drink!” This now sends me into PTSD-like flashbacks of me believing my uncle Danny when he told me right before my First Communion that the Host tastes like pepperoni pizza. Lies and disappointment, my friends. Lies and disappointment.
At the end of August, I was depressingly ill from all the “morning” sickness. I say “depressingly” because it was absolutely starting to affect my mental health. If you’ve ever thrown up all day, every day for two months, you know how thin it wears you. Cory is a saint, hands down, for dealing with me, but it got to a point when all I wanted was my mom. (He totally gives me shit for that, but I really don’t care.) I was so thankful that my mom made the trip down for the day to be with me. While she looks nice and cute and smiley, I was on the other side of the camera pale, puffy-eyed, and looking like death.
So there you have it! Some stories behind the ‘gram. Now, go have a great day and be a good person who captions all of their Instagram photos 😉