He's not crazy!

I love everything about my husband. He's unique, makes me laugh, loves me to no end and has cute little quirks. When we first moved out together we had a few things to learn about each others "quirks". One night, I had gotten out of bed for a glass of water. I brought the water back to my night table and sat down to take a sip. All of a sudden he jumps out of bed, turns to me and says "Really!?"
Okay... what just happened? He was asleep a second ago. I didn't know what he was so upset about! Maybe he'd had a bad dream. "What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Do you really have to swallow like that?!"
I was baffled! I truly did not understand his obvious revulsion. All I did was drink my water! Well, that was my first encounter with Marc's irritation of sounds like gulping, chewing and other normal mouth noises that for some reason had only come to light at that moment. Now, I understand that there are some people that are really disgusting when they eat or drink. Just chomping and slurping and smacking. . . but me? I never thought I was one of those people.

Turns out, I'm really not. Marc just has this little crazy tick that sets him off and I just have to deal with it. It just irritates him to no end. I always told him "Oh, just get over it! I'm not even that loud!" Then yesterday, I came across this article about something called Misphonia (see article here). The article discusses how sufferers have extreme reactions to the sounds of people eating! I was beside myself! No Way! I guess he's not crazy after all! If you read the article, some of these people are quite a bit... shall we say... "quirky-er" than Marc in that they've lost friendships or started fights over it! Thankfully, Marc works on trying to ignore me or others in his immediate circle or otherwise get away from the annoyance if it's within his power. Luckily he has never come to blows over this irritation.

Just an interesting little food for thought today. Yes, I know, in our world there's always a "condition" for everything, but sometimes, it might just help put your fears to rest that you're not crazy (even if you are a little). However, if you are that random person in a line at the bank or in a public place that chews loudly, smacks your lips and slurps and gulps with reckless abandon, think kindly on your neighbor who may be misphonic and maybe eat in a bit more reserved manner. You might just make someones day a little less irritating!

Another newbie

Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the Laboring Labor day Weekend! This weekend, we would like to welcome to the world.... weighing in at 7 lbs 12 oz, measuring 20.5 inches in length.... Colton Jonathan!

Yep, our new nephew was born this past Saturday to his happy parents and ecstatic big sister. He's such a cutie! Marc was so excited. It's a prelude to what's to come for us in about three months!

Here he is!

Proud big sister.

Uncle Marc

Welcome, Baby Colton, to this crazy place we call earth!

Less squeezable!

For those of you who don't know me, in my non-pregnant state I'm. . . Well, skinny! I'm used to being able to squeeze my way past closely parked cars, or into the elevator just as the doors are closing. . . You know, that kind of thing. When I was in elementary school, our gym was used for big non-sporting events with food and tables and chairs. When not in use, those tables and chairs would be folded up and stuck into the recessed area at the end of the gym. When us kids would play basketball or something during our P.E. class, if a ball got stuck behind the tables and chairs, I could easily worm my way through to retrieve said ball.

In another example, a few years ago when Marc and I went caving in Glenwood Caverns but before anyone was allowed in, they had to make sure you could fit through a mock up of the smallest area that we would encounter in the cave. It was almost like threading a needle for me! Well, today was the first time I tried to let someone squeeze by me as I held the door open and my preggo tummy got in the way! Now just to clarify. . . My tummy is not that big yet. I attribute this "grazing of he tummy" incident to the fact that this delivery person wasn't a very efficient cart driver (she was delivering groceries to out office). The door to the office barely opened and I hear clunk! Clunk! the door shuts slightly and another attempt is made. I hop out of my chair to help and as I push open the door she hits the wall with the back of the cart. Then I try to remain flat against the door so she can get through and thats when she grazed my tummy. See! Obviously her driving skills need improvement! Well, either way, she had to back out of the door so I could move fully out the door to hold it open for her instead of my usual squeeze up flat with the door to get by. That was as "flat" as I could go! *sigh*

Well I guess for now, I'm not as squeezable as I'm used to being!