24 Hours of Hospital Bed Rest

A few of my friends have asked me to write a post detailing the events of my days stuck in the hospital. As it is my last day here, I figured I would oblige. It isn't like a day at the spa, but it really hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. I chalk that up to a positive attitude, good friends and family making the trek down here, and my amazing nurses who I will miss. The nurse practitioner came in this morning to check my reflexes and ask about my pooping schedule, then proceeded to tell me that the nurses are all sad I'm leaving because I've become their favorite patient. That brought a huge smile to my face because they have been so fun and kind and wonderful. Being nice and kind to your nurses pays off. They deal with a lot of cranky, nasty patients. Be nice to your nurses!

If you ever find yourself stuck in the hospital on bed rest, remember to be Tigger not Eeyore. Keep your hours filled and the time will pass much more quickly than you realize.

7:30am Wake-up. I am either awaken by the nurse practitioner coming in to ask me about my bowel movements and push as hard as possible on my giant belly OR I wake up in a panic scrambling to get my pants on before they throw back the covers to reveal my giant granny panties.

8:00am Monitoring. I have come to hate this so much. I also start the morning out with a dose of Procardia to keep my contractions at bay.

- Breakfast somewhere between 8 & 9.

8:30pm Zach from rehab calls me every morning at 8:30 on the dot to ask if I'd like to attend beached whale society pool time. It's always him calling, so I just answer the phone with "Hi Zach!"

Now, here's the thing about pool time. I have made some friends attending pool time who I now check-in with everyday (they all delivered the same week while I sit here with an achy butt, waiting for these boys to stop stretching out my skin) and get to hear all about how their littles are doing in the NICU. Then, there are those who just stare at me when I try and talk to them. I'm pretty sure some of these moms think I'm a nut, but hey! We're stuck here together - we might as well be chummy. Or at least civil.

9:00am I waste away the hour either monitoring if I got a late start or chatting on Facebook or watching The Mindy Project, which is my new favorite show (sorry I didn't listen to you, sister).

10:00am Pool time. Again, this could really go either way. The very first time I went down to the pool, the PT who rolled me there made up this elaborate story about what a treat this is. She said all of the other patients call it "the spa." What Pollyanna didn't realize is that this is clearly a joke. This room was built 20 years ago, the pool is a small square that looks like it hasn't been tended to in a while, and there is no calming spa music - just the very loud hum of the fan in the ceiling that forces you to talk louder so the others can actually hear you.

11:00am Thankfully, I am back in my room. Shower time.

I don't know what it is about these showers, but they are heavenly. All of my overnight guests have said the same thing. When Kylie and I first arrived and checked out the room, we looked like the Beverly Hillbillies walking into the Ritz Carlton. The showers had been upgraded with really nice tile and the towels were rolled (not folded like a commoners towel at the Motel 6) and placed into beautiful, built-in, wood shelving. I mean, it really doesn't taken much to impress us.

So, shower time lasts longer here. And hey! At 33 weeks, I'm still able to shave my legs every single day. I consider this a huge conquest!

12:00pm Procardia again. Depending on the day, guests usually begin to arrive at this time with food. The hospital food isn't terrible, but it isn't great. Thankfully, friends and family are more than willing to bring anything this fatty is craving. Unfortunately, I want salt and then sweet. Luckily, there is a Starbucks two blocks down from the hospital.

I have made friends with some of my nurses and they are now Facebook friends. As I am being discharged today, I will now say that I have been rolled to that Starbucks many times, praying none of the doctors or nurses happen to catch me. In 6 weeks, I was never caught. Others have been caught, but not me. I'm just such a small person that I am able to slip past without anyone knowing (did you catch the sarcasm?).

In the 6 weeks that I have been here, I have had 3 or 4 days without a friend or family member stopping by to keep me company. You guys! That is incredible! THANK YOU so much for helping make this time go by faster. Having company made all the difference in the world.

12:00-? Continues with friends, coffee or maybe a nap for the little one. I usually get to go outside at this time, which has been hit and miss with the weather lately. When it's nice, oh man! It's so lovely to sit outside in the sunshine and breathe fresh air.

3:00pm More monitoring. Kill me.

4:00pm Procardia. More visiting, TV-watching or whatever I can do to fill my late afternoon.

5:00pm If Maddie is here, we usually take her down to the playroom in the Children's Hospital. We attempted a puzzle once while she played. She told us we "weren't very good at puzzles."

6:00pm More visiting, playing or TV-watching.

7:00pm Shift change.

7:30pm Final round of monitoring for the day. Again, kill me.

8:00pm Procardia.

8:30pm Done with montioring. Another short shower to wind down. I'm telling you...there's something about these showers here.

9:00pm Old lady pill time. You wouldn't believe the amount of pills I take every night just for this pregnancy. Josh isn't sure how I can take all of them and not get sick.

9:00-11:30pm TV binge. And texting my cousin, my sister and my sister's high school buddy.

11:30pm Mouth breathing and drooling.

12:00am Awoken out of my mouth-breathing sleep for more Procardia.

4:00am Again, more Procardia.

7:30am Back to the scrambling panic to find pants before the nurse comes in to check my reflexes.

33 weeks | 3rd Trimester

We're headed home tomorrow! The boys are growing and looking good, and all of the contraction medications and the bed rest have helped me get 6 weeks more out of this pregnancy. I am so grateful to the doctors and nurses who took such great care of the 3 of us. Baby A is measuring 3lb 11oz and Baby B is measuring 4lb 4 oz. All good numbers, but I am still trying to pack in the protein to beef this littles up before they try and make their debut.

Once I'm home, I'll have 5 days of STRICT bed rest, and then I am home free. I already have my vanity appointments set for next week, so I can get out of the house and feel like a human being again. 

Thanks once again for the prayers, visits, love notes and encouragement! It's been the least fun season, but it's kept the twins cooking for a good chunk of time.

How far along? 33 weeks
Babies are the size of a? Durian Fruit
Total weight gain? 30 pounds
Maternity clothes? Yoga pants & maternity tanks!
Stretch marks? Still none.
Sleep? The nurses are shocked at how well I sleep considering my girth and the fact that I am in the hospital, but cooking 2 babies really takes it out of you.
Miss Anything? Normal life
Movement? Always.
Food cravings? It's no longer banana nut bread thanks to a saint at church!
Belly Button In or Out? Out.
Rings on or off? It still fits, but it's not comfortable.
Symptoms? My pelvis feels like it's been beaten with a baseball bat.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nah.
Labor Signs? Still having contractions, but considering this gut is measuring full term, that's not terribly surprising.
Happy or Moody most of the time? Pretty happy!
Looking forward to? Going home!

Dealing With The Know-It-Alls

One of my favorite people in the world is my cousin-in-law. I really consider her my twin and one of my closest friends. We truly could have been separated at birth - we are so alike that it's bizarre. We are both currently gestating, and are both currently miserable. The great thing about having a close friend due the day before you are is that you can talk through the highs and lows of being pregnant. Alicia and I have a nightly texting ritual, asking about the day, new aches and pains, as well as sharing pictures of baby clothes and our hideous, flat belly buttons.

Our conversation the other night got my granny panties in a twist. Everyone has their story, and everyone wants to share their story. We all do it; we've all heard the stories. Problem is... no two stories are the same. Is labor and delivery hard? Yes. Is there a part in our delivery stories that we felt like our head was spinning like in the Exorcist? Of course.

Here's the problem in sharing the stories: sometimes we freak new moms out. Sometimes we set them up to fail by being "helpful." Share your story - that's fine, but don't intentionally try to scare the hell out of your friends with your horror story about how awful the epidural was or how the baby will have 3 eyes if you dare choose to take the sweet nectar drugs. Odds are it really wasn't that bad. And really, when you look back, wasn't it just a tiny blip on your radar? You are too busy fielding temper tantrums in Target and wiping butts to dwell on your vaginal vs. C-section delivery.

Everyone thinks that their way is best. There is nothing wrong with confidence in your decisions and being able to defend what you believe in. How do you deal with people who love to force their opinions and decisions on you and your body?

The funny thing about pregnancy is that people seem to think it's a team sport. If I remember correctly, this started with man-to-woman. Definitely wasn't a zone defense type of situation. I don't care if your sister's ex-boyfriend's mother-in-law's aunt had a completely natural birth, and only gained 20 pounds. Congratulations. I also don't need to hear that you prayed for death after the doctor sliced you open with a kitchen knife, and all you did was cry for weeks on end. Not helpful.

Some of these examples are direct quotes they heard while they were pregnant. Some of the quotes came from family members, friends, and the best, perfect strangers. Please share your most offensive comment you received while you were pregnant. I'm sure we can all commiserate together.

Weight gain.
"You look so small. Is that safe for your baby?" "Oh, how much have you gained?" "Is your doctor concerned about how much weight you have gained?" For some odd reason, how much or how little you have gained becomes everyone's business. I'm realizing the irony of that statement as I have been posting my weight gain my entire pregnancy. The only thing you need to worry about when it comes to your weight during pregnancy is what your OBGYN thinks. If he/she thinks you're looking like a Mack truck, then ease up on the Oreos. Otherwise, unless your friends or family have secretly become an OBGYN, their opinions on your blubber are none of their business. And feel free to let people know that it's not their business. OR you could ask them how their doctor feels about their extra tub.

Did you know that there is more than one RIGHT way to deliver your babies? I didn't either because so many people are concerned with letting me know that there is only one way, regardless of the statistics on issues, the long conversations that you have with your OB, or the information all over the place about what is safest for you and your babies. Here's the cool thing about what we know in this day and age: having babies come out of your body, whether through your lady garden or through a very small incision in your lower belly, either way, you are a mom.

If you make the best possible decision for your babies and your body, then that's the best decision for you. The irony of people shoving their opinions down your bloated throat is that they were pissed when they were pregnant and people gave them opinions. It's a trap. Ignore them.

In the beginning, God created man and woman. They sinned and now childbirth is like blowing a watermelon out of your nostril. Therefore, if you have a low pain threshold and you need to get juiced, do it. If you are able to hold out (like my mom), sneeze and suddenly your baby is out, by all means, go for it. I am a huge weenie when it comes to pain. Two hours into labor, I was ready for my epidural, and I'm so glad I did it. I don't have a high pain threshold, I didn't want to scream obscenities the entire night, so I went ahead and did it. And you know what? It was fine. I was fine, Maddie was fine. If you don't believe in the drugs, don't take 'em, but don't do the snotty girl thing and pass judgment with your eyes when I tell you that I was a much more pleasant person after I was floating.

Does this mean you can't share your personal story? Of course not. This is just a reminder that some of us are beached whales pregnant and walking into unknown territory. This is not the time to tell me that having twins is the most miserable thing for the first 6 months and you cried the whole time. Not helpful. Choose your words wisely. Feel free to tell me that it's difficult, but that you get on a schedule and things start to get easier. Don't tell my cousin not to get an epidural because YOU couldn't handle the after effects. Use your filter.

Feel free to share your most obnoxious "helpful" advice you were given while you were pregnant! I need a nice Starbucks after that!


32 weeks | 3rd Trimester

Things are starting to look up! Baby A's cord has moved, my cervix has stayed the same for the entire FIVE weeks that I have been here, and I'm inching closer and closer to being able to head home and deliver with my doctor at my hospital. Funnily enough, I'm a little bummed that I might not deliver here. I adore my nurses and everyone is just really nice to be around. 

My poor body is exhausted and in pain. My back hurts, my pelvis hurts. These boys are getting so heavy to carry around. I joke that my first outing when I get home will be a trip to Target with a Starbucks in hand, but I doubt that I will make it much further than the dollar bins because the waddle is just out of control at this point. 

Thanks for your prayers, gifts, goodies, kind words and support. Y'all have helped me make it 5 weeks confined to a small hospital room. When this is over, we are having a giant PARTY to celebrate! 


How far along? 32 weeks
Babies are the size of ? Squash
Total weight gain? 29 lbs. 
Maternity clothes? Yoga pants & maternity tanks!
Stretch marks? Still none.
Sleep? Sleeping so hard even though my body is really aching. 
Miss Anything? Normal life
Movement? All the time, but they seem to have finally settled. They are both settled in sideways and are facing each other.
Food cravings? Banana Nut Bread...randomly.
Belly Button In or Out? Out.
Rings on or off? It still fits, but it's not comfortable.
Symptoms? My pelvis feels like it's been beaten with a baseball bat.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nah.
Labor Signs? Contractions have started to pick up more, but nothing that stays too consistent.
Happy or Moody most of the time? Pretty happy!
Looking forward to? The end!

31 weeks | 3rd Trimester

I have officially been in the hospital for ONE MONTH! It really doesn't seem that long since I have had so many AMAZING visitors who come bearing lattes, magazines, movies, and dazzling personalities! I am so blessed/stoked/amazed/humbled/loved, and you guys are making me feel that way! 

I started this entry last night & erased most of it because things can change quickly around here. I just got back from my growth scan/cervical length check. Cervix is holding steady at 6mm, but as soon as we looked at my cervix, we noticed an issue. Baby A's cord is hanging down into my cervix. It can right itself, but it's a cause for concern. I'll get an IV soon in case anything should happen. If his water was to break & my cervix is open, his cord could prolapse & that could be fatal. THANKFULLY, none of my doctors want me to go home. Last week, there was talk of letting me go home, & Lord Jesus, thank You, I am so glad that didn't pan out. I'm a button away from calling my nurses if my water breaks, & they can have me in the OR in 10 minutes. 

In addition to the cord issue, Baby A is measuring small. He's in the 21st percentile (2lbs 14oz), which means he only gained 4oz in 2 weeks. He's not in any danger, but again, it's something to watch closely. His brother is measuring right on track at 3lbs 11oz. My nurse popped in after the ultrasound & I told her the news. She promptly told me to fatten up, & eat Cheetos & french fries. Josh is currently out getting Carl's Jr!

All of this to say, please keep us in your prayers. I'm scared, nervous, and thankful that I am in the safest place for myself & my boys. Dr. P kept warning me of how quickly things can change in a twin pregnancy. I rolled my eyes most of the time because I thought he was being a little dramatic, but oh man, he was right. Things change on a dime around here. 

Thank you again for the love & support we've gotten. Pray for our Jax & Jett!

How far along? 31.1 weeks
Babies are the size of ? Pineapples (Baby B is at least)
Total weight gain? 29 lbs. 
Maternity clothes? Yoga pants & maternity tanks!
Stretch marks? Still none.
Sleep? I've done pretty well, but I'm starting to have so many aches & pains that keep me awake. My poor body thinks I should be done, and these twinkies aren't done cooking yet.
Miss Anything? Normal life
Movement? Yes, but it's finally starting to settle down. They are finally growing enough to stop the constant flip flop. 
Food cravings? Still Coke!
Belly Button In or Out? Depends on baby location.
Rings on or off? On.
Symptoms? The pregnant ones.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nah.
Labor Signs? A few things that lead my doctor to believe that the boys might be here sometime next week.
Happy or Moody most of the time? Happy with a chance of weepiness.
Looking forward to? Driving the sexy, new car my hubs bought me!

What I Wore Wednesday

I haven't seen too many bloggers talking about hospital chic wardrobes. What a huge oversight. I mean, they are seriously sitting on a goldmine and have no idea how much they are missing. What woman doesn't feel absolutely beautiful, stunning and sexy at 30+ weeks pregnant with TWINS, all the while getting a sore butt from sitting 98% of everyday for weeks on end? I know I do.

At this point in my pregnancy, my body thinks it is full term because there are two chicklets in there. Those 2 chicklets weigh over 6 pounds combined on top of 2 placentas, 2 bags of water, and double the blood volume. While I'm a huge proponent of waking up, showering, doing your hair and putting your makeup on just to boost your own psyche, that's about as far as it goes for me. I'm certainly not waddling around here in dresses and heels. When you are as large as the broadside of a barn, you are limited in wardrobe choices. With that being said, let's take a peek at my hospital chic look for What I Wore Wednesday.

If you haven't ever worn yoga pants with the flap up around your belly, you are living wrong, son. These seem to be one of the last things that still fit around my gut. The other great feature is the length. These Xhilaration yoga pants are so long that it looks like I have stumps for legs, the bottom of them dragging behind me as I waddle down the hallway to get more water.

It's really a toss-up which footwear I will choose for the day. We have the option of my Dr. Scholl's padded, fuzzy socks in both mint & lavender OR my $1.50 Forever 21 slippers that are falling apart. Each slipper has 2 balls on it, but the leftie lost it's guts in one of the balls, so the shell of it just flops around as I, yet again, waddle down the hallway past the nurses' station to get my water.

Granny panties. They're just necessity at this point. Why they come in such vibrant colors and prints is beyond me. Do you really want something that wide covered in such blinding material? Luckily, these are covered up by the large yoga pants as I waddle down the hallway to get more water.

My top of choice is a tank top by Liz Lange maternity. They are long and not totally hideous. They are, however, usually covered up by one of my 3 IU sweatshirts sent to me from my family in Indiana. Ironically, I had gotten down to my very lowest weight since I was in elementary school just as I received these. These family members, apparently, looked at me and thought an XXL was what I needed. Jokes on them though, because at 30 weeks pregnant, I am still waddling down the hallway to get my water, sportin' IU sweatshirts because it is colder than Antarctica everywhere in this hospital and the belly STILL has room to grow into these suckers.

To complete this hospital chic look, I add my normal makeup routine and straight or wavy hair. It looks like I tried, but not too much because, then you see the rest of me, and wonder if I ran out of a burning building and was unable to fully dress myself.

The bikini is the only cute staple I have in my wardrobe at this point. The girls are quickly overtaking the top and my arse can't decide what size it is, so I have multiple bottoms depending on how wide I'm feeling each day.

PSA: I'm under no illusion that this looks good on my round figure, but it does look better than the plastic picnic table they gave me the first night I got here & told me to wear it & swim. One of my fellow swimmers was slightly horrified when I showed up in this neon frock with a friendly, "Wow. That's bright, isn't it?" Needless to say, I don't think she's a fan of the suit or me.

If you are interested in sharing your hospital chic look, please email me. I'd love to see how you dress while on hospital bed rest. Any suggestions to sexy up my look is always welcome.

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Makeup Tip Monday

I grew up loving makeup. I used to love watching my mom put on makeup everyday. I learned early on about foundation, blush, blending, and color palettes that worked with my skin tone. I did not, however, heed that advice in junior high/early high school. The hooker palette was more my go-to look. Having a daughter, who will eventually begin wearing makeup without my advice, slightly terrifies me. Hopefully, hooker chic is not in style when she hits puberty. It only adds to the acne-ridden, greaseball look that befalls pre-pubescent teens.

While I do not bill myself as a makeup/fashion blogger, I still love those things. It only started in the last year or so that I've actually enjoyed buying clothes and dressing my smaller frame (not this current frame. How do you dress a beach ball?). I actually care more. I have, however, always loved makeup. I took some advice from another blogger and bought some new mascara, so I wanted to share my thoughts on this black tar that I cover my tiny lashes in.

This close up to my face is absolutely AWFUL. 

As you can clearly see in the picture, the look of the day is SPIDER eyes. I bought this mascara because a friend of mine (I say friend loosely - she owes me $8 for this waste of a purchase) highly recommended it. I, typically, stick to what I know works for me. I don't like to stray from that, but when someone raves, I'll bite. And I did. I'm so glad I wasted $7.99 on this goop. 

The wand comes out goopy, the black tar goes on goopy, and then when you try to fix the goops by compulsively wiping the wand on the edge of the tube and reapplying, you get the hooker/spider look. Maybe that can be this year's Halloween costume! A hooker spider. 

No amount of curling your lashes, including taking your hair dryer to said curler and heating it up, helps either. You literally get eye lashes that are thick & goopy that stick straight out. Maybe this is your cup of tea. Don't be surprised when people look at your eyes wondering if you've been applying wet tar to your eyes. Wearing this disaster brought me back to my pre-pubescent years of greasy skin, shimmery blue eye shadow and gobs of mascara covering my poor eyes. 

So, if you're into this look, please stop into your local Target (because we feel far classier stepping through the doors of Target with our Starbucks in our hand than we feel when we trip into WalMart with our most disgusting pair of sweats we own) and pick up Maybelline Rocket Volum' Mascara.

If you have makeup items that you totally hated, please send them to me. I'd love to check them out, seeing as how I have nothing to do for the next couple of weeks.

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30 weeks | 3rd Trimester

We made it to 30 weeks! Huge accomplishment considering a what cluster of a month March was. At this point, no news is good news. I haven't had any consistent contractions in 10 days. I'm still stuck in bed for most of the day unless it's pool time. Really a pretty boring existence until the boys decide to make their debut. The doctors think I can make it to about 32 weeks, but I'm hoping I can get to 34, head home and deliver with my doctor at my hospital. We'll see how the next few weeks play out. 

Today is my favorite day of the week because it's the day that Josh and Maddie come down and spend the night with me. It's funny how much you miss the simple luxuries you grow accustomed to. 

Thank you to all my visitors! You guys are keeping me sane! I've received some sweet care packages with tasty treats and fun things to help me pass the time. I have the most decorated nails of anyone on the floor because I get bored and new nail polish rolls in weekly from friends and family. 

How far along? 30 weeks
Babies are the size of a? Cucumber
Total weight gain? 25 lbs. (got lectured last week about not gaining, so I've been told to step it up. Oreos are helping.)
Maternity clothes? Yoga pants & maternity tanks!
Stretch marks? Still none.
Sleep? Not bad considering they wake me up every 3 hours to give me contraction meds. 
Miss Anything? Normal life
Movement? So much. They have swapped places and turned so much that they are in completely different positions than they were just a week ago.
Food cravings? Coke!
Belly Button In or Out? Depends on baby location.
Rings on or off? On.
Symptoms? A giant belly.
Anything making you queasy or sick? Nah.
Labor Signs? Not for 10 days! Haven't had any consistent contractions since last weekend.
Happy or Moody most of the time? Pretty happy considering.
Looking forward to? Going home!

Why I'm Ok With Nick & Jess Breaking Up

I love how well people know me. I clearly share the things that I greatly enjoy with much gusto and fervor because I get a plethora of Oreos delivered to me constantly, I have people stopping by with yellow cake & chocolate frosting, and my phone blows up every Tuesday night with, "OMG! Are you watching this?!"

If you are one of the strange people that I happen to know and you do not know what happens on Tuesday nights, then get off this blog right now let me share with you about New Girl. New Girl is probably the closest thing to a modern day Friends. One giant apartment/loft + girls & guys living together. I don't know about you, but most of the "lofts" I've been in are more like a shoebox with a bathroom & just enough space for a twin bed that is half in the kitchen. This "loft" has 4 bedrooms. Not a loft. I digress.

New Girl is my new favorite show. I love the characters, I love the actors, I love the love story. With that being said, while I am a HUGE fan of the Nick + Jess love story, after years of experience and wisdom (aka watching tv ad nauseam), I can tell you that the love story developed too quickly. If we are to have another Friends-type show, then we need a little more time & built-up tension before we dive right in.

I responded to all my friends with the only text that seemed fitting last Tuesday. Q simple, "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" My heart was broken, but after rethinking my dramatic exclamation, I am glad that the break-up has occurred. And here's why.

Nick needs to grow up.
While we all appreciate the bartender/loser/flannel-wearing Nick Miller, at this point in the game, he & Jess are not equally matched. She has a fairly solid career & goal in life, and Nick is an "agoraphobic, turtle-faced, borderline alcoholic." Do we want to see him as a lawyer? I don't know. Maybe. All we need is a little growth and maturity, and I think we'd all sleep better at night knowing that they are a little more evenly matched.

We need more of the sexual tension.
One of the most fun parts of watching people develop feelings for each other is the undeniable magnetism that develops when they are in a room together. Season 2 rocked our faces off with great chemistry & tension between Nick & Jess as they slowly started to realize they BOTH had feelings for each other. I mean, who didn't playback the end of "Cooler" when Nick grabs Jess & kisses her? Don't pretend you didn't - we all did. 

While my sister will disagree with me here, I believe that season 3 lacked some of the magnetism that we felt in the previous seasons. Yes, we enjoyed watching them together, but something was missing. I'm a firm believer that this will be delivered in spades going forward because we now know that Nick "fell in love with Jess the moment she walked through the door," and that Jess (with the help of Prince?!) was able to finally tell Nick Miller that she loved him. Knowing this, we can count on jealousies and wounded hearts as they watch each other begin to date other people, all the while wishing they could have worked it out.

Loft shenanigans.
Don't you miss the good ol' days of the loft residents ganging up on Schmidt or heading out to 5 different holiday parties? I do. With the separation of Nick & Jess, I think we'll get to see more of that again. Plus, there will be the added bonus of watching Nick and/or Jess pining after each other while the other one begins to date other people. I hate to keep coming back to it, but how much did you hate all the girls that Ross started dating after he & Rachel broke up? Maybe we'll even see the return of Schmidt & Cece. And for the love of all that is good & holy...MORE TRUE AMERICAN!

#teamJICK or #teamNISS
If New Girl is to stand the test of time, we need something to root for, a love to fight for, and something to believe in. We need the on-again-off-again, do-they-still-love-each-other story that keeps us pulled in. We need to see Nick hiding in the bathroom stall listening to conversations, only to emerge jealous when Jess talks about old boyfriends. We need to see Nick decide to grow up a little and make some solid decisions for his future. And we need Jess to decide between true love or someone like Mr. Fancypants.

If you have read this and think I am completely off my rocker, just remember that I have been in the hospital for almost 3 weeks now with not much to do. Analyzing tv show plot lines has become a new pastime. Also, if you have read this and think I'm off my rocker, you are dead to me maybe this isn't the blog for you. And remember, tune in to New Girl (nearly) every Tuesday on Fox at 8pm. I've converted many of my friends, and we are now much closer. I can turn you into a #fangirl as well.


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