Hence the Name...

So, I thought a good idea for my second blog post ever would be the explanation of the name of my blog; but I don't know so you be the judge of that & tell me what you think at the end. Well, when I decided to make a blog I was talking to my sister on the phone, so I'm sitting there spouting out possible blog names with Hila when the thought just entered my mind & I blurted it out before I could even think about it, "flying by the seat of your pants" haha, feeling a little silly I laughed about it & shrugged it off, but Hila on the other hand thought it was hilarious! Anyway, she was laughing her butt off on the other line & when she finally stopped laughing asked how I came up with that, "I don't know, it just came to me." was my response. But now that I've thought about it, a lot of things in my life have been a 'fly by the seat of my pants' moment'; I'll delve into that more in a bit. So Hila gave me an even better idea for my blog name, by telling me to change the 'you' to 'my', so I did, & it's even better! :) Thank you Hila. Okay, onto the delving. Now, I'm only going to tell you of the most significant ones; starting with the most significant, which would be the day that I found out I was pregnant. After I got back to Nick's crazy Aunt Brenda's house (living with that old bat was another of my 'fly by the seat of my pants' moments, albeit one of the stupid moments), I cried & told him that I was pregnant, then we talked about it (abortion was never an option, but we did "decide" that we were going to put her up for adoption) & I said "I'll carry her full term & when I have her, we'll have an adoptive family already lined up for her. --I know that doesn't sound too 'fly by the seat', but trust me it is, & you'll understand in a lilttle bit.-- So, I go through my entire pregnancy with no problems & working the entire time. Well, everything was going fine & smoothly until my brother & sister-in-law & their kids came to visit from Valdosta, GA, & it just happens it's my birthday as well. So my sister wants to take us all out ot lunch for my birthday. We go to Old Mexico for lunch & have a good meal laughing & reminiscing, when we have finished our meal & it's just about time to leave Saria (my niece) wanted me to take her to the bathroom. So I take her to the bathroom, & I'm holding her on my knee so she can reach the sink to wash her hands when my sister comes into the bathroom & sees my baggy shirt pulled tight "Christina! You're pregnant!" she exclaims & I burst into tears & tell her about it & ask her not to tell Dad yet, but to do it once I'm not there any more. So, later that day I have to go to work (Hila told our Dad when I was at work, I think). I get to work & we have a manager from another store acting as our manager for the night, oh joy, & after I'm at work for a couple of hours he wants me to go wash all of the dishes (it was quite obviously a slow night for Dominos Pizza). So I go to the back (after a little protest to him that another girl should have to do it & I never have to wash the dishes for one reason or another, after all it wouldn't be me if I didn't do that, but that's another story altogether) & start washing the dishes; well after a little time washing the dishes I start feeling really wierd & my tummy starts hurting, so I go & tell the manager that I need to go home because I'm not feeling well. Needless to say he didn't believe me, but he did let me go home when I told him I was pregnant. So I drive to crazy Brenda's & tell Nick that I need to go to the hospital & get checked out because I'm not feeling well. So we get to the hospital & when we finally get in (of course it did take like 30 mins before I got a room in the Maternity Ward) & I get in my room & checked, we find out that I'm going into labor!!! Well, after about 3 hours on the operating table (those of you who know me, know I had to have an emergency C-section) I wake up in my room, very disoriented & can't really see well (it was the anasthetic....did I spell that right Hila?). Anyway, on to the next day. Well, I get a call from my sister who's worried about me because she had been trying to get a hold of me ever since she got out of church, but I was no where to be found. So I tell her that I'm in the hospital because I've had the baby & she freaks out & tells me she's going to get Dad & come up there. And this, my friends, is more popularly known as "The DAY Christina was pregnant!", well, by my family anyway. :) Hila coined the phrase, by the way. Now, if you'll recall me telling you earlier that we had planned to give the baby up for adoption. Well, once I saw her & held her....that wasn't happening, it was kind of like, nah, I think I'm going to keep her!!
Now I know that was a super long story, but it's only one of the many :), hahaha. Anyway, I decided to make my explanation of the name of my blog shorter because it took me like 2 days to write this & I don't want to drive anybody away, so...to make a really long story, kind of, short, I fly by the seat of my pants in most every decision I make, & roll with the punches from the out comes. I hope you enjoyed.