Happy December!

Okay remember how I said that I wouldn't allow myself to daydream until Dec. 1?  Well the next pregnancy, I won't allow myself to daydream until I'm at 40 weeks.  That was seriously a dumb idea.  Who would have thought that I would have two melt downs in 4 days about not having the baby?!  Also, I was only at 37 weeks, what was I thinking???  So now today at 38 weeks I have a much better perspective.  Don't expect a baby anytime soon. I'm happier now but still, Zach, don't feel bad if you come in the next 24 hours, I really wouldn't mind at all.

So this past Thursday my mom and dad came in.  My dad was dropping my mom off to live with us through the baby's birth and hung out with us this weekend.  We really didn't do much because relaxing is so much fun.  However, my dad took me toy shopping for Zach and it was so much fun because A) who doesn't like playing with toys B) my dad has settled into the grandpa role all too well and was having so much fun buying toys C) we spent a lot of time analyzing why certain toys were really good for a baby while others were terrible - Oh how I love to mock...  Needless to say Zach has enough toys for this Christmas and quite possibly next Christmas as well. 

Also, there's this running joke in our family regarding our family dog named Charlie.  Charlie is a dachsund but thinks he's a human.  He will literally jump in a chair and put his paws on the table and act like he's part of the family.  The running joke is that he wants a pony for his very own, I don't know how it started but's a funny image.  Does this make my family weird? Absolutely.  But don't even think of trying to tell me your family isn't.  Well, Charlie sent a gift down for Zach and it was a...that's right, it was a pony.  A little rocking horse pony of his very own.  It was hilarious when I saw it and that just goes to show what an awesome dog Charlie really is.

We also got a webcam so anyone who wants to skype with us, let us know.  I didn't realize how cool it was til we tried it with reliable technology.  My family will never be able to avoid me now!

And last, for those of you interested in the countdowns, here it is:
3 days left of work and this semester!! I can't believe it!
2 weeks til the actually due date (not that that really matters)
15 days til family comes into town
17 days til Christmas!
3 weeks before I tell the doctor, "no more carrying this baby in my belly, let's get him outta here!"

Living a Life of Count Downs

This blog probably won't have any pictures, I'm sure you're all tired of them anyways.  So I woke up last night and after a nightly jaunt to the bathroom, I laid down and had a revelation, I am almost done! Ah! I have been pretty good at keeping myself busy and not thinking about this baby coming.  In fact, I have this rule that I can't day dream until Dec 1, but that day is quickly approaching.  All of which hit me last night so of course I was up late realizing that yes, Zachary will be here much sooner than later.  My latest tactic to not get to antsy about waiting for this baby is I have started counting down to other things. 
Here's the list:

2 Days til Thanksgiving
9 days til my mom and dad come
2 weeks and 2 days until 38 weeks when Zach is considered healthy enough to enter this world with no complications (please...)
3 weeks left of work  (after tomorrow) and this semester
4 weeks and 2 days til the actually due date (not that that really matters)
31 days til family comes into town
33 days til Christmas!
5 weeks and 2 days before I tell the doctor, "Get this baby out of me"

So I obviously have a lot more things to look forward to than just a baby coming and it keeps me sane.  Other ways I have chosen to keep myself sane is we decorated for Christmas this last Saturday!  It was a blast.  Normally I am a grinch and refuse to see anything Christmas until the Friday after Thanksgiving (let's at least try not to steam roll right over honoring this holiday).  But this year is different and it distracts me from what I really want to have come.  Also, we were able to use all of our Halloween decorations as Thanksgiving decorations (take your fake jack o lantern and turn him around so it just looks like a pumpkin - yep, I'm that cheap/lazy) so I was pretty tired of them. 

If I could wish away just one of the million discomforts of being pregnant it would be heart burn.  I hate tums.  I hate having to eat them all day.  In fact, there are times where I choose the discomfort of heartburn to avoid the tums.  Before you suggest pepcid, I'm already taking it.  But I can only take 2 in a 24 hour period (so says the box which might be different for pregnant women) and I usually save one for bedtime so I feel like that's the only time I can take them.  And sometimes, even when I take both together, it still doesn't make it go away.  Whereas with most other discomforts you can find a way to relieve it at least for a time being.  Also, it has forced me to sleep sitting up which you can't do in a bed very comfortable so it has banished me to the couch.  Lucky for me my husband loves me oh so much and comes to the couch too, otherwise I would have lost it a month ago. 

Also, nesting hasn't really kicked in for me like I thought it would.  Oh sure there was that weekend in October where we scoured the kitchen of anything dirty and painted the walls, but that was it.  It literally lasted less than 24 hours.  I always look around at stuff and think, "It would be nice, but I'm too tired/lazy"  However, we know I still have 4 weeks and 2 days left and a lot can change in a month!  Well that's it for now.  Nothing too excited just me being bored at home while my lovely husband performs service by moving a family and I am about as helpful as jellyfish in that area.

48 Days 'Til Christmas

Some thoughts:

1. I hate squeezing into bathroom stalls.  Curse the man who thought the door should open into the stall
2. I don't like that I sit down to eat and already feel full, I don't even get that
3. I don't like that I'm always tired.  Anyone who knows me knows I love sleep but this is ridiculous
4. Thank goodness for my weird time of life between freshman/sophomore year of high school where I thought medium hoodies looked good.  They finally fit me!
5. My doctor checked the position of the baby and told me, "yeah, there's plenty of room still in there" I think I'm in a better position to say, "No, no there's not"
6.  Why does heartburn have to exist?
7. I'm on this crazy Christmas movie kick.  So far we've watched Home Alone 2, Elf, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas (w/ Jim Carey).  No better Christmas movies exist and no one can tell me differently
8. All of a sudden sitting in church for three hours is about as much fun as being kicked in the head
9. I love my husband, he keeps me from going crazy 

Birthdays, Showers, and Christmas

Delainie and Aunt Shellie

Okay so first of all, I know the new background is seriously loud and obnoxious.  It was the closest thing I could get to being Christmasy because I am blogger challenged.  I will play around a little more later but this will have to do for now.  I walked into Target on Tuesday and they already had their Christmas decorations up so I feel justified in starting to celebrate early!  To me, Christmas = Zachary! So let the celebrations begin!  I'm also posting more pictures of Delainie that I got off of my phone.  I'm sorry if you're tired of them but she's so cute!  Also, she's got so many different facial expressions, I have to share them all!  Can you imagine what I'll be like with my own child?

While you scroll down I will indulge you in the all consuming event of my life at the moment.  Being Pregnant.  We are officially at 33 weeks, and sorry no belly picture.  I'm vain enough to admit that I'm typing this in sweat pants, a hoodie, and a ponytail so I will wait until I look more decent to take a picture that I will be sharing with the world wide web.  But I can tell you that my mom told my dad who told me that my frame makes me look super awesomely pregnant.  And I feel it.  I don't feel it's fair for me to complain because women have been going through the same exact thing for hundreds of thousands of years.

D trying out her cousin Zach's bouncer.  She didn't like it much

Mommy and Baby.  This really highlights how similar they look

Plus I'm only experiencing normal pregnancy symptoms.  But that does not mean I'm hoping this all continues on for too much longer.  Some less than pleasant things include:

• Zachary having this awful habit of sticking something like a foot or a knee up into the right side of my rib cage.  In fact, he has a weird habit of hanging out on the right side most of the time.  So there's a lot of times where I'm feeling pressure up in my rib cage and down on my hip.   When I need a break, I lay on my left and let gravity work its magic.
• Rolling out of bed in the middle of the night is about as much fun as trudging waist-deep in mud.  First, I have to uncover myself from the mountain of pillows surrounding myself.  Then I have to literally roll off the bed and hope I land on my feet. As a result, I have vowed never laugh at a turtle on its back (I know the feeling all to well). Once I'm out of bed, I have to cradle my belly because Zach shifts all his weight down onto my bursting bladder.  Once I'm back, I have to go spelunking through the pillows again, let Zach shift over to whatever side I lay on and attempt to find a comfortable position for myself.  Once this is achieved, I lay my head back down, wondering how on earth Tommy is still asleep and drift blissfully into awakefulness as Zachary has decided that since he's up, he might as well  get some exercise in and proceeds to kick me in the bladder repeatedly.

  

  All tuckered out. She nodded off like an old man

• This baby moves all day.  I really am not exaggerating on this one folks.  I really hope it's because he's so excited to come out.  I also hope that once he's out, he'll spend a lot of time catching up on all the sleep he missed in the womb.  The movements are still super fun to feel and watch but there's a few once in a while that are not that great.  There's this thing that he does that I imagine he's stretching his arms and legs out into the back of the uterus and pushing his back up against my tummy.  It causes a lot of discomfort but it's so neat to feel this hard mass up against my tummy.

 I could never grab her big smile so this will have to do

Trying on her other cousin's hat

•  Last complaint, I can't stand on my feet for more than 15 - 20 minutes at a time.  Anything longer than that and I'm stuck sitting for the rest of the day.  I get a pain in my lower back and legs that doesn't go away if I overdue it.  This makes for a messy house.  It takes so long to clean because I'll work for 10 minutes, sit for 15 or 20, work for 10 sit.  But after about an hour or two of that I have to nap.  It definitely makes a girl feel good to know that a few minutes of cleaning pushes her into a sleep coma.

Zach at the genetic level.  Pretty cute huh?

My Favorite! I love the little curl of ha

And now on to the title of the blog.  My birthday was the 30th!  I'm 24 and haven't really thought about it.  Birthdays just aren't the same once you're older.  But Tommy made mine special.  First, I got my presents 10 days early!  Tommy has this habit of giving me my presents as soon as he gets them.  Last year for my birthday I don't even think he wrapped them!  It works great for me but this year he was determined to hold out.  He was able to get them wrapped but succumbed after only 3 hours.  AHAHA!  I hope this tradition continues for years to come!  Now, this is the part where I get to brag and tell you that Tommy picked out this super awesome pair of brown swede boots that  are amazing!  It was adorable how proud he was of himself and I was incredibly impressed and surprised.  He also made me breakfast and this was my birthday cake :) 

We had some great news this week.  We thought our first child Weatherby was lost to us forever.  Tommy got me this orchid back in March and we named him Weatherby Fredrick Velham May III.  He was such a beautiful thing.  He had 3 white flowers on each stem and we kept up with his feeding (2-3 ice cubes once a week, my kind of plant) very well.  But one day, we noticed one of the flowers look wilted.  Tommy finally decided to cut it off.  After that, all the flowers began to grow limp and slowly we had to cut them off.  Except for one flower that held on strong for another month after the 5th flower succumbed to death.  Then the tops of the stems started turning brown.  If I tried to trim them, the brown would spread further down.  I was worried he could read the writing on the wall about me being pregnant and Weatherby had sunk into a hopeless depression, willing life to end. Tommy wanted to toss it but then I saw a ray of hope.  A new leaf was coming through.  I also read online as long as the leaves are still green and healthy, the plant is fine.  So we kept at it.  Two months later, if you look closely at the stems, you'll see new stems coming in with flowers on each side!  Weatherby's alive! He is living proof that I'm not completely hopeless when it comes to plants.  Zachary may have a bright future after all! 

And last, I posted some pictures of some of the things I got from my baby shower.  You can look if you want or if you're still reading you can stop.  I'm not offended.  There were just so many cute things and a ton of my friends are super crafty so we got a ton of awesome stuff.  I'm sorry I didn't post everything, there was seriously so many wonderful gifts from people and I didn't want to waste people's time.  But thank you to everyone who has shown their love and support to us during this exciting new adventure in our lives.  We would never have been able to do it without any of you!  Whether it's been through gifts, asking me how I'm doing, or the advice and encouragement that we've received, we really appreciate it all!  Thank you!  Also, I can't figure out the picture formatting that well if you haven't noticed already so down below is just a disaster.  Sorry!

Car seat/stroller from mom, cover from Lisa, I wish they made those for adults!

Sweater vests!!!

My friend Savannah MADE this!

TIES!!!!!

Oh so many fuzzy pajamas... He had none before lol

Zach's own personalized blanket!

Shellie's gift, I love it!

Where Have You Been All My Life?

So I was blog stalking and found my blog on one of my friends blog (how many more times do you think I can use the word blog in this sentence) and saw that I hadn't written on this blog for 5 weeks (the answer is 4).  Although I feel I have a valid excuse, I felt I can't deny all of my adoring fans any longer.  So here's a lot of updating.  I may have to spread out the info to a few posts.  So first, my excuse. 

I went to a normal check up with my OB about 2 months ago.  He asked if I had got an appt scheduled with some specialist.  I didn't know what he was talking about and so he explained that in Zachary's ultrasound (this may be super late but we've named our little guy Zachary Mike May in case you hadn't heard) they found an EIF in his heart.  EIF is an acronym for a really long word that makes you sound smart if you know it but is basically a calcium deposit in his heart.  They also found some bright spots in his bowels, which also has a fancy word that I don't remember.  So they were sending us to a specialist but not to worry, these things usually end up being nothing.  Okay, great.  I was a little concerned but Tommy and I felt like whatever the Lord had in store for us, we would be able to handle. 

Two days before the appointment, I looked up the place and the doctor.  Come to find out, this doctor specialized in high risk pregnancies such as babies with heart issues, older moms, and a lot of scary stuff.  Okay, I was a little more nervous but still felt like things would be okay.  We get to the place, we're getting the ultrasound done and the tech says, "yep, there's that EIF" and I ask, "is that bad?" and she says, "Well, it's a soft marker for down syndrome"  WOAH,WHAT?!!  So Tommy and I are sitting there not even knowing what to think while the ultrasound tech is silently kicking herself for realizing what a huge bedside manner mistake she made. 

So we're led into another room have a nurse, a nurse practitioner, and the specialty doctor herself all explain to me the same thing.  The bright spots in the bowel and the thing in the heart are in and of themselves not a big deal but they are soft markers for downs syndrome and increase the likely hood when they are both present. Everytime one of them leaves, I start to cry.  Having a baby is a life changing experience.  Having a baby with downs syndrome is a doubly life changing experience.  Tommy and I felt completely blindsided by the information. I was prepared to hear that he might have a heart issue or need surgery in the future, but this was big.  So then we were told we could schedule an amniosenthesis (however you spell that one) and we could know for sure. 

So my excuse for not writing more on this blog is I really was dealing with a major issue and didn't really feel much like blogging.  First off, the test results came back negative and Zachary is alright.  Looking back, we may have overreacted, but when it's your child, I think it's different. Emotionally at times it was draining.  But it increased my testimony tenfold of the atonement and brought me so much closer to my savior. Tommy and I grew closer as well, a feat I didn't think was possible. I learned so much through this experience and I could go on and on about it.  I won't because in some ways its just so special, but lets just say it was a long 6 weeks or so.  One cool thing is that we got a print out of Zach's chromosomes.

But onto happier topics, my sisters and mom came into town.  It was soooo much fun.  And, I took pictures!! They are mostly of my niece Delainie, but she's quite frankly the cutest out of all of us so it makes sense.  I will admit to one and all though, I'm a terrible aunt. I never changed a single diaper while she was here.  Shellie, the younger sister, would get up in the middle of the night with Delainie.  Do I have a good excuse of being seemingly really pregnant, sure, but Shellie's at 21 weeks pregnant and she's like super aunt.  I promise to make it up some day.

 Here's Lainers after her bath.  I got to get her ready for the day.  Love that smile!

 This is the cake from my baby shower.  You'll notice you can't see the name spelled.  That's because my friend's little boy was getting into the icing which I found hilarious and totally appropriate!

 We went out to dinner and my dad, although he wasn't there, made sure we got dessert to celebrate Shellie's and my birthdays

 Baby D and Mama!  Seriously, Delainie looks 100% just like her mom Lisa.  Look at their eyes! She's so lucky to have a mini me lol

 So here are the Barnett girls in all different stages of motherhood.  Shellie - 21 weeks pregnant.  Chelsea - 32 weeks pregnant. And Lisa 4 months after labor.  And we're all in my pajama pants. 

 

 SO CUTE!!!!!!! I love this girl

 Okay here is me and D bonding.  Notice my massive belly.  It's kind of fun.  Also notice Delainie's sad face.  I think she knew I hadn't been very helpful with her. 

 Grandma, D and Me!

  I'm sorry but her face is AWESOME in this photo!! I love it!

HAPPY 3RD TRIMESTER!!

I can not tell you how many pictures it took before I finally realized it wasn't the camera making my head look so small on such a large body, that's just the way I am now.  Oh well, Zachary will be here soon enough and then I have a whole other post-pregnancy body to look forward to!  As the title of this post indicates, we have entered the glorious 3rd trimester.  I can't tell you how exciting it is to be here after all the positive words of encouragement from other mommies.  Phrases like, "I was so miserable..." and "Wait until the 3rd trimester I was so uncomfortable" or "I never slept in the 3rd trimester".  Books were not very encouraging either.  I'll spare you the gross and miserable details they warned about.  Basically, I get to look forward to stuff coming out of every orafes of my body. Yaa...  But seriously, I'm doing great, feeling great, I'm sleeping well enough, and Tommy and I are super duper excited to meet this little boy!


There's not much more to report on.  Just a few thoughts have come my way that I might as well share.  Also, soon enough, I will be setting up a post that will be extremely political and try as I might, it probably won't be funny.  So I apologize to you my devoted 1 fan (if that) and if you choose to skip it altogether, I am not offended.

Some thoughts:

•  So I hate taking pictures now because everytime I look at them I think, "Woah! my face is fat!" Which is confusing because when I look in the mirror, it still looks good.  Therefore I avoid pictures because I love living in blissful denial.
• I looked in the mirror one day and realized, I had lost my collar bones.  Obviously they're still there but they're hiding and it's weird looking.
• I keep wanting to write a post about how awesome Tommy is but then I'm shy and am not good about sharing my feelings to other people.  But as soon as I voiced this to Tommy our super awesome friend Britany did the same thing and I laughed because she's a better wife than I am.  So that will probably happen soon, but I also don't want to be a copy cat so... miss you Britany!!
• I asked my doctor if I was doing okay on weight gain (not too much or too little) and he said, "Yeah you're doing good.  Why? Are you eating a lot of junky foods like soda (only a half mug each day), ice cream (like a true May family member), chips (um...maybe...)  So now I just crave those things all the time and only once in a while I give in. Don't worry, I wasn't eating it all the time just a lot more than usual, especially when I never had soda, ice cream, or chips that much before.  
• My friend happened to mention french silk blizzards at Dairy Queen and I may have had to give in after only 4 days of good behavior
• I'm thoroughly embarassed for the Emmys.  To have never awarded Steve Carrell for his work for the Office or Hugh Laurie for House is just terrible.  That's just beyond ridiculous.  Also, nothing against Modern Family, but it's not the smart humor that takes true talent to create! And what about Amy Pohler?! Can you think of any other women that have single handedly carried a t.v show and made it the success it is today? Oh yeah, Tina Fey, and they honored her in the way she deserved. 
• My sister asked me the other day if I have experienced the crazy nesting urges that accompany pregnancy.  My response, "sure I've thought about it, but then I think about how tired I am and decide to watch a movie instead"
• I was all prepared for an epidural and then I read about how they're administered and the details and I seriously thought, "Maybe...I could give birth naturally" I seriously must be going insane.

Well that's all for now.  I expected this to be a short blip and now it's half a novel. Sorry about that.

More Pregnant Stuff

Ok so first off, here's the highly anticipated baby bump picture.  I know, weird right?  People who haven't seen me in a while see me and say, "Woah! You're pregnant!" As in wow! you've gotten huge!  I'm really okay with it though.  At least people can visually see my justification behind my lack of personal grooming (don't worry, I still shower most every day, I just end up throwing my hair in a pony tail and throwing some blush on to cover up my paleness) and inability to care whether my clothes match or look right, my new style has become: as long as it still fits I'm wearing it.  

But anyways, on to more important things. My little baby sister is pregnant!  She's about 11 weeks behind me which is fun because then she knows what she has to look forward to in the coming months with much explicit detail.  So this blog goes out to her because I'm sure we've all been there where we feel like being pregnant can't get any worse, which by the way, the joke's on you because it can and always tries to do so.

So here is a list of reasons why being pregnant is awesome:

• I feel like a manatee some days and yet everyone else thinks you look absolutely adorable
• If you act irrational for whatever reason, you can always blame it on the hormones
• You get new clothes almost monthly
• I can stop feeling guilty about not running because I don't have to
• Walking is now considered effective exercise
• Random strangers go out of their way to talk to me 
• Although he says he never minds, I don't have to feel guilty about asking Tommy to massage my back, feet, etc whenever they hurt
• I get to stay up late watching movies because I can't sleep, but seeing as the library only has so wide of a selection, most of the films are crummy but I love them anyways
• People have a reason to talk to me now
• And finally, You have the ultimate excuse that no one can argue with.  The proverbial get out of jail free card

One last little note, our poor first child, Wetherby Fredrick Wilhem May the 3rd (our orchid) which has continuously held strong and stayed alive since Februaryish has decided he no longer has the will to live.  He's lost all of his flowers and one inch of one stem is completely dead but it's been like that for about 2 weeks so death has stopped spreading.   But the weird thing is, he has a new leaf growing.  So maybe he's hibernating.  Anyone know anything about orchids?  I just loved the plant because it required my love only once a week and it cost me 2-3 ice cubes.  Oh well, he was probably doomed to die once our real child came.

Where have I been?

Okay, so since we found out it was a boy, we've been crazy busy and thus the seemingly never-ending silence.  Or maybe I just was being lazy.  You can decide that soon enough!  So two weekends ago, my parental units showed up.  They arrived at 1 a.m. which I can not remember the last time I was up that late being preggers and all.  I took a nap waiting for them I was that tired.  The next morning began a weekend of baby shopping. Tommy and I have tried to go shopping before, but each time we went, we'd get frustrated that we didn't know the sex and there's no such thing as gender neutral, no matter what anyone else tries to say (green is for boys and yellow is for girls) and buying diapers, soap, etc is not fun.  So we end up leaving with nothing.  Plus, we don't know what we're doing.  We don't know what babies need so we just felt silly. 

Well, my mom showed us what we really needed and we went price comparison shopping.  My dad has the attention span of a dog, that's right, not even at a human's level, and he wandered a lot.  But we ended up buying wash clothes, baby soap, a dresser, and a crib mattress.  The mattress was random but it was $13!!! Just an idea for non baby people, walmart was selling them for $70.  Then Tommy went to work, we watched tv and relaxed and made dinner.  We went for a walk, played games, watched movies, yada, yada, yada. 

Day two, we found out we were having a boy!  It went something like this "here's the head, you can see the baby's profile, there are some ribs and that's the spine, here are the little butt cheeks pointing straight out and those are the boy parts!" I had barely registered that she was pointing out the butt and then BAM! she's drops the bomb.  One of my first thoughts was, "uh oh" because Tommy and I have struggled so hard to come up with a boy name that we both agree on.  But I'm SUPER excited to have a boy!  After that it was celebration time in the form of buy tons of boys clothes!  On the way to the first store, I remembered a name we had both talked about and quietly asked Tommy what he thought about it, he thought and then said, "yeah!" and we decided in a matter of 10 seconds after months of disagreeing on our future son's name.  Zachary Mike May!  And for the rest of the day Tommy was running around saying "Zach attack!" It was really cute to see how proud he is already. :)  We got tons of baby clothes and it was as disgusting as you can imagine.  My mom  and I were oohing and awwing  and "isn't that so cute!" over EVERYTHING.  We got these awesome overalls for the summer that I can't wait for and these footy pajamas with race cars that Tommy can't wait to fill! the rest of the day was filled with the same as the night before

The next day Tommy went to work and my parents and I went to see Harry Potter!  There was a lady there who thought the rest of the audience was blind and felt it was her sole duty to exclaim and explain every part of the movie.  She would laugh really loud in that "See everyone, this part is funny that's why I'm laughing" kind of way at the funny and only sort of funny parts that you might smile at but not laugh out loud at.  No joke at one point she said, "OH! that's the snake!" As if no one else in the theatre had seen the 20 ft long thing that had only shown up 4 times already in the movie.  Okay that all sounds harsh, but still, you're not at home! Use your indoor voice!  Also, while coming back from one of my many bathroom breaks, I came across a woman changing her baby on the floor (on a changing pad, I'll give her that) but right in front of the door leading into the theatre!!! I literally had to crawl over her legs to get to the door.  Oh public outings...the funny things you see.
Then we picked up Tommy, dropped off my mom to rest, and went to the pool. It was awesome b/c the water makes me feel 50 pounds lighter, plus we were going around the lazy river so the water is pushing you along which takes another 25 pounds off.  The feeling was glorious!! An hour and a half later, we got out and oh my goodness!! I thought I was treading through mud!  Gravity clearly kicked in and I wasn't very thrilled about it.  We went home and had a really awesome meal with teriyaki chicken, fried rice, salad, and SMOOTHIES! We also took the only picture from their visit.  Once again, it's of food.  

 Here's our fancy meal we made, note that the photo is void of people

Here are the race car pajamas and my new glider rocker!  It's awesome...

We're Having a BOY!!!!

 Here's the little guy's profile, his head is on the left, I originally thought his head was on the right - mama knows her boy well

The face is now on the right side and looks super creepy, let's be honest...

 His heart and the heart beat!! 153 bpm!

 I love this photo, he's got his little feet!

and here's the spine!

Preggers....

Ok first of all...this is probably the lamest blog you will ever not follow.  Congratulations to anyone who even finds this blog, or rather I'm sorry to those who find it because you probably stumbled upon it by mistake thinking it was your old friend from high school or something.  Oh well, I swear from now on to be a better blogger.  Pictures may take some time.  The last time I pulled my camera out was when we went to Chicago to meet my new niece Delainie Adams and the only pictures taken were by Delainie's dad Spencer who thought that it was their camera.  That's how terrible I am, the cutest baby around whom I will never see enough of and I have no evidence of her existence to display around my house.  Luckily we made it out of their place with the pictures Spencer snapped stowed away on the camera.  Did I mention that those were pictures of a cake?!  Blogging is definitely for this gal.  But I will default to my latest and greatest excuse...I'm pregnant!

That's right ladies and gents, I'm preggers.  I thought it would be super awesome.  I keep trying to tell myself it is.  I don't want to be one of those women who complain non stop about being pregnant because I don't want to scare future mommies away, plus I truly am grateful for the opportunity to be thought worthy of carrying one of God's children so I don't want him to think I'm complaining at all!  But, sometimes the only way to deal with uncomfortable situations is to be a little humorous or in my case, sarcastic.

First off, you hear stories about morning sickness, but you can't fully appreciate the true misery of it until you've experienced it for yourself.  I always looked forward to getting sick in high school, although it meant 24 hours of uncomfortableness, it also meant sleep as much as you want, catch the new music videos (which still existed on tv way back when), popsicles, of course no school, and another day to put off your homework.  When you're pregnant, unless you're one of the blessed few who are so sick the bathroom becomes the place to be (and can we really say they are 'blessed?) you still must persevere through school, work, fulfilling responsibilities, walking, etc.  I was always just sick enough to be miserable but never sick enough to justify hiding in bed until the first trimester ended.  

Now that I'm in the glorious second trimester, new things have started happening.  My fat clothes are not fitting me.  Will I lament this part, no because I understand I have not just let myself go, I'm doing a wonderful thing but I will say that finding something that is both comfortable and stylish is very difficult, those pregnant women who manage to do it are amazing heroes of mine, but I just can't do it.  I went to the mall to find something pretty to wear and all I really wanted was a great pair of sweat pants!  Also, I have a billion pencil skirts which are now rendered worthless but I can't convince myself to pack them away.  I fear I will lose the motivation to strive to wear them again once I'm not pregnant if they're out of sight (out of mind)

Before I continue, I really do have to take a moment and gush about Tommy.  I'm sure there are several other men who are just as worthy of this title, but Tommy's my husband and so he's the most amazing husband ever in my book.  He literally did all the cooking, all the cleaning, all the laundry, all the grocery shopping (I kept trying but I'd get down the first aisle, take one good look at any item whether it was pickles or pretzels, and want to vomit every where so then I'd race out to the car...not worth it after 5 tries), would go out whether it was 11 at night or 7 in the morning and pick up whatever food item sounded bearable, and drew about a 100 baths for me for three months straight and still stayed married to me!  His patience knows no bounds and I'm really truly grateful for all that he did to help me through.

So that is only the beginning of life being pregnant, there are tons of other things like our apt. gets up to 84 degrees lately b/c of 110 degree heat indexes where we live which is miserable no matter who you are, I have the bladder the size of a thimble and just found out that 64 oz isn't enough in this heat for a pregnant woman, 80 - 100 oz is better, I have always laughed at those men who have the audacity to try and teach women how to ration their toilet paper use but have shamefully begun rationing mine by my own decision b/c otherwise we would go through a 24 pack in a week,  and my fingers are fat, something I didn't know was possible!  But I can now feel my little fetus moving which is such a blessing because it's always a reminder as if to say, "don't forget that you get me in the end!" and I really can't wait to meet him/her (we find out Friday!).  Tommy says it's grounded once it comes out for all that its put me through but we both know that we'll never let that kid out of our sight once we finally lay eyes on him/her.

The Beginning, 8 months later

Hello Family and Friends.  Once upon a time, Tommy and I sought out to start our own blogs.  Later, we met and never touched our blogs again, even though secretly we would check each others' blogs for updates.  So here we are married and since everyone else is doing it, we're starting a blog.  Or rather I'm starting one and Tommy's reading Harry Potter and providing moral support.

So, it's spring break and what have we done with our time? First, we planned out every day, filled with lots of items to mark off our long check list of never ending to-do's (seriously, there's stuff on there from October).  And then we threw that schedule out the window and have played more than worked.  Which I've decided we deserve.  Monday we went grocery shopping, unloaded the stuff and decided to go to the mall and go window shopping to avoid being in our own personal sauna called our apartment.  But seriously it was 82 degrees in our apartment and it took two hours for it to drop 4 degrees. 

Tuesday we helped people move and then Matt (Tommy's brother) came by and we made pizza and watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs - one of Tommy and my top favorite 5 movies.  Matt of course laughed his head off because it's awesome!  Just a few funny lines to enjoy

"We'll live underground, and make clothes out of bacon"

"I too was a nerd" - Sam              "Too?" - Flint

Wednesday Tommy went for a long bike ride enjoyed it so much, he recommitted himself to getting clippers to cut the bike that has been chained to our deck since we moved here (yes, we've just let it sit there) so I can have a free bike and we can go on bike rides together.  we tried doing homework and succeeded for an hour and then Tommy went to work, leaving me to entertain myself.  I cleaned sheets!  Seriously, married life is awesome except for when stuff like that happens. Who gets excited about cleaning sheets?  This girl!