whatever mom

My mom says she worries about her kids while she's away on her mission. I don't see why. We're fine. Take my sister and me for example: perfectly happy, positive, productive, functioning adults.

Most important meal of the day

Jeff and I were discussing our usual breakfast routines lately. I can't miss breakfast now a days and his tend to be a bit... creative. After having this chat, this is the email I received from him the other day while I was at work:

"A hearty breakfast of spaghetti carbonara & an ice cream sandwich. Will you still love me when I have to get a pacemaker?"

and no, he's not embellishing...

I think I need sleep!

I just asked to have all of my calls at the office held for the day. Because just now as I was leaving a message for a contractor, as I was asking him to give me a call back I said, “And Braden, if you could call me back at my direct line, 801-###-####, and I say these things in the name- uh… wha… and if you would give me a call back when you get the chance I’d really appreciate it. Thanks Bye”

Just try not to sound hysterical when leaving the redo message. I don’t think I prayed the second time. I hope.

bows, dollies and all things pink

Have you been waiting with bated breath? We found out on Tuesday that we're having a baby GIRL! We're very excited! Both Jeff and I thought it was a girl but it was fun to have it confirmed. I've never been a girly-girl, but I think I'll be getting some practice. And poor Jeff is outnumbered, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. If you have that thrid eye or sixth sense that I think is required in order to see ultrasound pics, here are a few. The one at the top is a profile shot... isn't she good lookin'?

Here's her hand and arm:

Her foor and leg:

And to show you just how fabulous she already is, her first home movie:

kick

It's possible that I felt the first little baby kick tonight. It happened just now twice as I was blog-surfing- a "memorable" activity to accompany a momentous occasion, I know. It's possible it was gas, as I'm good at that now-a-days. Jeff think's it was the baby's gas. But it's very possible it was the little runt moving around. To be honest, it was fun, but a bit twilight-zone-esk. Now let's just hope that it doesn't turn out that everyone around me has a pig snout and I'm the only ugly one without one... that would be horror and true twilight zone!

Side note: Ultrasound Tuesday! Hopefully the littl'n will cooperate and we'll find out if it's a girl or a boy. But honestly, this is our child, so cooperation may be too much to ask for.

waterworks

You throw enough hormones surging through my pregnant body and apparently it brings on the tears- with a vengeance! I'm usually not much of a cryer. Didn't cry at graduation, my wedding, when I got engaged, etc. I'm generally not a weepy girl. I didn't even cry in front of one of professors in architecture school which is a feat of strength that many guys can't say they achieved. But now I cry all the time. And if it's an emotional time "worthy" of crying, once I start I just can't stop. Ever.

But really maybe some of these things are worthy of crying? Watching the movie Australia, crying at each of the 5 endings in that movie. Reading Father's Day cards in the greeting card isle at Smith's. ALL Lifetime and Hallmark movies. Most sappy country songs throw me over the edge. And some of the non-sappy ones. Throwing up is a way emotional experience. And so is being nauseous. And when the serial killer on Law and Order was killed by the Detective's mentor, that was totally a legitimate time to cry. Right?

good thing we're having a kid

I think we need to consider redirecting some of our energy. But how else will you know if your child's clothes are going to fit? Try them on your overweight cat. She'll love it!