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!

We need a sidecar for the scooter

Why? Our duo is becoming a trio. We're expecting a new little one in January. It's very crazy and exciting. I'm about 13 weeks along. So far the baby and I are both healthy and strong and Jeff has been wonderfully taking care of me (us). The nausea and such was kicking my butt, however thankfully it has greatly improved. I did have to stop mid-post to lose my dinner, which unfortunately ended a really long non-puking streak, but such is life.

Gonna Party like it's your Birthday!

It was Jeff's birthday yesterday! I hope he had a great 31st! As Jeff said, he's officially "IN his thirties, that's a bigger deal than just being thirty." I love you my Jeffs!

multi-task-talented contractor

today is one of those days where you feel like absolute garbage, not wanting to move from your bed, secretly hoping that the covers will open their mouth and swallow you whole. i'm trying to sleep the day away with my kitten keeping my feet warm. however there are two contractors in my basement hanging doors and trim. one of the said contractors is loving the country music they are blaring and sings along to every song, and radio commercial. he cannot sing. and i don't think he realizes how the heating ducts transmit his voice better than the music, giving me a one man serenade. so while i'd like to be sleeping, i'm laying here laughing at falsetto versions of toby keith, taylor swift and george strait. at least he likes good music.

You Hula-Hooping-Sex-Symbol You!

Last night I got my mad skills going. First with my Young Women we shook our groove-thang with a little Car Dancing, turned performance, for a talent show. It was fabulous. All should know the car dance, it's required in my mind and my dear high school/college friends would probably agree. While our car dancing with the girls is usually confined to a car, or the "privacy" of the church parking lot, this was for all the marbles. The Young Women were great, a little car dancing, "sprinkler" and a little "lawn mower." And since I just can't seem to get enough of humiliating myself, two friends and I got a little Synchronized Hula Hooping going on for an additional performance. Hula on the arms, neck, hips, arms to hips, the works. Combine this with some tunes and it made for an entertaining evening. Some people in my neighborhood were apparently very unaware that I "had this in me" as they saw me as very "proper, responsible and mature." Ha! In the words of Jeff, "Wow, you REALLY had them fooled."