"Morning" Sickness...what a crock.

Whoever named it "Morning Sickness" should be shot in the foot.  Lemme tell ya.  It's not just the morning.  It's the afternoon.  It's the evening.  It's the middle of the freakin' night.  Here I was thinking...."Man...if I just make it until noon, I'm good"  and seeing as I sleep until 11ish every day...that would leave roughly one hour to feel like butt.  Oooohhhh no.  So doesn't work that way.  In fact...I am fine when I wake up and all through the day until the evening.   That's when it decides to attack me.  Rude I tell ya.  Just rude.  Maybe my internal clock is set to like UK time...or China time.  Either way...this getting sick at night stuff just sucks.  People keep saying the best way to stay ahead of the nasuea is to eat but honestly...that is the last thing I want to do but we'll give it a shot. 

Maybe I should look into trying these...

Big head.

My friend Kirsty was afraid her first born would come out with a triangle head.  That doesn't frighten me.  What frightens me is this....my husband was 10 pounds when he was born.  His brother...10-something.  Bry's son...10.2 pounds...ALL HEAD.

What if the Frightner comes out with a head like this?  Seriously....I am scared.

BTW...Kirsty's son Noah came out with a PERFECT, non-triangle head.  Perhaps some of my genes will kick in and we'll have a nice 6 pound baby.   I'm crossing my fingers.



Mom says I am neurotic...

...and maybe I am.  Just a litte.  But seriously....since I have changed the prenatals I was taking...I feel 100 times better.  In fact...I have had zero nasuea.  Other than being tired, I would forget I'm pregnant.  So that prompted me to pee on a another stick...just to make sure.  :D  Guess what.  Still pregnant.  LOL

July 7th can't get here fast enough.  So looking forward to our first appointment--minus the fact some random dude will be seeing my crotch.  Then again...it's not like I didn't have a one night stand (or two) where some random dude saw my crotch.  It's just weird for some reason.

Score!

While at Old Navy today, getting a new pair of work pants (no...I am not starting to pooch already..the pants were old!) I couldn't resist going to look at the baby clothes.  Fortunatly for me and my checkbook, they didn't have anything cute in neutral colors.  Of course the section next to baby is maternity clothes.  I figured..what the heck.  Doesn't hurt to look.  Totally scored a pair of jeans for $2.97.  That's right...two dollars and ninety seven cents.  And they are cute!  Yay!  

I know...I know...I am barely pregnant.  But lets face it...I'm going to need them at some point and for less than 3 dollars?!  I had to get them! 

The Frightener!

Ok...so most people who are expecting a baby will come up with some cutesy-type nickname to call the baby, rather than "IT" before they find out the sex/or give birth.  Well for those of you who know Bryan and myself...cutesy really isn't us.  So...I bring you...THE FRIGHTENER!!



Of course....I pray our Frightener looks nothing like this...this thing is damn scary looking...but Bry thought it was hysterical--the face pushing through the wall.  I like the slogan--No Rest for the Wicked.  LOL  I know my mother is probably going to crap her pants when she reads this but after being my mother for 31 years, this really shouldn't surprise her.

31...and Pregnant!

That's right.  Hope you were sitting down for that bombshell.  If someone would have told me that on our 6th month wedding anniversary I would be peeing on a stick (ok...4 sticks) and seeing the word "PREGNANT"  I would have laughed at you...and then punched you in the face. 

Here's how it went down...no perverts...I am not giving THOSE details (I would hope if you are reading this, you'd know how a baby is made)  but how I went from "I'm going to just be an Auntie" to "I'm going to be a Mommy!"  Bry and I had always talked about possibly having a baby at some point.  I'd usually punch him and then laugh and say not a chance.  But about a month ago something kinda changed in my mind where I realized that it wouldn't be such a horrible thing, having a baby.  So one night, somewhere between my third or fourth margarita I gave into Bry and said..."Hey...let's go ahead and try this baby thing.  If it doesn't work this month or next, we'll revisit it next summer."  Well let me tell you...it was made blatantly obvious that we were meant to have a baby seeing as it didn't take but a month. 

So here we are...5 weeks later...4 sticks later PREGNANT.  :D