Update on the baybee

(yes, that is how I usually pronounce it...except I draw the "ayyyy" and "eeee" out for much longer)

I'm fully into my second trimester now at 17 weeks, so here is a quick update for posterity (and your info, if you care to know):

• The earlier post about the potty trips waning at the beginning of this trimester jinxed me. They say that the frequency of needing to pee decreases with the conclusion of the first trimester, but I go now more than I EVER HAVE BEFORE. I suppose that is due to the arrangement of my inner organs and the pressure on my bladder, but MAN. I go a lot.
• I feel pregnant. I like it.
• A friend of mine lent me a bunch of maternity clothes last week, which has made this month feel like Christmas. Or like the best school shopping of all time (as in, I spent no money AND didn't have to go shopping...win!). I feel cuter than I ever have in my life. I'm so glad it all fits.
• I think maternity pants should be normal people pants. It's like wearing jammies all day long. And I feel like the upper part would smooth out my chubby rolls.
• This baby is made out of potatoes.
• I think I am feeling the baby move, but it is never at a time when I am concentrating on it, so I feel like I can't be sure. It's always while I'm in the middle of something that I feel something super slight and I suddenly am like, "Oh my heck, was that it??". But of course by then the feeling has vanished. Sneaky baby.

"My pleasure!"

There are days when I can eat according to my fancy, but most days.....oh, most days.

Most days Baby dictates the moves I make. And when Baby says, "Get me some Chick-fil-a," it is super hard to tell it no.

Tuesday was one of those days (or was it Monday? Can't be sure...Baby has a hold on that as well). So after much persuasion, pleading, and downright begging, I convinced Darren that we needed to make a Chick-fil-a run.  While we were at it we could go ahead and take care of the Wal-Mart run we also needed to make. We're efficient like that.

So we make our order and proceed as usual through the drive-thru toward the pick-up window.  At the window they hand us our goodies and ask if we want any ketchup or sauce, after which I instruct Darren to ask for Chick-fil-a sauce (YUM) and ranch sauce.

She tried to hand him one of each.

I snickered.  Darren hesitated while staring at her outstretched hands.

(Word to the wise: never hand a couple of fatties....AKA people who like to eat...such a meager amount of sauce)

He takes the sauce from her and says, "Can we get a few more? My wife is pregnant and really hormonal and really wants the stuff."  (Hey, I'll take one for the team if it means we get a lot of sauce....)

She again hands him one of each and turns away, like that is the end our interaction.

(Quick math: Two adults, two orders of fries, two sandwiches.....4 total packets of sauce. Um. Never.)

I snickered again.

Then Darren says through his own smirk--not under his breath, mind you-- "Okay, I guess we're being stingy today..." and puts the truck in gear to leave.

That was when the sweet girl finally woke up. "Oh, did you guys want more?"

Um, yes. As a matter of fact we DO.

So she scooped us up a double handful and sent us off with the typical courtesy of "My pleasure!"

I'll bet it was.

We laughed for about 10 minutes about his accidentally heard stingy comment because it was totally rude, but he totally got away with it. And it totally got us the right amount of sauce.

Parasitic Posterity Pooch

Now that my bump is finally shaping up in a way that makes me look less chubby and more pregnant (finally!), I thought a picture to commemorate the pooch would be appropriate. Typically i'm on a strict every 4th week picture-taking routine, but I wanted to capture the "moment".

I love that little bump already!

14.5 weeks

Marriage

Noun; The state in which a wife learns that it is all too possible to love her husband with all of her heart while desiring to choke his neck with all of her hands.

See also: Perplexing

With Child

I suppose those of you who stalk my Facebook (and let's be honest, who doesn't??) have noticed my announcement concerning the newest member in my life, affectionately known as Fetus Brown (for now--just until I think of something actually cute...). I am 12 weeks along today.

Observations About My Pregnancy:

• Overall, things are going pretty well. I feel good the majority of the time, and compared to some of the horror stories I've heard (see Erin's pregnancy posts from once upon a time) I am having a perfectly comfortable experience.
• That isn't to say that I don't have my moments of sheer discomfort and such. When it hits.....it hits. 
• Symptoms to date, in no particular order: nausea (not as much anymore, but ohhhh it was bad at first), hunger, lack of appetite (an annoying contradiction), an extreme attachment to super pulpy orange juice, dill pickles (a life long love....intensified), a propensity to cry if my emotions go to far in either direction, achy joints, sore all over (especially lower back and hips), massive boobies, fatigue (waning), shortness of breath (not waning), wacko sinuses late and night and early in the morning, dry throat, GAS of a whole new breed, multiple potty breaks during the night, and reeeeeeally really weird dreams. 
• I'm sure there are a couple of miscellaneous ones, but I can't think of them right now.

Darren and I couldn't be more thrilled, and I can't help but hope that we will magically become mature enough for this new life calling by the time Fetus Brown becomes Baby Brown.

But I doubt it. 

Catch up

1. This has been a busy summer for this particular branch of the Brown family. Besides us working allllll the time, I've been busily trying to catch up on Bones (about halfway through the 6th season!) and Darren has been trudging through the original Star Trek series (mega dweeb... ;-)). Okay, so it's only been fake busy, but busy is busy.

2. It occurred to me today that our first married Christmas is less than 6 months away, and I still haven't figured out how to work my sewing machine, so I don't know when or how I will make our stockings! Bother.

3. My cousin Daniel's fiancee Jess (ex-roomie Jess) moved into our complex, in the building directly next to us. Pretty sweet. I went to hang out with them last night, and since I am currently Darrenless, and have nobody to talk to here at home, I am fairly certain I blabbed for a full hour before I left.  They might have said 12 words total.

4. Darren is at Annual Training for the next couple of weeks, which means I am experiencing Military Wife Hurdle #1. It definitely isn't easy, but I comfort myself in knowing that he is in a humidity free environment, and when these two weeks are up, I can be proud that I made it.

I might make it by crying myself to sleep every night while sniffing his t-shirts, but hey, I'll make it.

5. I get to house a few girls for Youth Conference next weekend. Stoked! I love the youth program, but never want a calling there. I just want to be invited to hang out (because I'm a creeper like that).  Housing them means I'm practically invited to the dances.  Also, I was asked to be one of the picture-takers, soooooo.....if anyone has a fit about my booty on the dance floor, I'm going to flash them my fake press pass.

6. My sister-in-law Jaymie is coming to visit us in August! I am super duper excited about that, and am really hoping to sell the area to her so that she moves here....so nobody spoil that for me by telling her the truth, okay? =)

Leave of absence

Man, it has been a WHILE!

Sorry about that, fans.

Quick catch-up on our little lives:

We moved! We are now living in a much bigger and better costing apartment than before, and we'll be here a long long time. I'm pretty pleased. It feels much more like a home, and I don't have to take scary walks to the laundry room because it comes with a washer and dryer installed. Be still my heart.

It also comes with friends who live in the building next to us, which is super awesome.

I suppose that's really it. We officially lead really boring, but fun for us, lives.


Fun bragging fact of the week: our new kitchen is about 4 trillion times larger than our old kitchen.

Love.