Items of Business

1. I feel her move! Coolest. feeling. ever.

2. Now that I've had an ultrasound and seen that there is indeed a baby in there--and I can indeed feel it move--for the first time in my life I can make the connection between what incubates in pregnant bellies and the tiny humans mothers carry around. They really are the same thing.

5. In one of the ultrasound images she looks like Predator (according to Darren and everyone I've shown...I wouldn't know, but then again I totally avoid creepy movies). Even so, it is an awesome picture.

6. I need a real people job. At least until the baby comes.

7. I made breakfast sausage gravy for the first time last week, and I have to say that it did not taste undelicious. I was super proud of myself.

8. The same can't be said for the biscuits we were supposed to eat with them. Let's just say we had toast and gravy for dinner that night.

9. Tonight for date night we are going to have pizza and watch "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas".  I saw the end of the movie once when I found David watching it at home, and swore to myself that I would never ever watch it because it kind of made me want to cut myself.  But then Darren insisted....so here we go.

If you hear the distant sound of a banshee tonight, it is most likely me. Darren has never seen me more than sniffle or wipe my eyes in a movie, but I predict that he will repent of making me watch this one.

I have tissues ready.

10. We have another new massage therapist at work, and she is darling. She also gives super awesome massages, which this girl can definitely appreciate.  For those of you who know where I work or how to contact me, I suggest you do so in order to take advantage of our $19 special introductory rate. Price can't be beat.

11. We are in search of a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally cheap (or free...that's good too) king size bed, so iff'in you know of anything, please let me know. Between me, my belly, my pillows, and my husband, we no longer fit comfortably (and things were already kind of tight before). Queen just doesn't cut it.

12. I discovered the world's tastiest frosting last week online. Sorry, Mom! I still love your recipe, but this stuff just has a consistency and flavor that works so good for my mouth, and it is super easy to use (for me....I am ridiculous when it comes to  trying to manipulate frosting on pastries so this is a pretty significant find).

13. Baby is growing pretty quickly this week, which is not something I thought I would ever noticed.  It has been so gradual all along that the sudden changes in balance, comfort, and sleeping are startling.

14. She also hates when I sit for too long. Ladies with short torsos (spelling?) are at a disadvantage when it comes to fitting a baby in with all the other junk we have wedged in our abdomen....in my scientific opinion.

It's Friday! Happy weekend everybody!

Little mister or little miss?

We learned the good news yesterday!

She's a squirmy little one and measures in at a little over 17 weeks.

Due date February 5, 2013

I am beeeeeyond excited.

Also, notice how that sweet head is situated directly on my bladder (the black space it wears like a hat). 

That is why the bathroom and I are such good friends right now.

And why my knuckles are drying out due to over-washing.

However, 

WE COULDN'T BE MORE THRILLED.

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.