If you were me I'm sure you'd agree...

Matt came home last night after being gone for the summer. When he came in, the pugs were SO excited! I have never seen them act like that before! He’s moving out today. I have to say that I’ll kind of miss him. He always watches ridiculous reality television with me. However, I’ll be glad that Elliott will have a place of his/her own.

Paul has a friend who also has a pregnant wife. They had recently found out that they were having another boy. He saw him on Sunday, and he told him that she’d lost the baby. That makes me terribly sad. She had to have been at least 5 months pregnant. I think it would be sad to lose a pregnancy at any stage, but especially that far on. I can’t imagine. They have been in my thoughts a lot.

OB round 1

I had my first OB appointment today. And I have to say that I really like my doctor. I’m so glad that I do, because that was something I was very concerned about.

She came in and met us. Answered all of my questions and was very patient with me. Due date is March 9th, although I’m still hoping for the 11th. She told us that it was still to early to hear a heartbeat, but we would get to hear it next time. Then she asked me if I would mind having an ultrasound done. They’d just got the new ultrasound machine today and she was needing some practice. It would be no cost to me or my insurance, she just needed practice. My response “Are you kidding me?!? What are we waiting for?” Way better than hearing the heartbeat!

So we went into the other room and we saw our tiny little gummy bear! It was so tiny and cute! I can’t even stand how cute it is! We saw it’s heart beating like a little disco ball. Tiny little arms and legs! Definately one of the top 5 coolest things that’s ever happened to me!

On the way home Paul asked me “Were you afraid that there wasn’t gong to be a baby in there?” And that thought never occured to me. It does make it more real now that we’ve seen the baby. I can’t wait to meet him/her in person!

It's 2 in the A.M.

I woke up not feeling very good. Decided to eat some leftover pizza and, surprisingly, I feel a lot better!

We went to a coworkers wedding this afternoon. I was asked to help set up the reception, and I agreed. However, it was very unclear as far as directions go. She had talked about me driving her truck to the reception, which is fine, but she was off of work after Monday and never got into contact with me. Paul and I parked next to, what I thought, was her truck. It was green and had the same “In loving memory” sticker on the back window.

So when I didn’t see the bride waiting to give me instruction after the ceremony and saw someone else drive off in the green truck, I figured that she had appointed someone else to drive the truck over. That is, until we are on our way over and I get a call from one of the bridesmaids. So we go back. I finally find the person they told me had the key, and they are also helping set up, so they are following me. I’m doing fine following the directions I (and everyone else) received on a slip of paper at the ceremony, until it says to turn right onto 25th street and 25th street is COMPLETELY CLOSED!

I call Paul to see how he got there and HE IS AT HOME! By this time I’m almost in tears. However, after many, many wrong turns I finally drive the caravan into the parking lot. We get the stuff inside and other guests who have already arrived help set things up. The bride is satisfied when she arrives.

Note to self: NEVER AGREE TO HELP ANYONE WITH ANYTHING EVER AGAIN (at least not while I’m still pregnant and get easily mad, sad, frustrated, super pissed, etc, etc!)

I’m not the kind of person who can get up in the middle of the night to pee and fall peacefully back to sleep afterwards. That is why I have been up this week at 5am, 5am, and now 2am. Gah!

A lot of people have an opinion about what kind of “parts” they want my baby to have. Which I think is very weird, because I couldn’t care one way or another, I just want it to be healthy. Everyone says that, I know! When I was younger I had no idea how people could say that. You have to have a preference right? I’ve thought about, and I would be absolutely thrilled either way.

Wouldn’t it be weird if the gender of your baby was chosen by people calling in and voting like on American Idol?

So, I’m pregnant! I really had no idea that it would happen so fast! Paul’s sister has been trying to get pregnant for like 7 years and then we get it right the first try! I’m blown away!

I texted my mom a picture of the test. She called immediately with tears of joy. I called and told my grandmother that she was expecting her first great grandchild and she was thrilled. She said that she was going to share the news when she went to family night at chuch that night. My MIL talked to me for a long time about stuff I already know (because I have google) but I let her induldge me.

I don’t feel pregnant. I guess I won’t until I feel the baby move.

Yesterday was an exciting day!

So I got bit by a cat this morning. Really, that is an understatement. My fingers started to swell immediately. I went to immediate care and now I’m home with two anitbiotics and some Tylenol. Here are some pics of the awfulness.

My fingers look like sausages!

My fingers hurt so bad!

It's offical.

So, we’re trying to make a baby. That’s right, Paul and I are having unprotected sex. Which is kind of weird to tell people. Maybe that is why I haven’t told very many people. I’m socially awkward enough without having to tell people about how I have my sex!

I’m very excited though.

It’s kind of funny. When you are a teenager, you’re told that you can get pregnant no matter what. On your period, in a bathtub, standing up, even if you don’t have sex!!! However, when you’re TTC (trying to concieve), you can only get pregnant within a three day period!

This is our first month of trying. I’m in the 2ww (two week wait) right now. I don’t expect to get pregnant on the first go, but it would be really cool! Cool because the EDD (estimated due date) would be March 11 and that is perfect! My birthday is January 9, Paul’s birthday is February 10, and Elliott’s (yes, it already has a name) birthday would (hopefully) be March 11. 1/9 2/10 3/11!

So we will see!

I woke up this morning and this was my thought process:

It’s light outside.

What time is it? (6:15am)

Shit, I forgot to set my alarm.

Me: “Shit!”

I have an hour until I have to be at work.

Shit, I don’t have anything to wear!

Wait, is it Sunday?

Me: “Is it Sunday?!?”

Paul: “Yes.”

Lindsay and Michael got married last night

I was a bridesmaid for the first time. It was fun to get our hair done and get dressed and be pretty. But not as fun as being the bride.

Lindsay was freaking out before the ceremony. She was freaking out about all the people- everyone looking at her. I kept telling her, “You’re not even going to see any of those people. You’ll see your husband and that’s all that is going to matter to you.” And I was right!

We danced our asses of at the reception. “Proud to be an American” officially became a wedding tradition. Paul and I electric slided a bit. We did the circle to “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It was fun!