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A List of Reasons to show that I officially have Pregnant Brain

1. I went on a walk this morning before work and it took 15 minutes before I checked to make sure I was wearing pants. It went down like this - thought in my head: "Oh SHIT, do I have pants on?" look down, second thought "oh, thank god."

2. On the way to work I thought about my aunt, Olivia Newton-John. No,Olivia Newton-John is not my aunt. I was just thinking that it would be cool if she was.

3. It took me 5 hours to do one load of laundry. It was a medium load too.

4. I literally sulked at the dinner table last night like a child because Danny wouldn't change the channel  from the vice presidential debate to the U football game. I literally scrunched my face up like a 1 year old and breathed really hard through my nose (go ahead, you try it...I'll wait). Then I sat there for a few minutes weighing the consequences that would come with grabbing the remote and changing the channel really fast to the game.

Here's what held me back: 1. Danny would say  "We have 2 other TVs in the house watch the game on one of those!" That wouldn't work because I wanted to watch the tiny, itty bitty kitchen TV that he was watching. 2. I had no idea what channel the game was on so my effort to steal the remote would have immediately been futile. 3. I would rather sit and sulk for a few more seconds then start thinking about my cool Australian aunt that starred in Xanadu and Grease.

5. I was so tired at 3 in the morning when I got up for my nightly pee that I tried to stay semi-asleep but still walk to the bathroom and take care of business. Guess what happens when you try to do that - ummm...you run into doors and stub toes which not only completely wakes you up but puts you in a lot of pain!

A Week in the Life

I started a project this week called "a week in the life" which basically documents the boring and sometimes delightful times that make up my day-to-day. I figured now was a good time to start because life won't be the same in a few months once Baby K arrives.

I got the idea from Ali Edwards -- I read her blog almost daily. Basically you document your life using pictures plus words.

So below are some pictures plus words from the first day of this week-long project.

       

Danny makes dinner - the menu - chicken, salad and pilafi (greek lemon rice). I help...a little.

 

Watching Dancing with the Stars -- rooting for Cloris Leachman

 

Danny enjoys some wine -- I'm looking forward to enjoying a glass too one day.

 

I set the table and Danny takes a blurry picture of me (thanks babe)

 

A few moments of reading after dinner is cleaned up.

Ferris begs me for cuddles

 

Reading turns into napping. And no, Danny's not sucking his thumb. He just always sleeps with his hand next to his mouth.

WOW! I just realized something...Monday night was BOOOOORING!

Getting sucked in...

First, please excuse this blog post. It could be boring and incoherant because I'm sitting in front of the TV and Lipstick Jungle is on. So you may think that I'm a Lipstick Jungle fan. No, I'm not-- never seen the show before. But this is what happens. I can get sucked into a story in only a matter of seconds.

I know I've inherited this from my mom because I remember her doing the same thing. I'd be trying to talk to her about school, my zit cream refills, or how a girl at swim practice had slapped me across my face and I still wasn't sure why....let's not drudge up those memories. Anyways, my mom would be watching tv and within seconds I could tell she wasn't listening to me anymore. You think this would piss me off. Well, maybe it would for about 23 seconds but then I'd slowly turn my attention to what she was watching and would suddenly forget what I came in to talk to her about because I'd become emersed in the TV show too.

So I'm hoping that I have the same "sucked in" reaction to Twilight. I know, I know, most of you read this book ages ago. I'm a bit late to join this train.

I started the book this weekend after a friend at work let me borrow her copy. I'm not to the vampire part yet, but I'm worried that it's going to get to the blood sucking and I will quickly close the book while shaking my head. I have such a hard time with far-fetched plots and my propensity for being sucked in may not work this time. However, I don't want to end up like Danny, the only person who hasn't seen "The Princess Bride," and on a daily basis doesn't get a reference because it's from a movie that the ENTIRE world has seen. Can you believe he hasn't watched that movie? I know every scene and line by heart! Sometimes I'll put a line from the movie in a conversation just to piss him off. Please feel free to use this bit of inside info on Danny and watch him unravel.

P.S. Paige Davis ads for RC Willey are really starting to bug. Your thoughts?

Ode to Family

I consider myself a pretty happy person, but when I stand back and take a good look at the people around me, I should really be ecstatic. Here's why:

1. I've been married exactly 7 years to the day and my husband bought me tickets to see My Fair Lady last night. I know he doesn't want to go because he winced a little when I first brought it up, but what I'm trying to say is he's pretty adorable.

2. Danny's mom and dad drove clear up from Price a few weekends ago to help us paint the nursery and our bedroom too. They work hard all week and somehow found the energy to help us out. What a pair of lovelies! (yes, I just made that word up)

3. My brother and his wife took time away from their busy weekend (that time is sacred, I know) to help us paint. I love having them so close to us.

4. When we remodeled our closets my mom and Jim came round during the day to spakle and paint. Without all this help we'd still be living in craziness. I don't know how people survive remodeling jobs.

5. My dog Ferris wasn't feeling well this weekend so we gave him a bath. He had been in a funk for most of the day but after his bath he was such a happy little guy! It doesn't take much sometimes.

One of the big reasons why we moved back to Utah from New York was to be closer to our family because we missed them so much -- and it's no wonder. They're pretty incredible! I just hope that one day they will let us return the kindness.

Nightie Night!

Danny and I have been working hard on getting the nursery ready to go. We're not done just yet but it's getting there.

Here are the before and after pics:

Here's the before:

 

And here's the after: TA DA!

 

Having the nursery almost ready is pretty strange. The mattress in the crib still has the plastic on it and there's a picture of a baby sleeping. I'll sometimes look in there and think "so that's what a baby will look like in there....interesting." Last week, late at night, Danny peeked in the nursery and acted out some "goodnight baby" scenes that changed depending on the age of the child (I think he got to around age 14). I won't go into detail because it crossed the "I'll share this on my blog" lines but I was crying with laughter. I feel bad sometimes that I'm the only one that gets to see these improvised comedic moments because they're hilarious.

I realize we're both a little strange to be doing these things in anticipation of becoming parents, but we're basically filling-up time before the new fall TV season starts.

I'm back!

I haven't blogged in over a month because I've had pregnancy-induced blog aversion. I swear I'm not making this up.

I haven't wanted to read many blogs let alone write on my own. So please excuse my absence of late. I'll be better about updating in the next few months because so much seems to be happening! So I have a lot to say.

Just a few updates:

I have 9 weeks and 4 days to go before Baby K arrives

The crib and changing table are all set to go

I'm trying to slow the time down because things seem to be going way too fast. I'm so excited to become a mom but want to also enjoy these last few weeks of just Danny and Me.

Now that my blog aversions are over I've been perusing my favorites and found www.yearbookyourself.com/ on Cathy Zielske's blog. This woman cracks me up on a daily basis. I sometimes talk to Danny about her like we're friends, "Oh Cathy - guess what she made Dan tonight for dinner..." Dan is Cathy's husband. I also know the names of her children and that she has baby pictures of herself hanging up in her bathroom. Why do I know this? Because of her cute blog! Danny usually indulges me--letting me go on and on about her sometimes, and then he'll gently remind me that she has no idea who I am. Which is absolutely, completely true.

Anyways! back to www.yearbookyourself.com/     Danny and I spent a good hour today playing around on this site. You HAVE to try it out. It's crazy...and I'll bet you money that one of the pictures will make you gasp and say, "OMG, that's my mom!"

Here are a few pics we made:

Graduated 1966 

Graduated 1968

Graduated 1980 This was my mom in the mid 80's.

Graduated 1994 (I think I had hair similar to that in the 90's)

And here's Danny

 

Graduated 1956 (OMG, that looks so real)

 

Graduated 1980 (Danny could pass as the drummer for Toto here, or the guy who got them their weed)

    Graduated 1984 (Nice blow out)

 Graduated 1988 (this guy's a douchebag -- I would have thought he was cute).

Enjoy! I'll see you all soon.

Garden Gone Wild

I was going to dedicate this post to something I found this weekend while going through some old boxes. They're my first pair of glasses that I had in 6th grade. Unfortunately, the picture was so bad I couldn't bare to post it. So I'm going to take a better one (hopefully) and post it later.

I, therefore, decided to show you before and after pictures of our garden. BORING! I know...but it's all I've got tonight and I haven't posted in a while.

This is the first garden that we've planted and let's just say we've learned a few lessons. Like don't plant 10 tomato plants because while they may start out small they grow to be giants! Basically everything has been overrun by the damn tomato plants. To show you what I mean, here are 2 pictures. The first was taken when we planted the garden at the beginning of June. The second was taken about 2 weeks ago and things have gotten worse. Let's just say if you know me I'll probably be offering you tomatoes pretty soon.

 

It's a BOY!

Yesterday we went in for our 20 week ultrasound to check out the baby and find out the sex. Even though I was 90% sure it was a boy there was still a part of me that thought...what if I'm wrong?

I've had a few dreams about the baby and it's always been a boy. Last week I dreamt that I was at the ultrasound, we found out it was a boy, but it was a cartoon boy and he was swimming around in my stomach -- clothes on and everything!

The ultrasound appointment was quite clinical. The doctor checked for all the appendages, checked out the brain and the spine, the kidneys and the heart. It all kind of looked the same to me but luckily the doctor had done one of these before and knew what he was looking at. In the end everything was accounted for and I couldn't be happier to hear that! 

The doctor got to the bottom half of the baby and said, "What do you think it is?" I said that I thought it was a boy and he said, "yep, I think so too." He continued to take pictures of my baby's organs and at last he said "yes, you're looking at your future son."

Whoa...heavy. A son! I took one look at Danny and knew he was thinking the same thing.

So here we have it. You're looking at 2 feet, 2 legs, buttcheeks, and one baby pee pee.

Love can make you corny

Danny and I went to Price today to visit Danny's dad for Father's day. We hung out for a few hours and grilled steaks for dinner. Around 7 pm we got in the car for the 2 hour ride home. On our way out of town we stopped at Market Express for water and a "ride home treat." I got a small box of lemon heads and grape heads but Danny couldn't figure out what he wanted. I followed him around the aisles for a minute and then he said "I don't know if I'm feeling something salty or sweet." Now, maybe it's my pregnancy hormones or maybe I just think my husband's adorable, but something about him saying that made me want to give him a hug and say "I love you."  And so that's what I did.

Corny? Yes...but I don't care.

Happy Father's and Future Father's Day!

One Concert, 2 Adult Decisions and My Pregnant Ass at Kanye West

Adult Decision number 1: This morning as Danny and I were getting ready for work we decided to sell our Rihanna/Kanye West tickets on CraigsList. We thought that with a baby on the way (for those of you who don't know...I'm Pregnant!!!) it would be best to sell them and get the $170.00 bucks (the cost of 2 tickets). We thought it was an adult decision and we were actually quite proud of ourselves.

Danny listed the tickets and a guy called to buy them right away. When Danny told me the news at work I was kind of mad. "You mean we're not going to Kanye tonight?" I said. After getting off the phone with Danny I thought...DAMN, well that really SUCKS! Being an adult makes me disgruntled!

To my amazement, the guy from craigslist never called back and didn't buy the tickets afterall. SWEET! IT'S BACK ON! I felt it was okay to be excited because we had honestly tried to do the right thing and it simply fell through. So I got home, we went and had a slice, and headed down to the concert.

Adult Decision Number 2: There was a huge line in front of the E-Center doors because everyone had to be thouroughly searched. Suddenly I was surrounded by my LEAST favorite people: YOUTHS. Once we got into the concert we found our seats and they were AWESOME! Down on the floor, and just a few rows back. There were 2 opening acts - Lupe Fiasco (never heard of him) and NERD (like them and I think Pharrell Williams is hot). We were actually hoping to miss part of the openers but the concert started late. The lights finally go down and out comes Lupe Fiasco. "Oh shit that's loud!" is my first thought. The bass is completely shaking my insides! My intial reaction was to cover my stomach with my arms as if I could cover the baby's ears! This reaction makes me nervous about what kind of mother I'll be but let's not get into that. But there I was, sitting down in my seat with everyone around me on their feet and I was clutching my stomach like a crazy woman.

We stayed for 2 songs then went out into the foyer. I called my sister-in-law because her mom's a nurse. The nurse said it would be fine. Danny and I searched on his Crackberry for "concerts pregnant" and the internet claimed that all was fine. I called my pregnant friend Corinne and she said she had talked to her doctor about concerts and was told it was fine and she had even gone to see Gwen Stefani.

Alright! We had clearance! but then Danny said it: "What if our baby is deaf because of some shitty Lupe Fiasco song." And that was it. With our heads down, still clutching our $85.00 tickets we walked out of the concert. Had we gone back in I would have sat there worrying about my baby rattling around inside of me going, 'what the hell is going on out there!'

We ended up driving to the grocery store to buy milk and Golden Grahams.