*ouch*

I don't know what's happening to me!!
(oh yeah...pregnancy...)

I woke up this morning and to my horrific surprise I couldn't move!!!

Well, technically I could, but it was difficult.

My back feels like I broke it two and sewed it together again...I can't sit straight, and there's a constant ache in the lower part of my back. It's not like I slept in a funny position or slept on nails last night, so I don't know what the deal is!!! I feel like an old hag. IT HURTS!!

I want one of the body pillow things...I heard it helps with pregnant sleeping ladies. Anyone know where to find one?

Halfway

I can't believe I made it.

I'm 20 weeks prego.

Halfway.

In another 20 weeks I'll be holding the little guy.

It went by so fast.

I'm going to be a mom.

Jeff's going to be a DAD.

Crazy.

But we're crazy excited!

No stretch marks yet...

...on my tummy, that is...

No more morning sickness!

THANK GOODNESS!!

Now I just eat like crazy.

Hope I don't gain too much weight...

Little baby boy is moving like crazy.

I think he thinks I'm a jungle gym.

He's bouncing and doing somersaults all the time.

Sometimes it takes me by surprise...

...and I freak out a little bit...

But I love it.

And I love him.

We're going to have the cutest baby ever.

As long as he doesn't come out with Jeff's nose.

Just kidding, Jeff.

I love your nose.

:)

One day I'll get to meet my little boy...

And we're so happy.

The Little Alien

So it's almost been a week, but better late than never...

IT'S A BOY!!!!

We had the ultrasound last week on June 9, and it was an awesome experience. The best part was probably when Jeff found out it was a boy--his face exploded with excitement and he said, THAT'S RIGHT BABY!!! ...and then confessed, Deep down I really wanted a boy.

Yeah. NO DUH.

(Techincally he had me fooled because I honestly thought he wanted a girl...but come on now...it's JEFF. The sports nut. The manly man's man. Yeah.)

I didn't get to see the monitor at first when the technician was measuring everything and Jeff looked so confused...when I finally did get to see him, he was beautiful :) No worries!

Sorry, no pictures.

Well, maybe later when I'm not so lazy and can scan them onto my computer.

And in other news, I finally felt him yesterday morning while I was laying in bed right after I woke up (so I know it wasn't gas or something)

I wasn't sure if it was the baby, so I started rubbing my abdomen and he did a somersault or something because I saw my stomach move!!! IT'S ALIVE!! It was so different and exciting! I made Jeff put his hand on my tummy to see if he could feel it too...

AND HE DID!!

It was awesome.

wANt FoOd...

So I'm at home, sitting on the couch, when my stomach starts yelling at me...oh, right, I should probably eat. Someone is hungry. So I mosey on over to the kitchen to wrangle me some lunch...and I'm thinking about what we might have in the pantry...or the freezer...or the fridge...and then I remember that my lovely husband bought me some Spaghetti-O's the night before!!!! Sah-weet! I know that some people may not be so fond of this delicacy, but it has sentimental value for me. (Plus I'm pregnant so I have weird cravings...okay??)

SIDE NOTE: I'm pretty sure everyone's mom made them some kind of special lunch or treat growing up...something that not everyone else was familiar with, whether that was peanut butter sandwiches with bananas or, in my case, Spaghetti-O's with buttered toast)

ANYWAY, I'm SO excited to have my Spaghetti-O's and toast! I whip out 2 pieces of bread, the toaster, butter, a plate for my toast, a bowl for my Spaghetti-O's, utensils, and finally THE CAN. I have it all set out and ready to go...the first step is to open THE CAN. So I rummage around looking for our can opener, because unfortunately THE CAN doesn't come with that convenient little tab you can just pull up and ::VOILA:: it's open. No. THE CAN has to be difficult. So I'm looking for our dang can opener when I remember that it was a piece of crap. And because my lovely husband doesn't have any tolerance for unuseful tools, he threw it out. As in the garbage. As in I no longer have a way to open THE CAN. Cringe...my stomach growls. I WANT MY SPAGHTTI-O'S AND TOAST! That's what I want, that's what I have out, and so that's what I'm eating.

Being the ingenious, starving, pregnant lady I am, I resorted back to my caveman roots and opened THE CAN my way.

Tools: A hammer, a nail, and some wire cutters.

Thank you. Thank you very much. It tasted fantastic. And no, I did not get any shrapnel in my Spaghetti-O's.

Unfortunately though, later that night when my dad came over I was severely mocked when I related my caveman experience. My dad picked up the pocket knife from off my kitchen table and so kindly explained the use of a can opener.
Great.

Well that's a first...

Last night while Jeff and I were at the checkout lane in Sprouts the cashier asked me when I was due...

Do I really look that pregnant?

:)

(15 weeks)

14 Weeks...and my First Doctor's Appointment

Today was my first appointment with the baby doctor!! It was a fantastic experience...

Before I go on, let's dissect the word fantastic...just so we're all on the same page here...

FAN*TAS*TIC: adjective: odd and remarkable; bizarre; grotesque; marvelous

Okay, great. Now we all understand my plethora of emotions and why I felt them...yes?

No?? What don't you understand about my day being bizarre and marvelous at the same time?

Well, okay, fine, besides being completely unclothed under a thin sheet of nothingness and having my first ever pap smear (Jeff: What's a pap smear?), today was the most incredible day of my life. I heard my sweet baby's heartbeat. I almost cried I was so overwhelmed. It was bizzare, but most definitely marvelous...it's so strange to me...and having heard it, makes it all so much more REAL. I have a little baby inside me!!!!!!! And it's ALIVE!

I had Jeff come with me, mostly because I didn't want to go by myself, but also because I wanted to share the experience with him. After all...it is his baby too...
(I'm just doing all the work!!)

...after we heard the heartbeat and the doctor left, Jeff was all about trying to master the sound of the heartbeat...
If anybody wants a reenactment, Jeff's got it down :)

So anyway, after the heartbeat, I was measured and told that I'm right where I'm supposed to be, I got a nice breast exam, and then I had some blood drawn (Jeff was on the verge of freaking out...HAHAHAHA! I don't have any issues with it...) Oh, and the OFFICIAL DUE DATE is November 12th. I was one day off. Oh well.

I'm so happy and so pleased...I can't wait to meet him/her!

Our next adventure is set for June 9...that's our first ultrasound, and when we get to find out the sex of the baby :)

It's called a hair CHOP.

So...surprise!!!!! Spur of the moment I decided to CHOP my hair off...

...and by CHOP I mean all 13 inches of it.

(Ignore the fact that I'm grabbing my butt...we're looking at the hair here...)

I've actually wanted to cut my hair for ages now, but I've always been too chicken to follow through with it...probably because I've never cut my hair shorter than my shoulder IN MY LIFE. But I felt like doing something drastic, something new, something different...and ::voila:: this is what I came up with...

Funniest part of it is, Jeff didn't know anything about it until I came home...

...good thing he loved it :)

(I just realized how pasty white I look...time for some summer sun!)

My thanks go to Jennifer who cut my hair perfectly, to my mom and sisters who kept up my confidence before I could change my mind, and to Danielle who helped me find the 'do!!

I LOVE IT!