cousins...

my cousin megan got married just a couple of weeks ago! here are 2 pics my dad snapped of the cousins...


i flipped the pic of the boys so each of our respective brothers would be underneath us. ocd? a little.

okay, a lot.

.

our kid totally looks like me...

...don't you think?




except for in this one... this one is all justin.



we got to hear the heartbeat this time... a healthy 163 beats per minute. and they turned the setting to some thermal detecting thingee... and we got to see the blood flow! you can see it go down the umbilical cord, into and all around baby, and back up the umbilical cord. probably the coolest thing to ever see besides the baby. and when, on the screen, we saw the alien face turn toward us and wave at us. for real. it was very sci fi.

unfortunately they weren't able to do the screening because the kid is a couple of millimeters short. yes, i'm serious. i have to go back... scheduled for next friday 11/6. so i'll have some more baby pics!

.

things that make you go hmm...

bloomingdales.com, $200:



thankfully, they are no longer available. or i might have ordered some. because i never pass up an opportunity to spend ridiculous amounts of money on something that will inevitably end up contaminated with dog poo (among other things... that's my luck).

besides... i prefer the more trendy, flip-flops and legwarmers.

um, don't you?

.

hormones...

...should be illegal.

we took the baby to it's first texans game yesterday! as if it had a choice. it was awesome. i wish i'd remembered to get a picture. story of my life.

we had a little incident. i cried. in front of the whole stadium. because i didn't have cash for ice cream. not that the whole stadium noticed. i won't go into details, except to say that the situation was rectified. thank you cody.

how.embarrassing.

and then i woke up crying from a dream in the middle of the night.

...the hell?

anyway.

i can certainly deal with the hormones as long as i don't get sick. things have gone quite nicely as far as sickness is concerned. i've had two bad days/nights. i consider myself lucky.

we're going to the monday night game next month. this kid is so spoiled already. i didn't go to my first game until i was 28... this kid will have attended 2 games while only in utero!

that's it for now, i guess. my next prenatal appt is tomorrow. they do a complete physical at this one. but nothing exciting. i have a doctor's appt today to perform the nuchal translucency something or other. it consists of an ultrasound so they can measure the amount of fluid at the base of the baby's neck, and they draw my blood. it's to test whether or not the baby is at an increased risk for down syndrome, spina bifida, and certain other things. i'm sure all will be well. we're pretty positive people like that.

but i believe i'll get a copy of the ultrasound pics! if so, i'll definitely post them.

on 10 years of marriage...

justin and i have been married for 10 blissful years.

okay, so for the sake of honesty, not all 10 of them were bliss... but they are now... and i can tell you that, for me, it worth having to experience those anguishing moments of the past to be where we are today, which is unbelievably happy...

and pregnant! we are 10 weeks on our 10th wedding anniversary!

i've been tweaking this post for last couple of months. it's a list of ten reasons i fall in love with my husband over and over again... 10 years, 10 reasons. get it?

no it did not take me months to come up with 10, but rather to narrow it down to 10! really!

i had originally planned to slip this list into his pocket or a lunch bag today, or maybe tape it to the shower door this morning. but after further internal debate, i decided to post it on my blog for all to see. i want EVERYONE to know how special my guy is!


so here goes...

1) he helps with so much of the housework, not just dishes or vacuuming, ALL of it. he doesn't complain, he doesn't use it against me at a later date, and he never makes me feel quilty... but i'm pretty good at that myself.

2) he cares... knows just what i need, when i need it. he'll stop me midway through something or en route to somewhere in the house because i have that look... the one that says "i need a hug". he tells me i'm beautiful at the exact moment i need to hear it. you know, like when i'm standing (probably naked) in front of the bathroom mirror wondering which body parts to tackle at the gym first because they all appear beyond repair.

3) he's there for me. when ever. where ever. he defends me. even when i might be wrong. but, really, how often is that?

4) he makes me laugh. and he never stops trying! especially now that he gets his own commentary on my blog when he's successful!

5) he still likes to play video games. for hours. like a kid. ...i love guitar hero. he doesn't. but he still plays it with me. and it makes me feel special.

6) he's thoughtful, considerate, and forgiving. he never intentionally says anything to hurt me... because he knows that while hurtful words usually have little affect on me, they are oh so painful when coming from him. and he forgives me whenever i'm hurtful to him... because, really, how good is any marriage without a little hypocrisy, right?

7) he's a car guy. still. no matter how much i tried to change him (oh how i tried). now i'm thankful that he wants to share his passion with me.

8) he is so unbelievably understanding of all things ME. tolerant is probably a more suitable word in most cases. he gets me. not "he gets me" (which he does), but "he gets me". he gets my sarcasm, my wit, my addictive personality, my spontaneity, my love/hate relationship with freckles, my woody wood pecker laugh... and he loves me anyway.

9) he's a gentleman. he pumps my gas. always. because gas stations are dirty. and he opens doors for me. most of the time.

10) he adores me. and he shows it. in public.

11) he's my baby-daddy! (okay, so that's 11... whatev.) and since i've been pregnant he's giving more than i could've imagined in every aspect of our lives.

...and so there they are, in no particular order. and even after all that mush, he's still all man. he mows the lawn, changes the oil, kills bugs, is content with a farmers tan, and insists on wearing work boots to work and sneakers everywhere else no matter how many people tell him it's acceptable for men to wear sandals too. ::sigh::


justin...

you are so much more to me than i could fit into this short list.

and i would've made it longer, but for the fear that the sickening sweetness dripping from this post might make the masses *puke*.

i don't think i could possibly love you any more than i do, and yet every day i feel i love you more than the last.

i love life with you and want to thank you for bringing me along for the ride...

happy anniversary, snuggy! xo -s

some humor...

somebody e-mailed this to me not too long ago. been meaning to post it. i think it's blogworthy...


I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.

Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.

I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.

Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There were no internet or message boards or FAQs. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.

There is a great need for sarcasm font.

I think everyone has a movie that they love so much it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.

How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

Was learning cursive really necessary?

I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".

How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!

While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it... thanks Mario Kart.

MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

Bad decisions make good stories.

Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!

If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.

Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem....

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.

Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.

There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.

I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'

While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don't win, they are executed.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.

Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.

Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.

I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time... every time...

It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.

I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with liquor than with "Kay".

The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There's nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.

The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.

Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.

Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"

What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?

Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

I think that if, years down the road when I'm trying to have a kid, I find out that I'm sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.

bits n pieces...

i'm sorry this information is coming in bits and pieces. pregnancy is a whole new world for me!

here are the questions people keep asking...

how far along are you?
8 weeks, tomorrow.

when are you due?
may 14, 2010

how long have you known?
since i was 4 weeks (sep 4).

why did you wait so long to tell us?
because i'm a superstitious nutcase. i wanted to get confirmation from my dr that that all was well, and that i am in fact pregnant!

who did you tell first?
um, justin. then ALL of the siblings and parents.

are you sick yet?
um, not so much. i'm pretty sure all of you who have been pregnant are totally jealous... but no, i'm not sick... and yes, it's fabulous. ;)

well then how ARE you feeling?
fine. mostly. tired immediately and without warning. hungry immediately and without warning. i'd say that's the only time i've even felt somewhat sick... when i hadn't eaten for some hours. peeing... all.the.time. among other things... but mostly... fine.

how is justin feeling?
i think he has morning sickness.

did i miss anything? if you'd like to know anything else, i'm happy to share. you know i'm a talker. ask in the comments section and i'll answer you there.