A Time Like No Other

My plan was not to talk about babies and pregnancy all the time. Since we're in Emily World though, this is what is going on.
Pregnancy is really a time like no other.
In what other phase of life is it completely normal to comment on the way people look on a regular basis?
Okay, I got it.
Infancy.
Infancy and Pregnancy are kind of the same.

To the baby: "How big is Emily?" "Soooooo big!!!!!" "I just wanna squeeze those chubby cheeks!" "Let me see that buddha belly!" "Oops, did you just spit up?"

To the baby mama: "Wow! You're really getting big!" "Imma touch your Buddha belly!" "Have you been throwing up?"

Yes, these are the two times in life where it seems to be perfectly acceptable to do & ask these things.
I will say that I have one rule that should be followed by everyone who is ever in contact with a pregnant woman. COMPLIMENTS ONLY! Now is not the time to verbalize your observations, unless you happen to be observing how absolutely stunning and goddess-like she is.
Things like, "I thought you might be expecting, your face is much fuller." or "Looks like you're taking advantage of 'eating for two'." or "Are you sure you're not having twins??"
Perhaps these aren't actual insults...but don't even bother with something that could come off that way.
COMPLIMENTS ONLY!!
Oh, one last thing. I really don't want to hear "oh, you don't even know what's its like..." (being uncomfortable, going through labor, raising children, having teenagers, etc...) You know what? You're right! But what I do know is what it's like right now. So stop. Unless I ask you what it's like, zip it.
This got mean. I'm sorry. One too many non-compliments may do that to a girl.
:)

Sugar & Spice and Everything Nice

Our little nugget is a SHE!

Yesterday we went to the "big" ultrasound, where they check and measure everything. It was one of the greatest days ever. Just watching my baby in there hanging out was so wonderful. I even thought to myself, "if they can't tell us what the sex is, it's okay! I just want it to be healthy!" That was until he just about gave up on looking. He basically told us that we'll have to come back in a few weeks (there was another area he wanted to double check because he didn't have a great view). I was soo disapointed! I started to tear up a little bit, knowing I was being ridiculous...but when you look forward to something so much and it doesn't work out, it's an automatic response.
I snapped out of my self pity when I realized that all too often, I'm sure, there are far more disapointing things that are discovered during a routine ultrasound. So, I am grateful to find out that there are no (obvious) issues at this point.
Anyway...the dr. gave it one last shot, trying to capture my baby's essence. Not sure when I became such a know-it-all when it comes to ultrasounds (after all, this guy is on the board for american ultrasound blahblahs) but I KNEW it was a girl! He wouldn't say it. It was not how I had envisioned it, but little in life is all that predictable!
So he said "I'm 85% sure it's a girl." And then we pretty much got up and left.

A GIRL! I am so scared! And excited! She is going to be decked out in frills and glitter and butterflies. I love her. I can't wait to see what she looks like. I hope she looks like Marcus. With a little dimple. Oh, sweet little girl. You've already changed my life.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I Love ya, Tomorrow!

So...I'm pretty excited for tomorrow. Not only is it Friday, my most favorite day of the week, but we find out what kind of baby I'm growing! Now, I do not question why some people choose to not find out the sex of their baby, but knowing for me is one of the greatest surprises ever. Yes, it's still a surprise, even if you find out before hand, sillies.

I honestly do not have a strong feeling one way or another. It's changed too many times, so I will be pleased no matter what we find out tomorrow.

In an upcoming post I will have to tell you more about me and my goals and aspirations.
But for now, I leave you with a link to one of the most absurd and time consuming websites I've ever discovered. www.theoatmeal.com. This dude is twisted. Enjoy, my little peanut heads!

Consider this blog to have training wheels.

I decided it's high time I start my own blog instead of just creepin around on yours. So...here is a little background:


Marcus and I got married in November 2006. The past 3 and a half years have gone quickly and wonderfully. We always knew we'd start a family someday, and "5 years" seemed to be the answer we'd give when people would ask when. But 5 years in Emily-talk is different than 5 years in Marcus-talk. When Marcus says he'll be done with a project in 20 minutes, it usually is at least another hour. When Emily gives herself an hour to do something, she'll usually wrap it up in 20 minutes. SO...are you catching on here?

I enjoyed thinking ahead to the days where we'd have a little one, but was loving my time and freedom with my husband. We love taking long weekends away, throwing parties at our place, and being spontaneous in general. But after a few years of wedded bliss, we mutually agreed that 2010 could be our year. We started to make the most out of our time going on vacations and being "selfish". We had it in mind that everything changes when you have a baby, and we may not be able to maintain our current lifestyle. In my mind, I'd get pregnant the moment we'd start trying. Marcus planned on it taking a while...or perhaps he just hoped it would. But after "a few" (5 or 6, depending on who you ask...) months, it happened!! Bun successfully in oven!

People love to ask how I found out. I never realized what a personal question it really is. I mean, really...how do you think I found out? I suppose there are a lot of people who weren't "trying" to get pregnant and end up on TLC's "I didn't know I was pregnant". Wait, no. There really shouldn't be that many people.
Basically, folks, I had been hoping for a few months, didn't want to wait another couple of days to take a home pregnancy test, so I peed on a stick. When all you've ever seen is one pink line every time you've tried a test, it's all you expect to see. On this particular day, Mother's Day '10, I saw two lines. My first thought was "oh well, not this month either...." and then....WAIT, WHAAA?? So I ran downstairs, forgot about any cute way I ever thought about telling Marcus and showed him the test. Since he's not overly familiar with the concept, I pretty much had to explain it to him. We were both THRILLED! Couldn't believe it!

So now, at 19 weeks pregnant, I start this blog. I have had a text book, every-symptom possible pregnancy. You name it, I've probably experienced it. Maybe not worse than anyone else, but I've been there! At almost 5 months pregnant, I am feeling much better, and am feeling far less gross than I did for the first several weeks.
Whoever came up with the pregnant woman glow thing is delusional. Unless "glow" is grease, dark circles and blotchy skin. In which case, yes, thank you, I am glowing.

This Friday, we're having the "big" ultrasound. Our plan is to find out the sex. I can't wait. I have ants in my stretchy waist pants. So if you hang tight, you can find out if it's xx or xy.
Needless to say, I am over the moon for this little baby. I know Marcus is too, but I'll do my best not to speak for him. I am looking forward to documenting the next 20+ weeks right here, and hoping for some good advice and fun stories.

Thanks for visiting! :)