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BOY! We have ourselves a little mini-Jeff, guys! I, for one, am pretty stoked about that! Honestly, I just want a healthy baby, whether boy or girl. But, I was kinda thinking it was a dude from the beginning...Jeff was certain it was a girl, and he had me pretty much convinced by the time our ultrasound rolled around. So, when the US tech said 'Oh, it's definitely a boy!', I was actually kinda surprised! I know Jeff was, too..it was pretty funny:) I will definitely say it was one of the coolest experiences I've ever had, getting to see the little guy flipping around in there! Apparently he likes his hands behind his head so he can 'sun tan', haha. The US tech was really nice & super informative & talked us through the whole thing, pointing out all the good stuff: kidneys, healthy brain, closed spinal cord..we have a healthy baby on our hands, and that makes me so happy, since I'm the perpetual worrier & always envisioning the worst possible outcome in everything.

On to the next thing of importance: Baby Bump Pics! You guys are sweet to want to see them, & I finally feel like you can kinda tell, so without further adieu:


Thank goodness for Shade shirts..those things are so nice & long, stretchy & SOFT!

If you can't tell by the expression on my face, I'm not much of a picture girl..I just feel silly..but oh well :)

Side note: I find myself oddly in to the show 'Glee'. Please don't make fun of me, guys! I'm not much of a TV girl, but this show is turning into crack for me..how weird...ANYWHO! Have a good one! :)

OH! btw..I'm 19 weeks..yay!

Did I REALLY just do that?

I thought it was a myth...like the Yeti, or the Loch Ness Monster. But I'm here to tell you it's real, & it's fearsome..a true force to be reckoned with: The dreaded PREGNANCY BRAIN!!!



Yeah, yeah, yeah...laugh if you want to! I sure did! Seriously..who forgets keys & wallets & small children?? Hmmm...make that person ME!

Last week, I forgot my purse...got to work & realized I had absolutely no way of paying for food to feed my ravenous appetite!! Luckily, a kind co-worker took pity on me & bought me lunch (Thanks, Rachael..you're aweseome!)

I've been setting things down & coming back an hour later looking for it! Dialing phone numbers & forgetting who I'm calling....

However, the crowning moment was last night: Forgot my shoes! Yup.

I don't like to wear my work shoes anywhere but work (the things are crawling with nasty hospital germs, despite being boiled in Clorox on a regular basis!) So, Jeff & I went to his parents for some good ol' Sunday dinner. I packed all my work paraphanelia into my car so I could leave straight from there. I remember pulling my shoes out & leaving them by the garage door...and that's where they stayed, apparently! 'Cause I got to work..& no shoes to put on! Now, work requires closed toed shoes to be worn. This indeed was a dilemma. LUCKILY, I had a pair of cute, red, Keds Ballet Flats in the back seat. Closed Toed. Rubber Soled. Oh, did I also mention blister-inducing, arch-killing, & back-breaking??!

No one does sore feet like a pregnant chick. I'd like to top that: no one does sore feet like a pregnant NURSE! Geez Freakin' Louise!! This night has got to end before I chop my feet off!!!

Anyone have any memory tricks? This could get old fast!

One of THOSE days!

And by 'THOSE' days I mean a truly great one! Do you ever wake up in a really wonderful mood, feeling productive & happy for absolutely no good reason except that you have a damn good life? This post will annoy the crap outta' me next time I'm grumpy, I'm sure, but for now I just want to wish you all a fabulous, perfect weather, day..which I will be enjoying by actually cleaning my house, paying my bills & jogging my dog..I hope your day goes just as great, guys!

Dear Comcast...

PLEASE bring your glorious service to my neighborhood! PLEASE!! I can't take waving around the little, plastic 'modem' thingy from another, slower, less superior company, just PRAYING for '4 lines of service', instead of 3...(or heaven forbid, 2 lines!) anymore!! Because when I find a spot with 4 lines, it's usually in a spot where I can't set said plastic thingy down! And, it drains my energy, and my motivation, which is in short supply right now as it is!

And now...RANDOM THOUGHTS:

I'm growing oddly fond of Rachael Ray's talk show (yikes!). The only time that I watch actual TV (we don't have TV..see above prayer as to why..this is actually a good thing, though.) is at the gym. And her show is pretty entertaining. Not to mention, the food she features usually motivates me to run harder! Faster! Stronger! So I can eat it! On a slight tangent: I can't stand her '30 Minute Meal' cookbooks! 30 minutes, my foot! Every recipe requires a gazillion (yes, a gazillion) ingredients. Half of which I can only get if I travel to Zimbabwe. Anywho.

I really want to get the dust ruffle on our bed! We've been in our house for a little over 3 months, & I want to be able to hide stuff under there without seeing it. However, last time I tried to get a dust ruffle on that bed by myself, I broke the entire contents of a bedside table. No bueno. I'll just have to ask my brother to help me next time he's here...I feel guilty asking Jeff when he's so busy digging sprinkler lines in our back yard.

I need to get an oil change for my car. The dealership we take Jeff's truck to is cheaper than anywhere else. But I have to plan ahead, because they don't usually service Volkswagons..and apparently their parts come from Zimbabwe! Or Germany. Either or.

Well, I'm off to walk my dog in the very chilly, crisp, refreshing fall weather we've got going on here! Good day to you!

And another month's gone by...

I really suck at this blogging lately. Really suck. *sigh*

So. Since you guys are awesome enough to take an interest in my life & ask questions that I have yet to answer, I'll update:

I'm 12 weeks along with this pregnancy 'fun'..& I officially hate any woman who 'loooooves' being prego. Hate them. I don't know how some people wait this long to break the news..cause you only have to spend about 5 seconds with me & I'll:

a) spill the beans (I'm terrible at keeping my own secrets..I CAN keep other peoples' secrets..just fyi..haha).

b) bite your head off. My tolerance for stupidity has shrunk to nil..so don't cut me off in traffic, make a snarky remark at the post office, or tell me my butt looks bigger (this one is aimed at my well-intentioned sister, who thought it was a compliment?). I will kill you. And then you will wonder why I'm so cranky. And then I'll tell you (see 'a').

c) puke on you. Which sucks. Not just for me, but you, too! However, this HAS made for a couple funny stories..like me throwing up in my patients' rooms..in THEIR puke buckets. Gross.

So..there ya have it! I know, that in all reality, I have it really good compared to a lot of women..but that hasn't stopped me from complaining :) So thanks for listening to me, guys. I'm going to redouble my efforts for a positive attitude!

Anywho, this whole post makes it sound like I'm not happy to be preggers. But I really am! Leave out the nausea, the 13-year-old amounts of acne & the pinched butt nerve...and I'm pretty freakin' psyched to be cookin' a baby :) I just can't wait 'till you can actually tell! I can tell. My hubby can tell. My jeans can tell. (And apparently so can my sister!) But no one else can. And in all reality, the baby bump is truly on visible if I've eaten a big meal :) So, I'm sorry Kateka, but I don't have a pic to post, yet. But I will! Soon :)

Have a good weekend :)

Pardon my whining...BUT

I WANT MY FOOD BACK!!! Yes, that's right! I want my food!! My spicy salsas & chips, my gourmet pork chops & steaks cooked a la Chef Jeff!! My Chocolate....Oh, how I want my CHOCOLATE!! I'm sick to death of toast & saltines, toast & saltines...oh, and cereal! Seriously! A couple weeks ago my pee turned this freakish green shade..it scared me a bit (too much info, I know..too bad!) Then, I realized that basically, all I'd been eating for the last couple days was FORTIFIED CEREAL! Oh, and my prenatal vitamins...sooo...my body was peeing off all the extra viteys. Ah. My bad!

So, back to that food thing: I love food! I've always had a good appetite..but, apparently this little, wonderful (notice I said wonderful!) parasite I've got growing inside me right now has stolen that joy from me! And I want it back! Mostly, I want back my water...I really love water. And right now, it's making me gag. *sigh*

Right then! I've vented! Thanks guys :)

Pucker Snafus!

So. (I've noticed I start a lot of my posts with 'SO'..& I'm ok with that!). SO...in trying to keep my mind off the nausea & backache/cramping/wanting-to-die (which WebMD, FitPregnancy & Google, inform me is normal w/ early pregnancy..which I should probably know..I mean, I AM a nurse..btw if any of you mammas out there have anything you'd like to inform me of, warn me of, or scare me with...please, PLEASE divulge your secrets! Holly, I'm talking to YOU!) AHEM!! I digress....

In trying to distract myself, I found this funny little blurb on MSN about kissing, informing me of the multiple ways in which you can 'Kill The Kiss'! For those of us out there that were/are free with their lips (sorry, mom!), these 'Kiss Killers' are old news. But that definitely doesn't keep them from being funny..especially when they made me recall my own experiences!


Kiss Killer #1: Attack of the Mouth! Just like it sounds: full on assault! I dated this guy right before my hubby, who must've thought kissing was a contact sport that required a helmet & full set of pads! Or fake lips. I was so excited for our first kiss (you know how it is!). The anticipation was killing me! I just KNEW it was going to happen...he inched closer...closer...& then DOVE onto my face! Suction in full force, teeth gnawing ferociously! I went with it for a couple minutes, thinking maybe he'd get tired (haha). No such luck! When I started tasting blood, I decided to call it quits..kissing is supposed to be fun, & THIS was worse than going to the dentist! I lost chunks of my lower lip to that experience!

Kiss Killer #2: The Grandma Peck. You know..that chaste little, closed lipped dab. And, OK, I'll admit that any grandma kissing I've experienced has been completely & totally my fault. I call(ed) them pity kisses. And you shouldn't do it, ladies!!! It just gives hope where there is none!! Unfortunately, I didn't realize how heartless this was until I was out of highschool..sorry to all the boys I pity kissed!!

Kiss Killer #3: Bad Breath. *sigh* I've probably also been guilty of this one with my hubby. My philosphy is if everyone eats the garlic & onions..it doesn't matter! Right? According to my hubby, WRONG!! He is a stickler for good breath..so if I want any action, I brush, floss, Listerine etc...all in hopes of a good smooch :)

Kiss Killer #4: Going Off-Target. This is my favorite!! So (there's that 'SO' again!). Imagine a romantic setting: candles flickering, sexy music playin'...I'm trying to be all seductive & go in for some nice, hot lip action!! I'm really gettin' into the kiss (which, in all reality, is only nanoseconds in) when I realize 'Man, Jeff's tongue feels really weird! It's kinda knobby!' Jeff then snorts & pushes me away!

'Um, babe, um, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!'

'I'm kissing you..I think..'

'Yeah, uh, that's my nose!'

Oh. OK. Wow. My bad! haha :) Who knew sucking on someones nose could be so sexy!! As a disclaimer, though: It was dark, ok?!

Anywho, I'd like to hear your guys' funny stories...so 'fess up, people!! Oh, and give me the dirt on being prego!

Thanks!