A day (or two or three) in the life of...

OUR LOAN FINALIZED! We will have a roof over our head that we can call our own in a week! Holy shit bags! This has been a long drawn out process and my nerves were about to be confetti. But, low and behold, it came through. Closing day is next Wednesday and official moving day is next Saturday. So, uh. What are ya'll doing next Saturday? I had my 12 week check up this Monday. Saw Baby jumping around in mah belly. That was nice because I was having another neurosis attack of 'I'm not pregnant, I'm just getting fat!!!'.  Turns out, I really am pregnant. I'm sure I'll keep saying that until I'm about 25 weeks along. again. Ok, I'm too excited to type so I'm going to just post the many faces of Izzy this week. (oh, btw, she's very proud of herself for figuring out how to stand on her own for short stretches of time now. Go Izzy, Go!!!) I will get you kitty kitty. I am a baby ninja!!! I will scale this dinner table and eat yo' face!  ...

This poor blog is getting neglected! Let's see, what happened in the past week? Surprise b'day party for Cowboy with his friends on Tuesday. That went relatively well. I probably won't surprise him again like that because he was not quite sure how he felt about it. At least all his friends were together around him so that's a plus. I made Izzy a little 'Happy Birthday Papa' Onesie with adorable little decor and a little cowgirl holding balloons on the back of it. Ahhhhdorable! Of course I was in frenzy hostess mode so I didn't take pictures of her. booo. I'm not really a big fan of hosting get togethers because I don't get to enjoy the actual get together since I'm usually caught up in doing stuff and cleaning up while the shin dig is happening. Ah well. Our loan situation is still getting worked out so here's hoping we have a place to live in about 3 weeks because we have to get out of here. ((crossing fingers)) I suppose we can always be...

I may eat them. I am eating everything in site. I'm trying to snack on healthy things (yogurt, banana, whole grain pita chips... uh, Kashi soft baked cookies, being Kashi makes them healthy of course) and eat decent meals. Yesterday, nothing tasted as good as I had hoped. I went with my pals to get some Thai food and though I ate it all (I didn't want to be rude), it wasn't what I had hoped. Then for dinner, we had brocolli and Trader Joes fish sticks (have to point out that they're Trader Joes to put them in a 'healthy' category) and it was 'eh'. Nothing tastes like I hope it will taste. It's like being all excited about a roll in the hay and then no O. at all. ((shaking head)) 2nd tri will be my friend.  Even though nothing is as satisfying as I hope it will be, I do keep trying because I'm ever the optimist. That means I'm a chunk right now. The scale says no, but I KNOW. There are mirrors in our house so I SEE. Chunk. I went to Target tod...

I'm going to blame my lack of posting on the germs that were samba dancing in all our bodies for the past week and a half. We're all finally starting to get better but nightime is riddled with coughing on all parts. I hate hearing little Izzy coughing so hard. Please make it go away now! We ran in the 4 Courts 4 Miler race this past weekend and it didn't go nearly as smoothly as I had hoped. Cowboy ran with Izzy and the running stroller and she pretty much melted down at mile 3. It was cold as crap and the wind was cruel to say the least. So, he ended up taking her out of the stroller and holding a crying Izzy while pushing the stroller. His run sucked from that point on. My run just sucked in general. Turns out that 1st tri running when not having trained was a very poor idea. Then I kept feeling paranoid that I was hurting Peanut because of my body pushing so hard to run so my anxiety was kicking in. On the bright side, there was a beer at the end for Cowboy thanks to M...

I've been remiss in blogging because I've been in an 'ugh/blech/wah' kinda mood for the most part. I'm avoiding most phone and in person contact because I can barely stand myself and have decided not to subject my loved ones to this either.  This home loan garbage is up in the air and that's annoyingly stressful. I'm getting chunky, therefore, not fitting into my normal clothes but it's way too early for maternity clothes so I'm a tubby in yoga pants. All the time. I'm remembering how little I liked first trimester in pregnancy. Your skin's all messed up (no glow except for oil slick), food is so very hit or miss, you're exhausted all the time, your moods are a ridiculous mess wavering between apathetic and insane with peaks of giddiness for garnish. And this time around, nausea and headaches are ever present so I just feel like falling into a coma for a good month or so, until 2nd trimester. Super Baby, however, is doing great. She...