I’m really-really pregnant!

Week #7 and our baby looks more like a dinosaur-tadpole than a baby! Still growing day-by-day and is now the size of a raspberry!

Being pregnant is sort of funny. For weeks now I have asked myself “am I really pregnant? ….really-really pregnant???” Besides the absence of Mother Nature once a month and the occasionally thoughts of “holy cow are those really mine!” I haven’t really felt any different. …Well… until today that is….

It was a typical Monday morning…I woke up late, raced around the house getting ready for work, went through the normal ‘getting-ready’ routine, gave the dogs treats, gave the hubby kisses, jumped in the car and started pulling out of the garage…and…uh-oh!

I felt it. The mumbo-jumbo. The big ka-hoo-na. The master of disaster. Oh my goodness I’m really pregnant! …I jumped out of the car, raced into the house, scared the life out of Jason, and headed straight for the bathroom. Morning sickness. It’s here! Today it was funny. Today it makes me really-really-actually pregnant. Tomorrow will be another day and may not be so cute at some point. BUT~for today. I’m really-really pregnant!

Week 6!!

This week our baby is the size of a blueberry, and the nose, mouth, and ears are starting to take shape!

On Friday, we had our first OB/GYN appointment... We arrived with nervous excitement Friday afternoon, and of course, upon entering the building I instantly realized my need to visit the little girls room. I handed Jason the insurance card and set off to find the restroom.

This is a play-by-play reenactment of Jason checking me in...

"Good afternoon, I'm here to check my wife in."

He hands the receptionists the insurance card.

(the check in desk is for multiple doctors)

Jason...standing...waiting...

Receptionist..."something smells good."

Jason, "Oh, I probably smell a little fruity, it's my gum..."

Jason...standing...waiting...

Jason looks down and realizes I handed him HIS insurance card not mine!

So...his wife's name is Jason and he smells fruity.

I have to say, the receptionist was pretty professional about the whole thing!

LOL =)

We head up to our doctor's office, we get called in, I step on the scale...Jason does his usual~stepping on the back of the scale so it looks like I gained 50lbs~thing, we head into the room, and our doctor John Dalhour walks into the room wearing a pink shirt and pink heals. Is the joke on us this time? Now 'WE' are trying to act professional, however we are giving each other the "are we missing something" look, until we finally get the nerve to ask who she was...the PA!

Until next week!

Dallas...who?

We would like to take a moment of silence for loss that occurred today at the Metrodome.

We are expecting!

We are 5weeks along and our baby is the size of a sesame seed! Yep, it's finally happening! I caught him on a good day!

The internet is a beautiful thing! It has allowed us to see how big (or little) our baby is, the day of conception, that we should expect our little one on September 9, 2010, I should only gain 15pds (hahaa), and that we are having a boy. Yah, 5weeks into it...no ultersound...and we already know just about everything! Who needs an OBGYN anyway? They are a little over-rated if you ask me. The internet is all I need! Just a search bar and a mouse and our baby will be well taken care of, and here before we all know it!

On a real note...we went to the doctors yesterday to get our very exciting news! I guess after the first Birthing Center and/or OBGYN appointment I will let all of you know just how accurate the internet forcasts actaully are. Until then, your prayers for a healthy baby are welcome!