Due Date

We had our first appointment with the doctor on Tuesday. Of course they don't really do much there except confirm what we already new. Our estimated due date (or EDD on the boards) is September 29. Having a date set kind of makes it seem a bit more real. It's prompted me to start thinking about baby furniture and looking at little baby clothes. I'm not ready to buy anything yet but I am getting excited. At 11 weeks we have our next appointment and we're hopeful that we can hear the heartbeat for the first time! That's one my husband is especially psyched about. That will definitely make it real!

More after the appointment on March 13.

Tomorrow, Tomorrow....

Tomorrow is the big day. The first doctor's appointment! The day that hopefully we'll hear that everything is progressing normally. I am a bit nervous. I guess I've heard to many stories of miscarriage lately. Also, the fact that I don't have morning sickness makes me worry that it's not real. I know all these are silly worries and that we'll get nothing but good news tomorrow, but I inherited the worry-wart gene and there's nothing I can do about it!

I'll report more later this week after the trip to the doc's!

Baby Ducky

Ok, so I am not going to be posting on here every single day like I had originally thought. I mean, I'm barely into the pregnancy and, frankly, there's just not that much to report on a daily basis! So, hopefully I'll be posting once or twice per week, depending on what there is to report.

I'm still feeling fine. Nothing to report on that front. I still just feel kinda blah. I'm tired and nothing...nothing sounds good to eat. But I'm not sick, which is good...at least so far. My hubby's relatives sent us a package yesterday with a variety of Phillidelphia Eagle's wear for babys. His family are huge Eagles fans, so we pretty much expected that gift right away! My mom and little sister also sent a package yesterday. It contained a bib that said "I Love Grandma", a onesie that said "Everything's Better At Grandma's", a little "D is for Duck" outfit and a plush baby duckie blanket. The latter gift in the box made me cry! I don't know why...blame it on the hormones going wacko in my system right now. I have been holding it together pretty well so far I think. I haven't really been emotional. But that duckie had me in tears. I guess it took something small and cute and very baby-like for it to hit me - we're having a baby!! I can't imagine what I will do when I actually hear the heart beat for the first time. If a duckie can set me off.....look out!

Baby on Board!

I know it's been a long time since I've posted anything on here. Mostly because my life is fairly uneventful and I usually leave the blogging to my husband. But things have changed and there is definite excitement in our future. We're having a baby! That's right folks, we've procreated and are expecting our first child sometime in the fall. At least that's my guess since we haven't even been to the doctor yet. We found out last week after 3 home pregnancy tests...yup...3. I couldn't just trust that one would be accurate, could I? Well everyone is thrilled, and none more than my husband and I, so I thought I'd use this blog as a kind of pregnancy diary. So here goes...enjoy the ride with me!

Ok, so where to start? I guess to tell you a little about us might help you get to know what you're getting into here. My husband and I live in the great state of Tennessee. We're not from here originally, but ya'll is creeping into our vocabulary! We have 6 dogs and 3 cats. If you've read my past blogs you'll wonder how we went from 6 cats and 3 dogs to where we are now. It's a long story - one that I may tell later. Sufice it to say we are currently residing with cats: Josie, Lilly and Mocha and dogs: Rory, Maggie, Rufus, Milo, Simon and the newest, Sebastian. I'll do pet profiles later on when I can get pictures up! So, if you're like my family, you're probably thinking: where in the world are you going to put a baby in that zoo? hehe. Well, good question! One we're still pondering at the moment but will surely take some furniture rearranging! I know that my little furry babies will love the new edition as much as we do though.

So far I'm feeling great. I have had some headaches this past week and a tiny bit of the "blahs". No other way to describe it. I don't feel sick necessarily...just blah. I'm sure all that will change though...and you'll be here right with me to find out how it's going! So stay tuned for more news on baby. Oh, and when my doctor gets back from vacation we'll be able to tell you more about due dates, etc.

Holiday after a holiday...

Well the Memorial Day weekend is over! Whew. I always feel like I need a vacation from my vacation. It seems like we run ourselves ragged trying to entertain or even just relax and end up feeling more worn out when the weekend comes to an end. My family came to visit from Illinois this weekened. Since we are major procrastinators, my husband and I stayed up unpacking, cleaning, and getting the house ready for thier arrival at 3:00 a.m. Saturday morning. We even went to Wal-Mart at midnight! I can't tell you the last time I was at the grocery store at that hour. Probably in college. But they made it in safely and we even managed to give them a short tour at that hour! The rest of the weekend was fairly relaxing. We shopped til we dropped, we ate out, we rented movies and did a bit of sight-seeing. Overall it was a good time.

I find myself wondering today how I can be so tired from all of this relaxing! I think most of it is emotional strain. Stress from trying to be the hostess and make them like our new home, and above all, missing them like crazy and not wanting them to leave. It's a 7-8 hour drive to see my family. Most of the time I do just great, until we visit or they do and then it takes me a few days to get back into the swing of things of it just being BJ and I. Don't get me wrong, I love the family BJ and I have going here in Tennessee, but I do miss my extended family a lot. Buying a house has made me realize that this is a bit more permanent than when we were just renting.

I think it's all going to be great. Once we get the house in livable condition (i.e., moving more boxes so we can walk through the whole house!) I know it will start to feel like home. BJ gets cranky with me when I call Illinois home. He moved all over as a kid and nothing has ever felt like home to him I don't think. Illinois was my home until last year. I never even moved out of the 30-mile radius of where I grew up until we moved here, 7 hours from "home". Growing up is hard...some days I still want my mommy. Today is one of those days and she's on her way "home". Suck it up, be a grown-up! Get back to work and go home at the end of the day and get back to life. My wonderful husband will meet me at the door and everything will be ok. Afterall, home is where you hang your hat - and mine are here in Tennessee......somewhere in a box, I'm sure.

Long Time No Sanity

Well it seems like forever since I've written on here. Honestly I've been so busy I sorta forgot I have a blog. We finally closed on our house on May 10. It's all kind of a blur since I was sick as a dog for the closing and most of the move. I sat in the office where we had the closing shivering from my fever and trying not to cough all over the nice lady running the show. I'm sure she wondered why we were buying a house since I wasn't excited one bit when we were done. All I really wanted to do was go home and sleep. Actually I feel like doing that now. We're all moved in, one room painted, one room fully unpacked...and all I want to do is nap. I am so tired and stressed out that I'm having a hard time enjoying being a new homeowner. To me it just looks like a lot that we have to do, time we have to spend, money we have to throw away and sleep we have to lose. To my optimistic husband, however, it looks like something we can make our own. Something that has great potential. Usually these rolls we play are reversed. I'm ususally the optimistic one and he the pessimist. It's funny to me that something this huge could turn us into the opposite of what we normally are. I'm sure it will just take me a bit to see the diamond in the rough that he does. After painting the living room I can already begin to see a home emerging.

If you check out my hubby's blog (www.bjmay.blogspot.com) you can see more details about the house - if you can wade through the politics and humor.

I'll try to post some pictures as time goes by - I'm great with the camera but don't have much computer time at home to get them up here!

Chocolate cake, dammit!

I am on a diet right now. If you've ever dieted you can feel my pain, I'm sure. Like most people I know, I truly love to eat. It's not just about sustenance for me, it's about the pure pleasure derived from eating and savoring each bite of food. I associate happy feelings with food. Eating out is a celebration, ordering pizza is a treat, ice cream and other sweets are a reward for something I've done well...like sticking to my diet. While some things I find easy to either cut back on or find a low-cal, low-fat substitutes for, some things just don't work that way. For example, last night I went to the store in search of something chocolate. If you're a woman you understand this sudden and sometimes life-threatening craving - as in - "if I don't get something chocolate in the next 30 seconds, someone will die"...if you're a man, then you simply cannot understand my pain, please stop reading now. While wandering the aisles of the grocery store, I picked up such things as brownies, cookies, chocolate ice cream, hot fudge...and put them all down in exchange for chocolate pudding made with skim milk. I was so excited, thinking that this would cure my chocolate craving for the night and leave me content at the end of the day. How wrong I was. One bite of pudding with chunks of pudding powder still standing and I was so disappointed! How could I have thought this would do it? I ate about 3 more bites and put the stupid bowl back in the fridge, leaving the kitchen dejected and totally unsatisfied.

Now you also know, if again, you are a woman, that these cravings, if not quenched, will return. Day after day, hour upon hour you will sit there dreaming of chocolate bunnies, chocolate chips, chocolate cream pies....anything that will do the trick and leave you at peace for just a little while. Today, my dream was realized in a piece of wonderful something that a co-worker made for our vice president's birthday. This heavenly concoction consisted of a chocolate crust, a layer of gooey-chocolate-chippiness, something akin to cheesecake and topped with some other form of chocolate goodness. I am sated. I am satisfied. I can go on with my day and be at peace until the next craving hits...mmm, I could really go for a big bowl of popcorn!