Archive for March, 2009


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

And…um…don’t forget to swing by here tomorrow in the early afternoon. Big sex gender announcement!  (Sorry, didn’t want you all to get the wrong idea.)

Permission Granted

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Last night when we all got home from work, I gave Joe a sheepish look & asked if he would be appalled if I put on some yoga pants. Normally I wouldn’t even ask…but I did ask because I noticed that lately the second I get home from anywhere, I’m heading straight for comfy clothes. And because he’s the best husband in the world he told me that I can wear sweat pants as much as I want until his birthday (in late September). After that he would probably get a little concerned about me. Ain’t he the best!



Saturday, March 28, 2009

5 Days…

Friday, March 27, 2009

but who’s counting? Five more days until we find out of if we need to by blue or pink paint for the nursery. I’m dying to find out!! Every one keeps asking if we have any guesses or feeling on whether we have a boy or girl on our hands. Both of us have no idea. I had a girl feeling with Elle…but nothing this time. Any of you have predictions?

I have an awful time getting this darn camera to focus when the flash isn’t on. Sorry it’s so blurry…but you get the idea. (Good news, I’m getting a new camera tonight thanks to my parents stellar ability to lose & then find things after they have been already replaced.)

Here I am today at 19 weeks.


THE Conversation

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Yesterday it happened.  It was a conversation that I knew would eventually have to take place…but I, honestly, was hoping Elle would be about 24 when it happened.

For some time now Elle has known the connection between food that we eat and how it eventually becomes waste.  I have no idea who taught her this, but I am blaming either my father or my brothers.  It’s the only logical option.  And obviously we talk quite a bit about how mommy has a baby in her tummy.  Do you know where this is going?

Last night we were in the mall parking garage & I was getting her out of her car seat when she looks at my with the most quizzical look on her face & says,  “So, did you eat a baby & just not poop it out yet?”  Um, how do you respond to that?  I was dying, it was so hard not to burst out laughing.

I told her that is not how it works & that we could talk about it later.  Ugh.  Let’s hope that later is in 21 years.