Secret Santa and scrapbooking!

The wonderful Tiffany in Houston sent BabyC the cutest robe and wash cloths! I can just imagine my little brown baby snuggled up in this robe. Thanks TIH.

I got my pregnancy scrapbook stuff all ready to go for January. The baby will get his/her own book in June, but for now, I'll document the start of our little family in my new book.

Christmas Randoms

Well I've obviously been having a lovely and busy holiday season :) Let's get caught up, shall we?

All nausea has subsided! Some days I even forget I'm pregnant until I start sitting still for a while and I all of a sudden feel some movement in my belly :) Yesterday MrC and I went to Hob.by Lob,by to get some stuff to make my pregnancy scrapbook. Scrapbooking materials are 50% off this week. At first MrC was complaining about having to go with me. Then we he had to sit and watch me eat nachos I bought at BJ's before we could even go in the store, I thought he was going to quit me. When we got in there though he had just as much fun as I did picking out stuff. He walked the aisles with me, held up books so we could vote which one was better and everything. To reward him for being such a great sport, I did't join in the dance this little boy was doing in one of the aisles, even though I really wanted too! MrC was looking at me like "please don't start dancing with this little boy and embarrass me in front of all these people." So for once, I resisted the urge to play with a stranger's kid. My mom and sister have scrapbooking materials. I'll post the pictures this week (along with my Secret Santa gift!) and hopefully when I'm back from my January internet hiatus, I'll have a scrapbook to show you guys. And hopefully I'll have finally finished knitting my scarf. And while I'm hoping and wishing, hopefully our realtor will get back on her game and take us to see some houses! 

Anyway, my Christmas was just lovely. We go spend the night at my parent's house on Christmas Eve, and my aunt has decided she should come too and spend the night. Now the girls spend the evening cooking and baking and I fuss at my mom and aunt for giggling so much as they drink wine. This year my mom made Sangria. These fools were drinking it like it was fruit punch. I spent the evening telling them they were drunk, and judging them. It was great! My sister got home from work at 12:30 and joined in the fun of making fun of my aunt because she kept falling asleep during the most random times. At 4 am, we finally went to bed. 

My sister wrote me a poem for Christmas. If crying wasn't for suckers, I would have been balling my eyes out. 

My SIL plucked my very last nerve, and I think she could tell. I am very conscious of the words I say, and what I allow people to say to me. She is always talking about how bad my kids are going to be because MrC was mischievous when I was little. The final statement that sent me over the edge was:

Her: You're either going to have a child just like MrC or one just like MyChild. Pick your poison.

Me: *WTH* Maybe you don't realize this but I have my own gene pool and my own parenting skills. My kids will be like my kids. They aren't carbon copies of anybody. I got this man.

Not that I have a problem with her child, but there's only so many times you're going to sit in a room full of people and tell them I'm going to be overwhelmed because my kids will be off the hook. How does that help anybody? MrC said he was tuning her out, so he didn't really know what she was saying. He said next time he'll ask her to shut up so I don't have to. 

I need to be up cleaning this place, not sitting in bed on my laptop. Time to be productive. 

MrsC goes to Christmas Parties

I partied way too hard this weekend. I'm still tired even though I had a 4 hour nap this evening. I did something on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, which I never do.

Friday MrC and I went on a date. The Melting Pot happy hour is a fun place for cheap folks! We had 3 (virgin) ying yang martinis, a cheese fondue and a chocolate fondue (they're half off during happy hour). We had a grand time! 

Saturday I slept in. We had a Christmas party at one of my coworkers house. It was over an hour away and we paid $11 in tolls. And I couldn't eat any of the food. We left after an hour because I needed some food (and strawberry soda, but don't tell anybody.) We got home late and I decided to bake the brownies I needed for Sunday. I made regular brownies, pecan brownies, walnut brownies and s'more brownies. Yeah, I was doing too much.

Sunday we went to church and then had a nap before heading over to the The Travel Diva's house for a holiday party and cookie exchange. I had so much fun! Seriously, when I got home I said to MrC "Babe, I actually had fun and I don't normally like people." The food was so good! We had chili, baked ziti, meatballs, jambalaya, a pork dish, salad. Y'all know my baby has been acting strange about me eating, but I chowed down! 

Travel Diva had some games planned out. The first one was a trivia game. She handed out the paper, I looked at it, and handed it right back. I didn't know one answer! No need to embarrass myself by proving I'm dumb, so I opted out. When she read the answers I was glad I didn't even try. 

I decided to try the next game, tearing up a piece of paper into the shape of a tree- while holding the paper behind your back. You know the key to winning games? Be quiet! Everybody was standing, talking, and laughing while tearing it out. I had a seat and got to work. When the menfolk voted on the best tree, I won :) I got a cute set of Christmas coasters as my prize. 

The last game was finding a pickle ornament. Y'all know I love pickles! I followed my motto "be quiet" and silently walked around the house. I walked back from the stairwell silently holding the pickle ornament. BabyC's first ornament :) Since Jameil calls my child Baby Pickle Lover 2011, I'm going to paint BPL11 on the ornament. I won a reusable travel mug. My hot chocolate will be traveling in style. 

When it was time to go, Travel Diva said we could take food home. Y'all know me and the baby have to eat right? For about 2 seconds I was ashamed to  pack up food because not many people were, But then I hit my signature like "you know I'm pregnant. I gotta keep this baby alive." Travel Diva is a wonderful hostess and throws a fabulous party! Should you be fortunate to be invited over to True Blessings Estate, you need to go!

These are a few of my favorite things

Add some hot fries to this and you can see what has been making me smile as of late.

I also like talking about babies! Inner Diva, spill the beans. Do you have a blog or twitter? When are you due? Do you know what you're having yet?

More Fetus Talk

I have come to decide that it's so much more fun to let "I'm pregnant" slip out naturally! I've had a lot more fun randomly surprising folks. Today during our client meeting we were all coming in and talking about how freaking windy it was outside. We have a small Asian pharmacist on our account named T. 

Client: Man T, you probably needed somebody to hold you to the ground out there. You could have blown away!

T: *takes of coat and reveal a new tummy* Nope, I have a bun in the oven to keep me down

Me: *walks in just as this is said* Guess what T, me too!

The Whole Room: Wooowwww! Both of you? Congrats.

*somebody walks in*

Client: you just missed a double pregnancy announcement!

Lady: *looks around at everybody. Can't figure out who because everybody is smiling at her*

Client: T and MrsC are having babies! When are y'all due?

Me: June

T: July!

Now everybody thinks we conspired together, especially since we got married within a month of each other. I knew she was trying to get pregnant, so it was super exciting to hear they were successful. 

Last Sunday at church one of the elders came up to me:

Elder L: Girllll, I done heard something 'bout you?

Me: *laughing* what did you hear?

Elder L: Something I should have heard from you. Why I gotta find out your business on the streets?

Me: *cracking up because Elder L is a clown*

Elder L: I'm just playing, it wasn't the streets. My son told me. I'm so excited for you! Even though y'all hiding it like it ain't legal.

All I could do was laugh. Especially when another elder saw me talking to my 8 months pregnant friend:

Elder: *to MrC* you know if your wife talks to a pregnant woman for more than 15 minutes, she'll end up pregnant

MrC: go tell her that

Elder: *to me* you know if you talk to her for more than 15 minutes, you'll end up pregnant

Me: Dag man, you should have told me that back in September!

Elder: You pregnant!?

Me: Yeahhh. You should have preached that sermon from the pulpit! I was wondering how this happened.

Because of that conversation, I have a friend that won't talk directly to me anymore. She has her husband call MrC when she wants to check on me and the baby. We had a 5 minute relayed conversation the other night because she wanted to see how I was feeling. I don't blame her because I'm convinced pregnancy is contagious. 

*If you're tired of reading about this fetus, too bad. I ain't got nothing else to talk about! All I do is eat and sleep. Check my twitter timeline, it's full of taking naps and eating random things. Maybe we'll get some house hunting in next week.*

Is it naptime yet?

Tomorrow I officially start my second trimester :) Whooohoooo! Thankfully, the first hasn't been bad. I'm looking forward to being able to stay awake though. I got 10 hours of sleep last night and I'm still nodding off at my desk!

 

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I need to step my accessory game up. I used to wear necklaces and bracelets all the time, now I never do. Considering how cheap they are at F21, there is no excuse. Maybe that'll be my Christmas gift to myself.

 

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It's snowing :) It's supposed to stop soon though, but it's pretty to look at now.

 

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My friend is having a baby next week. I'm so excited for her. MrC said he's glad I'm not having a winter baby. His reasoning? "Cuz if it's your child, she'd come out say 'daggggg it's too cold, I'm going back in, come holler at me in the spring' and then you'd have to be pregnant for 4 more months." Sometimes I hate him so much. If I did have a winter baby you wouldn't see either of us until spring though. We'd be some hibernating folks.

 

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It is the desire of my  heart to not return to work after I have BabyC. I've always said I was going to be a stay at home mom.

 

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When I'm in a "mood" I can't stand to hear other people complain. Too bad I left my headphones in the car and don't feel like going out to get them.

 

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This house hunt. This man I married. My goodness, we aren't totally seeing eye to eye. I'm looking at him like, boy please. He's looking at me like, you high sadditty heffa better calm down. We'll work it out though and come to a happy compromise.

First Pictures

Here are the pictures from the 12 week ultrasound. Now that I have some pictures and can say "awwww look at my sweet little fetus," let's talk about why this baby won't let me be great!

S/He seems set on sending the first trimester out with a bang. Three times, in the middle of eating, my body has said "nope, we don't want it." Last week I went to the store with my ma:

Me: Ummmm

Mom: What's wrong? You don't feel right?

Me: Nooooo

Mom: Do you need to go to the bathroom?

Me: This baby will not embarrass me. I will not be throwing up in public.

Mom: Honey, that's not how it works.

I did succeed at not throwing up in public, but that night I completely lost it. At least I was at my parent's house for that one. That brings me to a total of four times. I called myself showing this body who was boss, and refused to kneel down and put my face in the toilet (ok, I did once.) Picture this:

Me: *eating my food peacefully* Awww come on man! Uggghhhhh. I am not about to do this *walks over to trash can* Are you serious? Is this really about to happen? *runs to toilet and stands there defiantly* This is some bull crap *stands there and handles business* There, happy now? *goes on about my business*

I'm sure if people could hear me, they think I'm a dang psycho because I do all this aloud. I want everybody to know I'm in protest of what is occurring. I am grateful that I don't actually feel sick. I also want to declare my love for ginger ale and peppermints.  

A couple of things

MrC: Did you get the mail today?

Me: *snort* Nooooo 

MrC: What exactly is it that you do around here?

Me: Well, every second, of every day is spent keeping a human being alive inside my body. Every second of every day.

(I'm always looking for new over dramatic lines to use. Feel free to leave me some)

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I had my 12 week ultrasound today. I declined any type of genetic testing. It was so much fun to see the baby waving his(?) hands in the air and then kicking his legs around. He put on a show during the whole ultrasound. I have the pictures, I'll post them tomorrow :) I need to get a pregnancy scrap book. I have an app on my phone to keep my journal, but I need somewhere to put the pictures and mementos. The baby is 2 inches long. My mom came with me since MrC had a class today. It was a lovely bonding time. maybe I'll invite my MIL to one of my appointments. 

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I think that everybody has come to the consensus that it's a boy. The only indication that it could possibly be a girl is an old wives tale. They say when toddler boys are enamored  with you, you're having a girl. I lie to you not, when I walked into the nursery on the Sunday I had the boys sitting at my feet. One of them just followed me around "talking." When I left the room he fell out in a fit. It was hilarious and strange. 

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I finally found some prenatal vitamins that don't make me spit them back out on the floor. If you have a problem with the smell of prenatal tablets, or the size, and you refuse to take 4 pills a day, try these. They're $20 for a 1 month supply. 

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Tomorrow I'm making a 16 bean soup for dinner. I figure if I tell somebody I'll be obligated to do it. I fixed dinner tonight. Tomato soup and cheese sticks. Ok, Campbell's and Papa John's fixed dinner, but I heated it up.

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Anybody have a steam cleaner? Do you like it? Which kind do you have? I want MrC to get me that for Christmas. Dirty carpets depress me. My carpets look gross. Cheap cream carpeting is a thorn in my side. 

My lips are sealed

Today I was talking with some of my coworkers about what we were wearing to the Christmas party tomorrow night. I got some cute party dresses in August and I wanted to wear one of them, but one is too tight thanks to this new tummy bulge and the other one fits, but my stomach pokes out too much for my liking. My coworker said that can be my way of telling everybody, but I don't look pregnant, I look like I ate too much at Thanksgiving. I've actually stopped telling people I was pregnant. I figure the rest of the people will figure it out when they see me waddling or carrying a baby. It's not that I don't want people to know, it's that sometimes I feel bad because you never know another person's story.

I went to a friend's house for breakfast a few weeks ago and there were 5 of us, all married and all in our 20's. I only didn't know one of them. We had a great time talking about our families (2 have kids, 2 are pregnant, the stranger was neither). By the end of the breakfast, the stranger girl was in tears. Apparently her and her husband are having fertility issues. We stopped and prayed with her, but in the end, I felt bad because we were all going on and on planning our families and she was hurting.

My uncle died right when I found out I was pregnant. Since my mom knew I was pregnant, she told them because babies cheer people up. Well my cousin (who's 30 something) wasn't happy. She actually left the room or changed the subject whenever my mom tried to talk about it. When they went places together, she wouldn't talk to my mom. I know she has a 4 year old and she's separated from her husband, and her dad just died so I guess she didn't want to hear about anybody else. It made me feel bad for her.

 

So anyway, that's why I stopped telling people. I'd rather they ask or whisper behind my back and find out, lol.

My house, my rules

I had a doctor's appointment this morning. It was pouring down when I got there and I was a little late, but I didn't see my doctor's car in the parking lot so I knew I was ok. When i hadn't been seen 30 minutes after my appointment time, I was getting mad. The receptionist then informed me that the doctor just called, she was at the hospital with a patient 9 centimeters dilated. That's much more important than my 11 week check up, so I opted to get seen by the nurse practitioner instead. I got to hear the baby's heartbeat which was exciting. Glad to know Baby C is still alive in there. My blood pressure was freakishly low for what I normally run, so I'll be monitoring that. I also need to do better with meals. I'm constantly snacking throughout the day but I rarely have an actual meal like I used to. Part of the reason is because I haven't been eating much meat. This fetus seems to think we're vegetarians. My diet has been pretty simple pineapples, plums, peaches, potatoes, popsicles, pickles, pasta, popcorn...do you notice the same trend I do? This fetus sure does love all things P! Notable non P foods have been jello, broccoli, carrots (not any more), applesauce and cheese. 

That's not very much variety and it doesn't really get me up to what my calories should be for the day either. Some days I'll be able to gobble down a salad and it's the best thing ever and when I try and do it again my stomach is like, "whatchu doing? I'ont like that." So I stop eating it. I'm going to give this baby a stern talking to about our need for bodies. If you're going to be living in my body, you need to abide by my rules. Take that Baby C!

get it together

Woke up at 10 a.m. I'm supposed to be at work at 8. That was some good sleep though! I went into the bathroom to get ready and I realized we don't have enough toilet paper, paper towels, or deodorant to get through the week. My housekeeping skills rock :)

 

We also don't have any groceries. Our fridge smells horrible and we have to throw everything out. Unfortunately, I learned that the hard way. I was eating some baby carrots yesterday morning and didn't really think it was a big deal that the bag was open when I took it out of the fridge. Six carrots later, they came right back up. I guess the fetus doesn't like rotting produce! Thankfully, that has been my only experience with any type of sickness this pregnancy and it was over so quick, I disposed of everything and my office mates never even knew.

 

I only took one test yesterday and one so far today. I have 4 more to go. Guess I should get to work and stop blogging.

Back in the swing of things

I need to get back in the habit of daily blogging. I have seriously fallen off since my discovery of twitter. Let's do some randoms to get back on track.

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I had a lovely Thanksgiving. My dads side of the family rented some condos in Myrtle Beach so we all went down there for the holiday. I didn't think I would have as much fun as I did, but after 2 days, I was ready to go back home. Some of my family is really crazy. It makes me sad how crazy they are.

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 One of my cousins, D, always asks to play with your phone. When you get your phone back you see that she's been on you tube watching videos and texting all your friends having conversations. To me, you get one time to prove you aren't trustworthy. She proved it when she lied about what she was doing on my phone, so she is no longer allowed to touch my phone.  My other cousins/aunts had to learn it the hard way. She had a 20 text conversation with my 40 year old cousins friend and when my cousin asked what she was doing she said "playing sims." Hmph. Bold faced lies? Unacceptable.

 

I had another little cousin that asked for a KK donut at 10 p.m. It was me, my sister, 4 aunts, my mom, and my cousin at the table.

Me: Absolutely not.

Him: But my grandmother would let me have it

Me: But I will not.

Him: I'm going to go ask my grandma

MySister: If you walk down there, you're staying.

MyMom: No, an adult already answered you. You have your answer.

*he proceeded to ask every adult at the table if he could have a donut and they each explained why he couldn't*

Me: I have already answered him. Don't y'all explain to him any more why he can't have a donut. This conversation is over.

Him: But I just want a donut, I'm going to go ask my grandma.

Me: Obviously you're tired and having a hard time listening. It must be time for bed. Open your mouth one more time about a donut and we're putting you in bed for the night. The answer is no. I was going to wrap one up for you to have tomorrow, but you just lost that privilege for yourself.

MyMom: *whispering* I'm scared of you.

 

I'm not going to spend my night arguing and debating with anybody. Vacation normally means relaxed rules, so I probably would have given him a donut but he had Dr Pepper and ice cream with dinner. Has nobody heard of juvenile diabetes but me?

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I've been in quite the funk the past few days. When we were growing up and having hormonal attitude days my ma would make us sit and repeat "I will not let my hormones get the best of me." I've found myself doing that lately. I have wanted to lash out since Saturday, but I can't figure out the exact reason.

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Crap. My pharmacy tech certification expires tomorrow and I still have 12 credits to complete. Didn't I say I wasn't going to procrastinate this year. Let me get to work :(

 

 

Weekend plans

I'm really looking forward to this weekend. Tomorrow morning I'm going to breakfast at a friends house. I think I'm finally getting a circle of friends that I like being around. There are quite a few young married couples at our church. For the past 3 years, at least one of us has been pregnant. I think I see our future for the next 10 years. I bet there will always be one of us pregnant. We're going to tag team this thing! My friend whose baby is due next month organized a breakfast for us so we can get to know one another better. That makes me happy.

 

MrC's birthday is on Monday so we're going to have some people over to my parent's house on Saturday evening. I only invited over 2 other couples because I don't want to have to do a lot of work (how trifling of me) cooking and entertaining. I figure it's easier for 6 people to decide on a movie choice than 15 people. The menu is lasagna, salad, breadsticks, strawberry shortcake and yellow cake with chocolate icing. I want to attempt to make yellow cake from scratch, but I'm scared since other people will be there. If it's nasty though I have no problem snatching it from people and toss it in the trash.

 

Sunday we are supposed to be house hunting again. It's in a totally different county from where we are now. I really didn't want to leave our current town, but MrC really put some research into this area and it seem comparable. The houses are around $100,000 less than where we are now. That makes me very happy and willing to entertain the idea of this town. We'll see.

 

I guess at some point I should get MrC a present. Oh what a wonderful wife I've been lately :(

 

How you doing?

Apparently, when you're pregnant, all of a sudden people care how you're feeling. I haven't figured out if it's genuine concern or just nosiness yet, but the new found concern for my well being amazes me. Whenever I say I'm doing well with no morning sickness people seem surprised. Do they just want to see me miserable? Cuz I'm not going to do it. My dad calls me at least 3 times a week now just to ask how I am, my coworkers ask if I need anything. For the record, I feel great and I don't sit around and complain- except to MrC and my momma because they won't act right!

 

MrC: What you been doing all day?

Me: resting

MrC: You know what, you ain't been doing nothing for the past two weeks, I'm thinking about putting my hands on you (it's a joke people, I think from the Kevin Hart DVD- please don't call the police, lol)

Me: You know what I've been doing for the past 9 weeks? I've been using all my energy to grow a healthy baby! That's what I've been doing *places hand dramatically on belly while sighing deeply like I've actually done something*

MrC: Here we go!

Me: And we're going to keep going till I get what I need from you to raise your kid (also a joke, from Save the Last Dance- we need to grow up)

 

MrC and I have at lease one conversation a day that turns out like that. This morning we had this episode:

 

MrC: *opens container of whipped shea butter that I made only to find it empty* You need to get back in the lab, you've been slipping on our beauty products.

Me: Wanna know why? Cuz I've been too busy trying to grow a healthy baby!

 

It's hilarious. It's also hilarious that he thinks I'm going to wash all those dishes in the sink. Because I'm not.

 

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My momma refuses to allow me to turn into a helpless pregnant woman. I guess that's a good thing, because nobody likes a brat, but what's the point of being pregnant if you're not going to milk it for all it's worth? We went to my parent's house after church last night and I had every intention of convincing my daddy to make me macaroni and cheese and pina colada's. It was the easiest task ever. I walked in their bedroom:

 

Me: Is that mac n cheese on your plate?

Daddy: Yeah, I made it yesterday, there's some in the fridge

Me: *runs down the hall like a maniac singing and screaming for joy to warm up my food*

Dadddy: *comes in kitchen*

Me: Ummm, daddy, don't you want a pina colada, cuz I know I do

Mommy: Girl, shut up and go home. Are you going to clean up after him? Go do those dishes

Daddy: *pulls out blender, pineapples, and pina colada mix and makes his baby a fruity drink*

 

See? Why can't everybody be as nice as my daddy? I'm only growing a human in my belly ;)

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Yesterday when I went in my parent's kitchen I took out the macaroni and sat it on the counter. My mom came in with the headbands she was making for me. MrC was in the kitchen going through the fridge when I took the macaroni out, but he went and sat on the couch. My ma and I sat in the kitchen for 5 minutes arguing over the headbands, because she wouldn't do what I wanted and then tried to force a small headband over all my hair. The macaroni was still on the counter. MrC was still on the couch. We finish the headband argument (I won) and I got up to warm up my food. MrC asks "is that for me?" Umm no it's not for you! You have had ample opportunity to warm you up some food. So I warm it up, and then decide to be nice and take him the bowl. He refuses it and calls me mean! I almost stabbed him with my fork. My ma (who never takes my side) was like "what? She just brought you the bowl and you said no." He claims I only brought it because I felt guilty. Dude please. So I sit down and start eating. Halfway through, he comes over, takes my bowl, and goes to sit down and eat it. I don't think I've ever snatched something so fast in my life! "Baby, have you lost your mind? You can't take the food I'm already eating!" My ma found this hilarious. He finally warms up his food and I get up to get seconds, but I can't find my fork because MrC is using it. I don't know what that dude was smoking last night, but I'm pretty sure there is a rule about not taking a pregnant woman's food. He found this all hilarious, I did not. Somebody better pray for him, because I'm going to cut him before the next 7 months are up.

 

Spilling the beans

I couldn't get logged onto my work computer until 2:30 p.m. today. I've been here all day looking a dang fool as IT failed at figuring out what was wrong. Geez, let's talk babies now! I always had all these funny ideas as to how I would tell people I was pregnant- didn't follow through with any of them! MrC already made it clear he didn't want me to do something "cute" or funny. So I didn't! I found out I was pregnant on October 18, when I was 5 weeks. I got a test because I was tired, nauseous, and my boobies were hurting like crazy! This is how I told myself:

 

*sits down to pee on stick*

Me: Girllll, why did you waste your money on this test?

*takes test and sits it down on counter next to toilet*

Me: This is so funny I'm not...*looks to the right at test* I'm pregnant!?

 

Then hysterical laughter. That thing popped up pregnant before I even got up off the toilet. Then I got mad at myself for buying all new winter shirts in a size small the week before. Yeah, even though my belly just looks like I ate too much, when you wear fitted shirts all the dang time, and you went from flat tummy to pudge, it makes you quite self conscious. Saturday MrC's friend actually asked if I was pregnant because he'd never seen my stomach protrude before. Dude, I'm 9 weeks! You shouldn't be able to tell. I also can't button my pants without it pushing my stomach up and making me look sloppy as heck in ill fitting clothes. Most of my clothes fit to a T (tee? tea?). I've never owned a scale until now because I tracked my weight by whether or not my pants buttoned. So yeah, I'm sure everybody just thinks I'm eating too much. I'm embarassed I already have to rubberband my pants closed so I don't look stuffed in them.

 

How I told MrC:

*MrC walks in the door from work*

Me: Babe, I have something to show you.

MrC: What?

Me: *walks to the bathroom to get tests* This

MrC: *looks down, looks up* Nope.

Me: Nope? You can't say nope, I'm pregnant fool

MrC: You believe those tests?

Me: Yeah, it's a pregnancy test. It tests for pregnancy. It's kind of what they do.

 

Why is my husband so strange? I don't think he really accepted it until 2 weeks later when we saw the baby's heartbeat.

 

 

How I told my momma:

Momma: Did you put an offer on that house y'all liked?

Me: No, we're going to keep looking. It's not going to work.

Mommma: Why not? You can't keep looking forever. What didn't you like?

Me: It's just going to be too small now

Momma: *getting frustrated. Asking me 8 million questions like she's buying the house*

Me: Dag ma, I'm pregnant, ok!

Momma: *stunned silence* How you gonna say something like that *pulls knife out of drawer* Are you serious?

Me: Yesssssss *backs up slowly*

*my sister walks in the kitchen and sees the awkwardness*

Sister: So when are you due?

Ma: You knew?

Sister: No, what else could be going on in here that would have you staring at her like that?

 

Next time, I'm not telling anybody I'm pregnant. These fools don't know how to act. I'm going to put Baby C in a shirt that says "I'm going to be a big sister" and let them threaten the baby while I hide out in safety.

Don't Worry

Luke 12 Do Not Worry

²² Then He said to His disciples, “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; nor about the body, what you will put on. ²³ Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing. ²⁴ Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? ²⁵ And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? ²⁶ If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? ²⁷ Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. ²⁸ If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith?
²⁹ “And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. ³⁰ For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. ³¹ But seek the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be added to you.
³² “Do not fear, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. ³³ Sell what you have and give alms; provide yourselves money bags which do not grow old, a treasure in the heavens that does not fail, where no thief approaches nor moth destroys. ³⁴ For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

2010 has proven to be a year where I learn about faith. Throughout the course of the year I've seen my faith grow to a level where when situations arise faith and not worry or doubt is my automatic response. It's a great feeling but it doesn't mean everything is always easy. The past few months have been quite prayerful. Y'all know we're on a house hunt. We need $10,000 cash before we can even go to closing on a house. Do we have it all yet? Nope. Will we have it when we need it? Yep.

Last month I found out I was pregnant. Whoa! We aren't ready for a baby yet. We're still in a one bedroom apartment, we don't have money for daycare, this list goes on and on. But God said He would take care of ALL my needs and He hasn't failed us yet, so I doubt He'll start now.

Yesterday my car started acting up. We took it to the shop. We got a call today that my transmission needs to be replaced, and it's $3000. I'm not going to lie. I immediately started crying. I went into the bathroom and let the tears flow. As I sat there crying the verse "and my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in Glory by Christ Jesus." Then I started singing a song in my head. After a few minutes I was smiling and drying my tears.

We're going to be alright, it will all work out for our good and every single one of our needs will be met. No doubt, no fear, just faith :)

Unexpected Blessings

Fasting and Praying

Pserendipity is doing a facebook fast and fasting from some foods while she prays for a job in Memphis. I was sitting around lolligagging on twitter tonight and said "self, you need to unplug and take a break too." So I will. I'm going to fast from Twitter, Facebook, and Blogging for 7 days. I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to even read blogs during this time. I think not though. I'll be coming back refreshed, renewed and ready. I think I'll start on Sunday.

As usual, feel free to leave any prayer requests in the comments or email me. I will be emailing during my fast. 

Rejoice ALWAYS, pray without ceasing, in EVERYTHING give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Evening and morning, and at noon, I will pray and cry aloud; and He shall hear my voice. Psalm 55:17

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. Psalm 145:18

Family time

We had our nieces this weekend. We went for a morning walk, ran errands, carved pumpkins and watched movies. I forgot to get a picture of MrC's pumpkin, but I turned mine into a flower pot!

Anniversary Date

I have a lot of pictures from our double date to the farm. Wanna see them? Here they go!

This is the couple we went on our double date with. He's pointing out the perfect pumpkin for his wife to get. What was I doing?

Struggling to carry my dang pumpkin! It doesn't look big in the picture, but that's just because I have a big head. Nobody would help me even though I had the biggest pumpkin and I had the smallest arms. I was singing songs about abuse and neglect as I carried my pumpkin to the register.

I am a big kid. MrC thinks it's hilarious how excited I can get. Here I am running through the pumpkin patch. Yeahhhhh, nothing could go wrong there.

I was determined to climb a ladder to get some apples. They were so scared I was going to fall off and kill myself. Nobody was harmed in the taking of this picture.

This is MrC's definition of a clear picture of me on the ladder. This is also where he called me a jun.gle mon,key. A lot of love we share.

Let me tell you something about my friend. Apparently, we are the same person. Our husbands tell us that all the time, but during this trip we finally realized it. We love the same things. This is us examining all the fresh herbs we hadn't heard of. Our husbands had to grab our hands and lead us away from this case because we were that into the herbs.

We were picking spinach. The pickings were slim since it was the end of their spinach season. See that pipe and rope? We weren't supposed to cross it. See where I am? Yep, I'm pretty gangster. I reached right on the other side to get her some spinach. Of course MrC had to document my illegal activity.

The newlyweds after we finished picking broccoli.

Strike a pose with fresh broccoli. I loveeeeee broccoli.

I think we were going back and forth about cutting off excess stalk so we wouldn't have to pay for it. I don't know what we were talking about. If MrC knew I was posting this picture, he would request that I point out his crisp shape up. Notice it, and love it.

House Hunting: What a surprise!

The last house we went to see was "cute." It seemed like it would be a cozy home. It is a corner lot. There's a pathway from the street to the front door, and from the driveway to the front door. There's no garage, but since I'm allergic to grass, I certainly appreciate the paved walkways. It's a very simple looking home. Very unassuming, which is a good thing. This house is located in the same neighborhood as the last two houses. It's in walking distance of a small shopping center. If you know me, you know that makes me giddy!

This is the side view of the front yard. Yeahhh, give me about a month to kill these pretty plants. I would definitely have to befriend an old lady and get her to help me out with this. Actually, I want to do that anyway, this just gives me an excuse. I want a nice old lady in the neighborhood that will bake us treats and make us soup when we're sick. And we'll help her get things from the store, and MrC will bring her groceries in and cut her grass. And I'll call her Gramma FirstName. And when we have kids she will come over and share parenting tips with me. (Wow, I actually cried writing this. I never had a nice grandma, I feel like I'm missing out.) Moving on!

This is the shed on the opposite end of the property, it's at the end of the garage. If we wanted, we could put a garage here. I think there was enough space. Want to know something strange about me? I love when people have seasonal flags outside of their homes. MrC thinks I'm an old white woman trapped in this sexy black woman's body, lol. I would totally hang flags to go with the seasons/holidays.

I messed up the picture order. This is the kitchen. There is an 8 foot pantry. I know it's 8 feet because the homeowner had cute pink cards accenting the features of her home. I thought that was nifty. The bright light on the right is from the sliding door that leads to the deck in the backyard. There is a doggy door already installed too. She had a round kitchen table and a china cabinet in the kitchen and there was still space. We'd have to paint the kitchen, that border is not my style!

I like that there is a double sink. I really miss that living in the apartment. Then I won't have to fuss when I'm ready to fix dinner and *somebody* hasn't done the dishes. Can you see the wood piece hanging from the cabinet to the left of the stove? It's a knife rack! How cute. We'd never seen anything like that before. Eventually we would upgrade the appliances and counter top, but that would be an "as I find awesome deals" project.

This is the living room. It's what you see as soon as you walk in the front door. Two huge windows that have shades that I was going to try to describe, but I don't know how. You know how if you raise your blinds, they're all bunched together at the top? Well you can do that up or down. She had them all bunched down at the bottom. I don't know if that makes sense, but they were cool.

This is the hall bathroom. It's a full bath with a tub. There's also a heat lamp. I'm sure during the winter MrC will find me sitting in there under the heat lamp

Master closet. I was so excited by this I screamed. A 12 foot walk in closet. My God in heaven, I did not expect this. When I screamed, the realtor came running, and then she screamed too. MrC just shook his head at the two crazy women. The master is a pretty good size and it has an attached bathroom. I don't know if we'd be able to have a king sized bed in there, I'd have to sit and plan it out.

Second upstairs bedroom. She has a queen size bed in there, we have no need of that large of a bed in that room. It would certainly be a wonderful nursery. I like that the bedrooms aren't right next to each other. The walk in and the large hall closet separate the rooms. Speaking of the large hall closet- bulk shopping! Now I don't have to be afraid of the 36 pack of tissue. The thought of having enough space to do everything I want to do makes me smile.

Basement full bathroom. It's quite large. There is a bedroom downstairs that we would set up as the guest bedroom/my craft room. I forgot to take a picture of that room.

Laundry room. It's really big, probably the size of our dining room now (the lady that owns the house sews, she has a ton of clothes). She had a separate storage room in the basement, so this room would be the laundry room/ play room for the kids. We'd put up drywall and stuff eventually.

The family room. She had a wall of cabinets that are staying. We'd move those cabinets into the laundry room, we don't have that much stuff.

The other side of the basement family room. You know how some people have mini bars or carts with whisky and scotch and cute little bar cups? Well I want a tea bar. A cart on wheels with my porcelain tea set on a pretty tray for when we have quests. When we have somebody staying in the guest room we'll have it outside their door with breakfast on it when they wake up. When we're entertaining we'll wind down the night with a cup of tea. Y'all had no idea I was this strange, did you?

The left side of the backyard. It's super private. Not only is it fenced in, there is ivy growing along the fence which is actually quite pretty. I have a fear of ivy growing on houses, so I hope it doesn't creep me out in the backyard. See that wooden glider chair? It's staying! Is that not the cutest thing ever? Look down, that white stuff is a beautiful stone patio. I picture us sitting out there many a night eating dinner from the grill.

There's a deck in the middle of the backyard, and this is the right side. The homeowner has this side gated off for her dog to roam free, so he doesn't mess up the pretty side. Great thinking. We'd put our grill over there too, it's a good location.

This is her garden. It's outside of the fence, behind the shed. Maybe my new Gramma FirstName can help me with my garden too!

This house isn't a forever house, but it may be a great starter house.

What do y'all think. Of the 5 houses I've posted, which one do you think we're going to put an offer on? Do you think we're going to walk away from all of them? Is this enough suspense for you Jameil?

House Hunting: Almost Perfection

We almost didn't go inside this house. There is no backyard. There is a deck and then woods. If we had a barbecue, it would be a deck barbecue. No place for a swing set for the kids, and no place for dogs to run. The inside would have to be super awesome to make up for that. There was a driveway where we could park side by side. That's a lovely convenience, but no garage.

Do you see this kitchen? It's huge! Why that have that baby island still in there is beyond me. I would promptly replace it with a large island. It would be the first thing I do.

This is the living room. What a pretty fireplace! There is also a half bath on this floor. I love the hardwood floors. The paint is fresh and a nice neutral color.

Upstairs were 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. There was bamboo floors up there. LOVE IT! I loathe carpet. Especially because I live with somebody that doesn't believe in using napkins. He also overfills his cereal bowl and walks across the carpet dripping milk. Resolve and I are great friends, it's a friendship I hope to sever one day. Sweeping and swiffering are much easier. MrC looks like he's running away in this picture. It made me laugh.

Master bathroom. Doesn't need any work, and it's a pretty nice size. The closet in this room is slightly bigger than what we have now.

The basement was just as impressive as the rest of the house. There was a room with surround sound built in, and a room with built in shelving, and a laundry room with a work space.

These are the built in shelves. This would be my library/craft room. MrC would have free reign over the other side of the basement. We'd probably put in some sort of doors so we could dwell together, yet separate.

We LOVED this house. We liked every thing- except the back yard, or lack thereof. Absolutely nothing needed to be done. The only thing I would even like to do is change the kitchen island. What an easy move.

The inside of this house is awesome. Is the awesomeness of the inside enough to overlook the lack of a backyard?