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.