Curiosity Killed the Cat

So for a week now I have been looking into different wives tales to see what the sex of our baby is. Brent says I am obsessed with wanting to know, but the thing is I wasn't until people started saying 'oh your having a boy because you are eating this' or 'you are having a girl because of this.' Now I do nothing but think about what we are going to have. URGH!!! Plus, it is really annoying because Brent is usually the impatient one, but for some reason he is not the least bit curious. Fine time for him to learn patience! Again, URGH!



Anyway, me and a few girls at work did some wives tales to guess the sex. The verdict? It's a boy!...or a girl! Wow that was enlightening! Did I really expect them to be able to tell me? No, but I thought that if all them came out with the same result then maybe. I guess I will just be forced to wait 6 MORE weeks. Brent thinks it is a blessing because for some strange reason he thinks I would go hog wild shopping (me really?) and he is just not sure he can handle 6 months of me running wild in children's stores. Prime example of why I married him...he keeps me in check.



Any of you mothers out there try any wives tales that turned out correct?



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Happy Birthday Em!!!

Emily with her "Lucy" cake. (She has a white dog named Lucy so when I saw this I couldn't help but to get it for her.)

The Storybook Sisters.

Today is my friend Emily's 25th birthday and last night my bookclub had a meeting/surprise birthday party for her. I was feeling a little gloomy yesterday and wasn't sure I wanted to go out, but after getting to the party I had a really good time. My bookclub consists of a group of girls that I have know my whole life and we are all from the same town. I have come to really enjoy getting together with these girls each month and we always seem to have a good time together. We laughed and talked the whole time and had fun celebrating Emily's birthday.

Emily, I hope you have a wonderful day!

Hallelujah

(The choir stands as the music begins)

Men's Choir
Hal-le-lu-jah!


Women's Choir
Hal-le-lu-jah!


All Choirs with great enthusiasm

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hal-le-lu-jah!

I have FINALLY reached the light at the end of the tunnel! I am over being sick!!! (Knock on wood) I have felt pretty normal all week other than being tired but that just goes with it. I thought this day would never get here and if I had the energy to do a cartwheel, I would. Those were the longest 7 weeks of my life and now I may the desire to be pregnant again in the future. It was pretty ifie for a while that I would EVER do this again! I told Brent he better pray for twins because this wasn't happenin' again. Now, I'm feelin' good and hoping I can enjoy the rest of my pregnancy. WOO-HOO!!!

3rd Annual U of I Alum Party

Brent losing at a round of Catch Phrase and having to show off his Hula Hoop skills or lack there of!

Our newest game we added to the party this year...Badminton. You would think with a group of ex-baseball players this wouldn't be a tough thing for them, but I have never laughed so much at them playing this game. Thanks East!

For the past couple of years we have had a party for all of Brent's close baseball friends from college. The past 2 years we have hosted this event and we love having a house full of our friends. We do nothing but relax, play cornhole, and when night falls sit around a fire and tell random stories or play word games. We always have so much fun and hate when Sunday arrives and everyone goes home.

This weekend was our party, but we were fortunate enough to have one of the other couples host this year. They just bought a house and decided that they wanted to have the party at their house. When we made these plans months ago we had no idea this would be a blessing in disguise. As much as I love playing host and having everyone in my house, I just don't know if I would have had the energy. Luckily, I didn't feel bad this weekend and actually saw past 8:30 two nights in a row!!! Brent and I were very impressed that I didn't sleep the weekend away like I usually do. But there was just so much going on and so much catching up on I didn't want to miss a minute. Plus with this group of guys you NEVER know what random thing is going to happen and you don't want to miss it! By Saturday night our cheeks hurt from laughing so much. I hate that we are spread out between 4 states but we always look forward to these weekends. I am already counting down til next year!

The Bump

Can you see it?

I am 12 weeks and some change today. I have been feeling like poo the last couple of days and started actually getting sick in the last week. Which is a bad and a good thing. Bad because I do NOT do sick. I don't care if it is a friend, husband, dog, or myself I do NOT do sick. So much so that Brent and I have an agreement that I will handle ALL poop and he will handle ALL vomit. You mothers out there are saying it will be different when it is your own child. Ha! I think not because when I am hovering over my eyes have to be shut and ears have to be plugged. Just talking about it gives me chills. So the good part of it has been for me to see Brent's "assisting" skills in action. He is getting better, but only because after our first episode, we had to go over guidelines of what was proper and improper "assisting" manners. For instances, we don't make the one getting sick yell for the assistant 3 times. When finally getting to the bathroom, we are supposed to automatically know that the person needs a COLD washrag. It is not helpful to give a play by play of sights, sounds, etc. And last, it is very rude to make that person relive that moment by talking about it later. Like I said he is getting better and I'm just used to having a loving mother or friend hold by hair back and know exactly what I need, that I forget this was not covered in the vows.

Other than the trauma of getting sick I'm doing ok. Actually today I woke up feeling like poo, but the chocolate icing on my chocolate cake...yumm that sounds good. Wonder how I can convince Brent to get me cake?...Anyway my day turned around this morning when my best friend (Jaclyn, who I work with) called me into her office to tell me a good story. Excited that I was going to hear some random funny story I bounce in her office. What do you ask was this good story that turned my day around? She is PREGNANT!!!!! 9 weeks pregnant to be exact. Which means she is 3 weeks behind me! How awesome is that?! We have been through a lot with each other since meeting in 4th grade in Mrs. C. Berry's class and now we are going to get to be pregnant together and have babies together! I can't think of anything better than going through this with my best friend. Finally, someone who feels my pain about being tired, hungry constantly, and sick. I will be a mom and aunt all within a month of each other! I couldn't be happier! Well maybe I could, where is that cake?!

Greatest Invention...EVER!!

I haven't been able to button my pants for about 3 weeks now. Well I can button them, but breathing isn't an option. So I was using rubber bands, binder clips, and sometimes just leaving them unbuttoned which made me feel like a complete perv. I knew I was still too small for maternity pants but I was too big for my regular pants. What is a gal to do? Apparently some genius came up with this amazing product called BeBand. It is a stretchable band that goes around your waist that holds up your pants and hides the fact that they are unbuttoned. I am loving this thing and wondering why I haven't heard of this before because I could have been fitting into a whole new wardrobe that was left behind after I gained my "marriage weight."

I will spare you a picture of me in mine but here is what is looks like.

It Is Official!

We decided that we would wait until after we heard the baby's heartbeat to tell everyone. Well today was the day we heard a beautiful heartbeat and now it is time to tell the world our news...

WE'RE PREGNANT!!!!

How We Told the Fams

I love surprises! I love getting them and I love surprising other people. So the minute Brent and I decided we wanted to get pregnant, I immediately went into planning mode of how we would tell our families. Brent's mom had made a comment before about how she was gonna hate how she couldn't see our kids and his older brother kids everyday or every week like she does Aubrey, the first grandchild who lives where they do. As soon as the words left her mouth I knew that I wanted to get them a webcam. Now, I just had to figure out what to do for my parents. I'm not sure what made me decide on onesies, I think I saw it in a magazine, but I thought it was a cute idea.





The minute we found out we were pregnant I ran out and had the onesies made. My dad's said, "I (heart) G-Diddy." Since my junior or senior year in high school I started calling my dad Diddy. I'm not sure why that name, but it just one of those things that happens when you are on a mission trip and spend too much time on a church bus. My brother's, Jason, said "Uncle Mayo ROCKS!" Mayo is his long time nickname and most people don't even know his real name! Last my mom's said "Momaw Spoils Me." Again with the nicknames. I used to watch this little boy at church and he would just say the cutest things. One night Mom and I were talking with him and he mentioned going to see his Momaw (M0-mawah), his grandmother. For some reason this struck us funny and we thought it was the cutest thing to call a grandmother. When we got our dog, Colt, I started calling my mom that when I talked to Colt about her. Yes I'm weird. I talk to my dog! The crazy thing is you mention Momaw and his ears perk up. He knows who it is. The onesies didn't turn out exactly the way I wanted. I think me and the store that made them had communication problems. They would get the message across though. I just had to sit on them for 3 weeks until my brother came home. Urgh!!!





Finally, the day arrived for us to tell my parents. If I had been feeling better that day I would have been pumped, but as it was, it was also family picture day and the jeans I was wearing were starting to get tight and that never makes a gal happy! Right before we headed out the door, I told them I had something for them to wear during the photo shoot. I passed out their gift bags and Dad was the first to pull his out. He smiled and said 'uh-oh.' My mom looks up and her face goes blank. She said 'oh my gosh! are you kidding me?' I smiled and told her no and my brother had pulled his out and laughed. We did a quick pose for a picture and then Mom rushed us out the door. I told Brent once we got in the car that my mom has no idea what we just did. And she didn't. She called me later that night to tell me congratulations. She said she was in so much shock she forgot to tell us. I laughed and told her it was fine and that I figured she wasn't fully grasping what we just did. I'm sure it was a big shock since I have done nothing but discourage the idea of children for awhile just to throw people off.





We just had to wait 2 MORE weeks before we could tell Brent's parents. Luckily time passed by quickly, and the time came for us to meet them in Cincinnati for a little time together and watch some Reds' games. Their birthday's are both in September, and his dad's was the following Thursday, so we told them that they had to get a joint birthday gift this year. We handed Pam the bag and she opens the webcam. She smiles and says its nice and neat, not noticing the note I wrote on the front. She takes a moment and reads the note then looks up at me and smiles. She said 'really?' I nodded and we hugged. She passed the gift off to Tom who read the note but didn't seem like he was getting it. I waited a moment and said 'I'm pregnant.' He laughed and hugs all around again. Oh the note I put on the webcam said "Even though you won't be down the road; You'll always be able to watch me grow. Baby M."





I think we really shocked our families, which is what I wanted to do. Now I can't wait for everyone else to know!

My dad, brother and mom.

Brent's mom and dad.

You May Be Wondering...

How far along am I...11 weeks.





When are we due...March 24





You had no idea we were trying...That was kind of the point. No one did. I take that back, 5 people knew (2 strangers, 2 in laws, and my best friend). The only reason 4 of them knew is because Brent is horrible at lying and gets flustered when asked to. So instead of going with the story I had laid out for him, he just blurts out that we are trying when hanging out with his brother, our sister-in-law and his brother's boss and his wife. And of course this is something that best friends just sometimes discuss. Anyway, I am weird because I feel like when you let people know you are trying, you are just advertising what you are doing in your spare time and us good Southern Belles just don't advertise what goes on at home when no one is around! :)





How do I feel...Nauseous! And each week it seems to be a new level of it. The past 2 weeks dry heaving has settled in. My FAV! I will not complain too much to you, that is what Brent is for! I know this is a blessing and I should be grateful or at least that is what I tell myself when I run to be one with the porcelain!





How has Brent handled it all...TROOPER!!! Bless his heart! Even though we have been together for 8 years, he has never had the pleasure of being around me when I was sick. I am NOT a good sick person. I am grumpy and want to be left alone so I can sleep it off. Well there is no sleeping this off no matter how many naps I take during the day. So he has had to suffer through with my mood swings, or as we like to say my one mood swing (BAD) and my lack of motivation to do anything as soon as I get home. I feel sorry for him and I try my best to be nice, but if he would learn just to insert his head in my mouth it would make it a lot easier to bite off and things would run a lot smoother! :)





Are we hoping for a boy or girl...Of course we are going to say it doesn't matter and it really doesn't. I'm betting I have a boy my first go around only because Brent is 1 of 3 boys, his dad is 1 of 2, and his grandfather is 1 of 2. I know my side doesn't count, but my dad is 1 of 3, all my uncles had boys first, and my grandmother had 9 brothers. The odds are against us to have a girl. The only saving grace that I have that I will ever produce a girl is all 4 Miller great grandchildren have been girls. We shall see. Despite me hating to breathe the same air as my older brother growing up, I enjoyed having the extra protector when needed. So a boy first would be nice.