Thanksgiving

Well this Thanksgiving was a crazy one, we traveled quite a bit! I left work early on Wednesday and we drove down to Bridge City to spend Thanksgiving day down there. Then we drove back that evening because I had a hair appointment (yes you read right, doctor says it's perfectly fine as well as acrylic nails and pedicures!) the next morning. Jason's family came up to Bryan though to spend the weekend with us and go see the Christmas lights. Jason got the entire weekend off, but this means that he will be working the weekend of Christmas all by himself :( Anyway, it was a nice time in both places, we told Jason's Granny while down in Bridge City about the baby and she was very happy for us. Now we just need to tell my grandmother then the whole town will know!

----- WHY WOMEN ARE CRANKY -----

I just thought this was funny...I am sure cranky these days, with reason I would like think, but for the most part I try to catch myself although it has been really hard these days. I like to think of myself as a "tell it like it is" type of a person, my mouth speaks before my head has time to think about it sometimes. Anywho...this just made me laugh and think to myself that I have only just begun the best years of my life! :)

ENJOY!

We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.

Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we're bloated, we're cramped, we've got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.

Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.

Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, the amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.

Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.

Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.

After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

Then come their 'Teen Years.

' Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...

So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me!

The 'Midwife'

Ok, so after my initial doctor visit and blood-work (which all came back GREAT...particularly the one saying that I am not anemic!), I was told I needed to meet with the resident Midwife. I have my own personal opinions of Midwives, but they said I needed to so why not. Well, this woman was a looney-tune! You know, when I ask you a question, asking for your medical opinion, give me an answer, don't tell me to "think about it" or "analyze this," you answer my question, heck, I'm paying enough to come to you so it shouldn't be that hard! Ugh! Ok, I'll step off my soap-box now. Had some regular things to check up on, then we got some more pictures, and then, heard the sweetest sound I've ever heard...a sweet lil' pitter-patter. That beating is enough to just melt your heart away and it just about did. Midwife says that it is a good, strong, heartbeat of about 120 bpm. My mom says that is fast, meaning girl for her, internet says that is actually very slow...girls usually range in the 160-180 bpm. Bubba already named a boy, no matter what we name 'it' he says he will be calling 'it' Kash. So here's some more photos of our lil' peanut:

The bottom is displaying the heartbeat

Here she was measuring the baby, it's actually measuring a few days back but still an active lil' critter non-the-less, he/she was kicking and moving around quite a bit while we were trying to get a good picture

There is only one baby in there...I PROMISE!

This is probably the best photo of the baby of the bunch, zoomed in quite a bit, but we had to work to get it, he/she would not quit moving around

Oh, I also had to get a flu shot...dumbest thing I have ever done! She gave it to me in my shoulder...literally, Jason saw the spot, it was in my shoulder and I was in quite a bit of pain! I go back for my monthly visit in December so we'll see how the lil' one is growing by then!

The news is out!

So we made a quick trip down to Bridge City to let everyone in on the secret down there. We had to quickly change plans when we called and Jason's parents said they were heading out of town the next morning for a camping trip. So I rush to get off work and we trucked it on down there, getting in around 10ish, I think everyone had an 'idea' of what was going on, random trip down in the middle of a week with the excuse of "I had vacation to burn and Jason just wanted to get out of town for a couple of days" and he had just been there the week before. It went well, we told his parents and sister and brother-in-law, but of course, asked that they not tell anyone just yet, until we are ready to share the news.

First doctor visit!

Well we went to the doctor this week, it's crazy all the things that they tell you and everything that you have to change and remember and it's just so much to consider! And I can't wait to be able to start talking about it all! Jason and I agreed that we wouldn't wait until I'm done with my first trimester, sickness has certainly set it and it's hard for me to hide things from my parents so we sat them down to dinner on Thursday and broke the news to them. Mom was completely oblivious to what was going on, Dad said he had a feeling he knew what we were up to and Trey already knew...I had to tell someone and it just 'slipped' out one day! We are going to go to Bridge City next week to share the news with the James side of the family. Here are the first pics of our lil' peanut:

Oh...official due date of my peanut is June 23, 2011

Ugh...the sickness

I went to a friend's house to watch the Cowboys game over the weekend, Jason was working and I didn't feel like dealing with trick-or-treaters at the house but I was only able to handle about 2 hours before the sickness hit and there were just too many smells going on and my body said "get the heck out of this place!" I really hope the sickness passes soon! The whole 'morning sickness' thing is totally a myth! There is no set time that it hits, it is there from sun up to sun down! Lying down is the worse for me! I haven't really gotten 'sick' that many times, here or there something happens that triggers but for the most part it is just a constant feeling of nausea that won't go away. Crackers and Sprite/Ginger Ale are my bff right now! And Jason, bless his sweet lil' heart, "it's like a hangover honey, just go throw up and you'll feel better." You know the saying "walk a mile in my shoes" well I would love for him to walk an hour in my shoes right now and feel this feeling!

"The end result is worth it, the end result is worth it, THE END RESULT IS WORTH IT!" - Right Katie?