Gasso gets the Pet of the Day Award!!!

God sent us Barkley, our little weenie dog, 2 years ago to prepare us for children. That was His plan - I know it. Not to learn responsibility and how to teach, discipline, and reward. But, how to learn to deal with the peeing, pooping, vomiting, chewing, destroying, whining, rebelling, bringing dead squirrels into the house....oh wait, hopefully our kids won't do that!

It's 4:15 in the morning, all is quiet in the house...until Barkley starts whining and doing what he is so aptly named for....barking. We both know this isn't a good sign, because this has happened before.....numerous times. We both say some "choice words" as we crawl out of bed. It looks like a scene from Night of the Living Dead as we stumble down the hallway and into the living room. I'm not quite ready to fully commit to waking up, keeping one earplug in. Yes, I wear earplugs to bed....they are oblong foam miracles that saved our marriage. Jon snores, and I'm a light sleeper. Back to the story.

We both smell what we expected to smell. Poop. Not just any kind of poop - "sick" poop. In his crate. After a few more "choice words", we kick it into gear. Since this has happened numerous times before, because Barkley apparently has a doggie version of IBS (irritable bowel syndrome), we know the routine. I let Barkley outside to finish any other business he may need to finish. Then I grab him and quickly run to the bathtub to give him a bath. Jon on the other hand, gets the fun job - cleaning the crate. Poor guy - I would've helped him, but with the smell that was coming out of that thing, he'd be cleaning that plus the vomit that would be coming out of me! Yes, I played the pregnancy card :)

After Barkley's bath, he of course had to jump on the couch and on to some clean folded clothes, to shake all the water off. After chasing him around and finally catching him, we put him back in the crate, washed up, and went back to bed to try and salvage what little sleep we had left. As we were lying there, Jon mutters, "Gasso is my favorite pet now" and I agreed with him.

For those that don't know - Gasso is Jon's devil cat that has it out for me. Gasso and I are at war - she's winning, for now. However, she is loved today because she finally gets the Pet of the Day award. She better enjoy it, because it's the only one she'll get :)

Congratulations Gasso!

Happy St. Patty's Day!

Almost 13 weeks! I can't believe it.

I'll start with Thursday night. We went to our friends, Ricky and Jackie's, for dinner. They spoiled us! They had yummy cheeses and meats for appetizers. Then they brought out the homemade lasagna, salad, and bread. It was awesome! We also got to see Kyle and Emily's new little baby girl. She's so precious - and such a good baby! Our friends, Brett and Keely were there also. Keely is my fellow redhead and she's also preggers. She's about 8 weeks ahead of me. We had a good night with friends and props to Ricky and Jackie for the fun and food! They're awesome hosts!

Friday night, all day Saturday, and Sunday, Jon had to work - poor guy! This week is going to be hard on him too. It's spring break and he's short-handed. So, this weekend I just hung around the house and got some laundry and housework done. Saturday night, I had a major craving for meatloaf. So, I decided I'd make one! Jon hates meatloaf - so now I've got a freezer full of lunches for the next week! While I was doing laundry, I got sucked in to a show about Big Foot sightings in Oklahoma. What the heck! Big Foots in Oklahoma?!?!?! We've gotta move....

Sunday, we went to Patty's (my MIL) for St. Patty's dinner. She's always so festive :) We had roast, potatoes, veggies, and cabbage. It was great! Little Henry became a little chunky monkey this week! He's got little rolls around his arms and legs. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen!

This weekend was a good weekend as far as nausea goes. I hope that means it's fading (fingers-crossed, knock-on-wood)!!

Dry heaves are the worst!!!

So, I've been great with the vomiting lately - none since the chicken taco incident over a week ago!!! Until this morning, for no apparent reason, I started dry heaving! Lovely. Let's hope that's the end of it!

I've also noticed this past week that onions do not agree with me. Cooked onions are okay, it's the raw ones that the baby REALLY doesn't like. This saddens me, because I love onions and eat them on everything!

We've really started buckling down and getting some names picked out. Still having problems with the boy names, but we're 99% sure if it's a girl, her name will be Maggie Grace. Maggie means Pearl and Grace means Grace of God. Grace was the middle name of my Memaw. She was a very special lady in my life, and I've always known that if I have a daughter, that will be her middle name. As for boy names, we like Samuel - call him Sam. But we aren't sold yet. If you have any great boy names, do share!

Almost 12 weeks!

I can't believe we are almost to the 12 week mark! Wow - time has flown.

This past weekend, we attended the wake and funeral of a dear friend, Brian. He was such a great guy - his life touched so many people. We are thankful to have known him.

After the funeral Saturday, Jon had to go to work. I spent the rest of the day at Patty's with Donnie, Liz, Bernie, and little Henry Hank. It was nice to just sit, talk, and play with Henry. It was a good day to be with family.

Sunday, I actually got up, went grocery shopping, and cleaned some! I actually cleaned our guest bathroom, which was in dire need of some bleach and scrubbing :) Jon decided to surprise me and come home early from work. We headed to Patty's for dinner that night.....the chili cheese dogs were a hit!! And, so was Patty's homemade chicken noodle soup that I will be having for lunch today!

Last night - Jon got the grill out and we grilled some chicken! I made corn-on-the-cob and baked potatoes. It really hit the spot!

We heard the heartbeat!!!

And yes, there's just one heartbeat - for those of you who've been saying triplets!!! You know who you are :) It was so awesome! The nurse said she thought it was around 170. There's an old wives tale saying you can tell the gender by the heartbeat. Although, I've heard conflicting things. Either it's faster if it's a girl or it's faster if it's a boy. So, who knows? We'll just have to wait a few more weeks I guess :) The doctor seems pretty confident she can tell the gender at 18 weeks. So, just a couple more months! There's some other old wives tales I'm going to try out over the next few weeks. Maybe it'll help pass the time :)

We're still completely clueless on names. We've got a few in mind for a girl, but are having some trouble with boy names. It is so hard deciding! I'll like one that Jon doesn't like, or vice versa. Poor little baby may be stuck with Jondice if we can't ever decide! haha.

Sadness

Yesterday morning, one of our friends, Brian, passed away unexpectedly. He's the brother of one of our good friends, Jen, and was such a wonderful, fun-loving guy. We are all still in shock, and our heart breaks for this family. Jen just had a beautiful baby girl a month ago today. Please say a prayer for this family - pray that they find peace and comfort soon. I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Weekend Catchup

Friday night I had bunco with the girls. We always have SO much fun, and it's good to catch up. It's been almost an entire year of playing together - so it was time to celebrate! I enjoyed my "mocktail" - virgin bloody mary :)

I also went shopping on Saturday. I'm not comfortable in ANY of my clothes, and I decided it was time to dive in to the world of maternity clothing. I am very excited to have found a maternity consignment shop in Yukon!! I found a few cute shirts there. Then, I went to Target, Old Navy, and Motherhood Maternity. I found some really good deals and I should be set for a while! By the end of the day, I was exhausted and starting to feel nauseous again. So, Jon and I just layed in bed and watched movies the rest of the evening.

Sunday - we just vegged out until evening and went to Patty's for dinner. It's always such good food and we get to see our cute little nephew Henry! He's 3 months old now, and frankly - he's a genius!! Love that kid!

My hormones were also in overdrive this weekend. Poor Jon. I'll have good days, then bad days. I'm SO ready for the second trimester, where I hear things should get better. Of course, my mom said she was sick the entire 9 months with me. Let's hope Karma doesn't rear her ugly head :)

Here's a pic of me at nearly 11 weeks, in one of my new outfits: