1/2 way there!

So, I'm 20 weeks pregs today which is extremely exciting!  Because that means I only have 20 more weeks until I get to meet my baby!  But wait, 20 more weeks sounds like a long time...grrrr...

I've had many highs and lows during these first 20 weeks (and I'm sure I'll have many many more to report during the last 20 weeks), but I'm happy to say, the highs definitely outweigh the lows...minus the extra sauce incident...which still devastates me to this day.

Let's start with some of the low points:
1.  Going from 0 to 60 from being happy to pure psychosis
2.  Burping every 3 seconds
3.  Having to pee every 30 minutes like a Russian racehorse
4.  Gaining weight
5.  Not being able to fit into ANY of my Marc Jacobs clothes
6.  Feeling puny and wimpy
7.  Crying during the iPhone commercials
8.  Tossing and turning all night long
9.  Listening to the stupid surgeon general about not drinking alcoholic beverages
10.  Headaches so bad I want to maul the face off of innocent victims (like the mailman)

Some of my high points:
1.  The look my husband's face when I told him I was pregnant
2.  Having a messy house and not giving a damn
3.  Seeing our baby's heartbeat at 7 weeks and realizing that I really WAS pregnant
4.  Trying to tell my dad on Father's Day that I was pregnant by giving him a baby bib and baby books, and my dad not understanding it at all
5.  Seeing our baby wave at us during the ultrasound
6.  Hearing the lady tell us that we're having a baby girl
7.  Seeing the look on my mother in law's face when we told her that she was finally getting her girl
8.  Hearing my 4 year old nephew say to me, "Aunt Soo, when I get bigger, and we go on the lake, I won't have to wear a life jacket, but the baby will.  She'll feel sad that I don't have to wear a life jacket and that she does....and that's not fair.  So, I'll wear one too, to make her happy...."
9.  Watching and listening to my husband talk to my belly
10.  Shopping for girl stuff!!!
11.  Realizing that this baby is going to be SO loved by not just our families, but by our friends as well
12.  Seeing her sweet little face

"Fagers have boys..."

...but not THIS Fager!  Yep!  It's true!  We've broken the cycle of "Fagers have boys..."!  Looks like we're gonna have a little diva on our hands!  We got to see her sweet little face and she even waved at us for a bit!  Everything looked great and she is "very active."  We feel so happy and so very blessed!  It was by far, one of the best days of our lives!  Now, I gotta get off this blog so I can shop!

miss piggie and the brat

So, I finally broke down and bought and wore a maternity dress.  I'm not proud about it, but I guess I am happy that my belly is getting bigger?  Anyways, the dress is still a little big on me...but only on days that I don't eat the all-you-can-eat fried chicken dinner at Giant City Lodge...

This past weekend, I got to meet up with my best friend and her 17 month old boy, Lincoln, who live in Kansas City.  It's so cute because Lincoln is starting to say words and make animal sounds.  Well, it was cute in the beginning.  My friend and I were trying to teach Lincoln to say my name but most of the time he just gave me a blank stare...until one last time when we tried to get him to say my name, he pointed at me and said, "Oink oink."  In case you don't know what animal sound that is, Lincoln basically called me a pig.  Twice.  My friend just started laughing and I was just glaring at the kid.  The kid that I used to love dearly.  Then my friend said, "No, Lincoln.  Her name is Soo.  Try saying 'Soo'."  Then once again, the little brat said, "Oink oink."  Bullying sure is starting at a much younger age these days...  All I know is, Lincoln might be left off of "Oink Oink's" Christmas list...

i don't think you're ready for this jelly...

So, here we are, finally in the month of September!  With every month that passes, I get a little bit more giddy inside knowing that February is that much closer!  However, I know that deep down, I'm not quite ready for February to get here.  Especially considering the office/nursery/storage room is a mess.  But in a couple of weeks, we'll get to find out the sex of babycakes!  Then all the fun shopping shall begin!  Yay!

People have been asking me to post pictures of my "cute" preggo belly...I hate to disappoint everyone, but I'm not one of those cute knocked up ladies with a perfectly round belly that looks as if I swallowed a mini-basketball.  Instead, I look like I have really bad gas or am severely constipated...not very "cute" if you ask me.  But I do get excited every week when I notice that my belly is getting a little bit bigger.  What I don't get excited about is that my ass is getting bigger as well.  I mean, I understand that I need to gain weight and that my belly is going to get bigger, but I'm not growing a baby in my ass...or boobs...or thighs.  So, why is it that every part of my body seems to be growing bigger??  (Except for my brain...I'm pretty sure that's the only thing shrinking...)  In the coming months, I expect my nose to expand across my face and look as if I'm growing a baby in my nose.  Yeah, yeah, yeah....I know it's all worth it in the end and I know I'll (hopefully) lose all the weight (and dimples) that I've acquired, but my daily (couture) wardrobe of a t-shirt and underwear are soon going to be affected as well...for all my t-shirts and underwear are size XS/S...  A bathrobe it is!