This Post Is Not About the Baby's Gender

It's about Matthew's new shirt and my pretty flowers. See?Matthew wanted you to take in every detail of his new shirt, courteousy of Zoey's Attic.Needless to say - we're all thrilled about, well, Matthew's new shirt, and my pretty flowers. THRILLED!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.S. Like the new template? I don't know, the color scheme just came to me tonight...

Drum Roll Please

Most of you know that tomorrow is the big ultrasound day. I am soooooo excited. I can't quite believe still we're cheating and finding out. But I also cannot wait for that moment tomorrow.

The only bad part is, last time I found out the sex, I got to hold that kiddo a few minutes later. This time - ah! - I've got such a long wait left to go.

Hopefully it'll be more motivating than anything else - as I will have lots of blue or pink decorating to do in the next few months. Well, after I sell my house and buy another one and move all my crap into it, that is. THEN I get to pick the paint swatches.

And, hopefully baby will be perfectly happy and healthy in there. First and foremost. Wish us luck.

And check back here tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel, for what promises to be a newsworthy post.

And Survey Says

Yep, your squinting eyes aren't deceiving you.

We are pregnant again!

On Christmas morning, about 7:30 or so, we woke up and took the test. I say we because WE literally did. Didn't do this other times, but was so nervous, I made Mike come in.

We both sat waiting for the hourglass to turn to Pregnant. And thankfully, amazingly, it did!

Mike saw it first. He kept leaning over to look at it. I was all, Stop it, you're making me nervous, they said THREE MINUTES, HONEY!

Then I looked up and he had this grin and nodded his head that direction. So I leaned over and ... there is was.

We knew already - when I was tired, when my boobs hurt, when I requested McDonald's twice in two days after probably eating it twice in the past year. When I took a nap at my parents. When I was ready for bed at 8:30 since Saturday night ... we knew.

But there's still no replacement for seeing that test.

I feel blessed, lucky, nervous, happy and thrilled. And like we really did just whip up the best Christmas present for ourselves ever.

Here We Go Again

It's Day Three of suspiscion.

Sore boobs.
Extra tired.
Eating the lights out (clearly a mixed bag. Everyone eats like a preggo at Christmas).
4 days late.

Waiting one more day and then taking that test. May be a mistake "testing too early again" but then again, I want to know what's happening in my body - either way.

Here's to hoping ... it'll be my Christmas morning present to myself ... just gotta wait one more day and not let those EPT tests hiding upstairs in the guestroom at my mom's house burn a hole in my pocket... I talked Michael into the early test. I hope neither of us are disappointed this time.