Ever have one of those moments where you feel like a complete idiot, and you have no one to blame but yourself? Well, I had one of those moments on Sunday. Yesterday morning Josh and I woke up and did our normal Sunday morning routine. We were going to the late service at church, because we had 1:00 lunch plans with my family. We never go to late service, so I was really looking forward to seeing some people I don't see very often. So I had finished my makeup/hair routine, and then the question all of us girls dread on a Sunday morning..."What in the world am I going to wear?" I am just getting to that place in my pregnancy that things are getting a little tight. They still fit, but anything with a button is really uncomfortable. But since we were going to lunch after church, I didn't want to dress up, so I decided to wear jeans. I put on all the necessary under garments and I went to put on my jewerly. I heard on the radio that the heat index for the day was going to 104 degrees!! Blah!! Well jeans are too hot in 104 degree heat. So I elected to wear some really cute white capris that still fit pretty well. Cool, comfy, etc... So off we go to church. We were actually on time for a change. I was SO proud of myself. I was ready in 25 minutes, AND we were on time for church!! So I stopped and talked to a couple of people in the hall. All is going great, right? Well, we go to sit down, and my hiny hadn't hit the bench for 2 seconds, when I had that sinking feeling... In my rush at home, I forgotten to change in to the proper undergarments for white pants. I still had on my RED w/ white polka dot w/turquoise trim panties adorning my pregnant rear-end!! I leaned over to Josh immediately and whipsered "we have to leave...now!" I explained why and we exited the back door before the first song was even sung! UGH!!!! Such a great morning ruined!!! Well, of course, we live 35-40 minutes from church. There's was NO way we were going all the way back home to change, so we went to Target and purchased some appropriate under garments. By that time, it was too late to go back to church, so we just waisted time until lunch. I'm sure I made a bigger deal than it was, but as girls, we all know "that" feeling.
Anyway, on the baby front...
Things are going very well. I am about 12 weeks now. I had a Dr. appt on Friday and I was able to hear the heart beat for the first time! It was really fun...and a big relief. I am sure I am not the only one to experience this, but I am a little anxious between appts. Just the inablilty to tell if all is well is a hard thing. I mean, I have had no symptoms of miscarriage, but it is still comforting to be able go and know everything is going the way it should be. She said everything was perfect. The heartrate was 160 beats per minute. Which, if I believed all the old wives tales, the baby would be a girl. (Anything over 140 b/p/m is suppose to be a girl) But I don't believe that. But we only have 8 more weeks before we find out what it is! The morning sickness is subsiding. I still have moments, but for the most part, it's going away fairly well. No weird cravings yet. I have fleeting thoughts of things that sound yummy, but those thoughts go away as quickly as they came. But I am certain before this whole adventure is over, there will be a few.
Buddy is getting so big! He's 7 months old now and rotten as ever! Josh's sweet, precious grandma made him 2 really cute pillows. Well, anything that is stuffed is just something he can rip and tear into little bits. Well, Grandma's pillow were double the fun, because she stuffed them with plastic grocery sacks. So once he was able to get the stuffing out of the pillow, the plastic had to be ripped to shreds too. Here's pic during the pillow ripping party!
