Dear Baby Boy...

Call it wishful thinking, but Daddy and I have already noticed some pretty amazing things about you while you've been floating around doing your thing in my tummy.

First, you're such a good little guy. We like to think that you have something to do with the fact that Mommy never got morning sickness, but even if not, you definitely have been responsible for avoiding her bladder. I love you for steering clear, and not making me run for a bathroom any more than usual. You are a sweet, mellow baby, and every ultrasound we've had shows you contentedly sucking your thumb, or gently tapping your umbilical cord with your little toes, or even kissing the inside of Mommy's tummy.  No crazy flips, or acrobatics or somersaults.  Just mellow rolls and ankle crossing. You always gently tap, and never pummel Mommy (except when I eat Indian food, then craziness ensues. We don't know if this means you love it and can't contain your excitement, or hate it and think you are being poisoned... but the one time I ate it, you were going crazy enough that I thought you might be in distress). Daddy likes to proudly say that you're a good little guy who treats his mommy right. We're hoping all this means that you have Daddy's easy-going temperament, and not that you're saving up all your energy for when you come out and meet us.

You are always content to let Mommy do her thing, and seem to be especially content (or lulled into comatose-like sleep... take your pick) on the days she takes her long morning walks with PaPa. When Daddy and I went to Disneyland last weekend, you happily tagged along for a 8:30am-10:45pm day of riding rides and standing in lines, even though I probably didn't take breathers as often as I should have. I like to joke that the only time you seem to get a bit moody and insistent is when I've gone a bit too long between meals...just like your daddy.  You like your food, and you like it in a timely manner. Once you're fed, the nudging usually stops, and you're back to your happy go lucky self.

When you were just starting out and only weeks old, you LOVED your vegetables. The one "pregnancy craving" moment your mommy remembers was in the middle of the night while at the in-laws house for Christmas. I was suddenly starving and HAD to have veggies--to the point that I was almost in tears. Daddy sweetly snuck out of bed and came back with a whole plate of celery sticks, carrots, pickles, peppers, broccoli, and some gluten free ranch dressing he'd somehow wrestled up. I was in heaven, and DEVOURED the WHOLE plate of veggies in no time flat. Unfortunately, in the months since then you went through a long stage of HATING veggies (eating them was torture for Mommy), and then being lukewarm about them, which is weird since I've always loved them before you came along. Luckily, your aversion has been improving the past month or so.

Your favorite food throughout has been anything dairy. You had me a bit concerned during the stage when I was eating cereal for breakfast, yogurt and string cheese for a late morning snack, a cheese sandwich for lunch, cottage cheese and pears for an afternoon snack and a big glass of milk with some kind of cheesy dinner. But you've become a bit less ravenous for the moo the last few months.

Daddy seems to have the same magical, calming effect on you that he has on Mommy. He didn't get to feel you move for quite awhile because whenever you were a tappin' and I'd get Daddy's hand to the spot, you'd instantly stop.

You are almost 28 weeks old now, and the past 5 weeks or so you've been growing like a weed. The past couple of weeks, people have begun feeling comfortable asking Mommy if she is pregnant.

Me and your Aunt Meggie at 25ish weeks.

But what we've noticed most of all about you is how much you are already loved. Even though your nursery is nonexistent, and baby planning often gets put on the back burner because of the all the craziness of moving and house building, and sometimes Mommy and Daddy might seem to completely forget that a baby is on the way, we promise we are already in love. We couldn't feel more blessed and can't wait to get to know your sweet little self even better.

Mwah baby boy. We'll be seeing you soon!

It's a...

Making Appearances

We are safe and sound in Utah and have made somewhat of an appearance in our new life... I think. Things have been wild and surreal enough that we're still not quite sure what is happening!

Brian DID make his appearance at work, and has just about wrapped up his first week. He is still adjusting and missing old friends, but enjoying everything else I think. He's more rested than he's been in forever, and is definitely enjoying the 15 minute commute that's replaced the hour + one he had in D.C.

I've been making lots and lots of appearances at model homes throughout the valley, trying to figure out our living situation. No end in sight.

My parents have been making appearances any and every time we need help. From packing us up and loading the truck, to driving across the country, unpacking us, helping me wash our travel weary cars, and touring model homes... they haven't missed a beat. We are truly blessed to have such love and support.

And last but not least, our little one has finally decided to make his/her grand appearance.  I think he/she got as bored as we did while driving through Wyoming (WORST state EVER), needed something to do, and turned on the growth spurts.  I left Alexandria with no real bump in sight, and now... whala. So, as requested, a belly photo for your viewing...enjoyment? :)

20 weeks down. 20 more to go.  I can't believe we find out what this little munchkin will be on Friday (hopefully, anyway).  With the move and all the craziness, I have a feeling he/she will be making his appearance into our lives before we even have time to know what hit us!

Oh boy... or girl

So, funny story that I haven't got around to telling yet...

Picture a cold, early morning in December. Brian is in bed SOOOOOOOOoooooo sick and out of it (sick enough that later that day he went to the doctor, which if you know him you know means something).  This is about the time I see one too many lines on a pregnancy test, and come out to tell Brian, "Um...I think there is something you should see in the bathroom."  He seemed to catch my drift immediately, which is good because when you think about what I said the weird possibilities are endless. :)  He stumbled out of bed, confirmed the positive result and... we proceeded to pat each other on the back and side hug (literally) while he tried to contain his germs and express his excitement. It was like a scene after a basketball game: "Good game, Sport!" Before too long, I was laughing hysterically. "Not quite how I pictured us reacting to finding out we were having our first child... you?" Priceless.

So there you have it. We are having a baby!  August 24th is the estimated go-time, so at 16 1/2 weeks we don't know if it's a boy or a girl quite yet, but since we don't really have a preference either way and we've had almost all of our kids named for years and years... :)  We should be good to go. We are excited, and freaked out, and happy, and every other emotion imaginable (especially on Amber's side...ha ha ha).

The pregnancy has been great so far. I've been exhausted, but haven't had morning sickness (hallelujah... man do I feel blessed), and the doctor tells us that the baby and I look perfect.

And one more thing I should throw out there, as if that news isn't enough... Brian and I have been incredibly busy lately. (Hmm...somehow, I feel that could come across wrong. Rephrase: "Brian and I have more crazy news that has been keeping us busy"? Hmmm... oh well. Onward.)  Two weeks from today, we will roll out of our cute little apartment in a moving truck.  Headed for (drum roll please).... Utah! It's all happened super fast. When we found out I was pregnant, we started looking at job options closer to family just for fun, not really thinking anything would come of it. He applied for a perfect sounding position in the internal auditing department of Overstock.com, and within a couple of days had an interview. A couple weeks ago, they flew him out for another interview, and a couple days later offered him the job. It's a great opportunity, and with everything falling into place the way it is, we feel like it's being divinely orchestrated.  We are excited and happy, but also super sad to leave this beautiful area that we've called home for 5 years. We've loved it. But we also love family, so 2013 should be good to us.

How's that for turning your life completely upside down all at once? :)  This is what we do, though: start new chapters of our lives with a completely clean slate. We get married, and start completely fresh in VA. We start a family, and start completely over in UT. Looking back at how well the first 5 years of our marriage went, we think this next chapter will be awesome too.

Virginia friends, we will miss you like crazy and BEG you to keep in touch. Utah friends and family, the THREE of us will be seeing you soon!

A Weekend at the Bay

When Brian handed me my Valentine this year, it was a message in an adorable purple bottle (cork and all). The rolled up message told me we were headed to a historic B&B on the Eastern Shore of Maryland the first weekend in March. So excited. And the timing of the trip couldn't have been more perfect.  After one of the most stressful, crazy weeks I can remember in quite a long time, we loaded up the car Friday morning and drove away from it all.

The Combsberry Inn in Oxford, Maryland was secluded (think Maryland country land... no neighbors... driving down a loooooong tree lined lane to get to the manor...), right on the water (the Chesapeake Bay area is beautiful), filled with migrating geese (fields and fields full), and oh-so-relaxing.

The highlights:

*Having the whole carriage house to ourselves. No one else was booked for that weekend, so the shared living space, with a fireplace and full kitchen, became ours all ours. The whole back of the house was windows, and the view of the water was scrumptious.

*Laughing as snow flurries set in at night, and then sitting by the fire chatting for hours before diving into frozen pizzas, hot chocolate, games and movies.

*Strolling through quaint St. Michaels, shivering and popping in antique shops, souvenir shops, Christmas shops and everything in-between.

*Getting let into the Maritime Museum for free, since they were closing, and getting to climb to the top of the Hopper Straight Lighthouse (which is all we really wanted to do at the Maritime Museum, so it worked out amazingly).

*Receiving an oh-so-cute breakfast basket each morning, complete with gluten-free muffins, yogurt, and mason jars of delicious orange juice and fresh fruit.

*Having Brian say to me the morning we checked out, "Ok...so now that we're leaving I can say this. Sleeping here at night scared the bajeebies out of me!"  I couldn't believe it, especially considering the night before we'd heard a noise out in the living area, and he'd stormed out ready to take on the bad guy.  Hilarious. I'm not sure why he'd be scared: sleeping in a mostly glass house, in the middle of nowhere, pitch black all around, no cell service... seems safe to me. :)

All in all, the perfect weekend away. Couldn't have asked for a better gift. Or hubbie. Just love.

As always, more photos on facebook.