Does this baby make my butt look big?

23 weeks

So I was gonna talk about our trip to the coast for our babymoon but instead I want to ramble on about pregnancy. Why? I don't know. Just in the mood for it I guess. Blame it on the hormones.

There are some pretty awesome things that I sorta knew about pregnancy but hadn't really thought about logistically until they started happening to me.

Like I knew certain muscles wouldn't be up to the challenge of the extra weight on my bladder. Ok, no biggie, I'll just have to go to the bathroom extra and not jump on a trampoline. I can totally handle that.

Wrong.

Little did I know what it actually meant was that under no circumstance should I sneeze. Ever. Especially twice in a row. If I do feel a sneeze coming on I must cross my legs, bend my knees slightly, and squeeze with all my might to prevent an accident worthy of a two year old. Or a ninety year old. Whatever floats your boat.

Also, I think something broke in my stomach. Or my brain. Or maybe both. Basically I don't get full anymore. I pretty much just stop eating when my stomach feels like it might split open or when the scale says I've eaten approximately 10 lbs worth of food. It's great fun.

Or it will be until I weigh 300 lbs.

Babymoon

n. Last chance for a getaway before the baby comes.

See ya Tuesday!

Graduation

Ah, graduation.

Weird clothes, long speeches, and ancient rituals. What better way to end a school career that coincidentally also involved, weird clothes, long speeches, and ancient rituals.

In an ideal world BYU and UVU would have had their ceremonies a day or two apart so we could attend both in one fell swoop, but unfortunately that didn't happen so we just went to my ceremony.

Luckily, we, uh, discovered/borrowed without the owner's knowledge a cap, gown, and hood so we could dress Tyson up and pretend we went to his graduation!

Then it was my turn.

Luckily I went to the informative, awesome, and totally effecient graduation rehearsal which ultimately confused me and sent me walking in the wrong direction.

Without that we wouldn't have gotten this shot which ended up being my favorite of the event.

Here are a few more shots of the happy graduate. I don't really have much to say about them so you can just admire how cute I look in my cap with its pink tassle.

Oh! I do have something to say about this one though. Tyson and I spent a good half hour mocking this wolverine because we thought it looked like a half drowned dog/cat that was way out of proportion and poorly constructed. Well, we went to Cabela's later that night and saw an actual wolverine.

Looked just like the sculpture.

Not like Hugh Jackman.

We were humbled.

Grandma and Grandpa were nice enough to let us stay with them and even feed us while we were there. (hi grandma!!)
No trip would be complete without running across one of these.
And the real reason we went?
To see our friends one more time!

What lies in the shadow of the paper? (anyone watch LOST?)

Sor-ry!

Didn't mean to leave you in suspense for so long.
With a little bit of help from my two favorite present unwrappers...

We revealed a bike!
Anna was almost as excited as I was about it.But not quite. Like a giddy six-year-old I hauled the bike out the front door so I could ride it immediately.
Promptly setting a bad example for my unborn child about riding a bike with no helmet.

Remind me to destroy this picture when I'm teaching him about bike safety.

Suprise suprise

I came downstairs this morning to find this waiting for me.

I love love LOVE that Tyson would go to all the trouble to cover something this huge in wrapping paper. He rocks.

I just wish I didn't have to wait til tonight to open it!!

Oh yeah, it's my birthday.

:)

cuteness, craftyness, and crazyness

Let's start with the crazy.

Yesterday I went to the DMV to get my Washington licence. I figured it was about time since I've been officially living here for... uh, less than 30 days of course, and since it expires on my birthday (which is rapidly approaching).

I'd been looking forward to my upcoming DMV experience for days (much like you do, I imagine) and when the time came to go I gathered my documents carefully. I had researched what I needed on-line so the trip would be smooth and painless and as quick as possible.

Like a good shave.

What? Ok, I'm tired, let's get on with the story!

During the wait I preoccupied myself with my newly acquired restless leg syndrome and a survey about seat belts and then finally they called my number.

I hopped up to the counter and presented the lady with my papers.

DMV lady: And another form of i.d. please?

Me: Oh, um, ok. {I pulled out another i.d.}

DMV lady: And another form please?

Me: Wha....? Ok, does this work?

DMV: No.

Me: I... I don't know... What else do I need?

DMV: Did they give you a brochure at the front desk?

Me: ...

{She gives me a brochure and highlights my other options for i.d., none of which I have on me of course}

I don't have anything else for you I guess.

DMV: That's ok, I'll just enter in everything we have for you now so when you come back it will be quicker. {she really was very nice}

But as I was standing there, something very strange happened.

I started to cry.

At first it was just a prickle, then a slow welling, and then I was casually wiping under my eyes while pretending nothing was happening.

DMV: Do you need a kleenex?

Me: Oh! Pssh, no. I'm fine! Great!

The tears started flowing faster while I mentally flogged myself trying to make it stop.

DMV: You're not crying because you don't have enough i.d. are you?

Me: Of course not! I... It's the baby! It's making me crazy! And now I can't stop. Maybe I do need a kleenex, do you have some there? I really don't do this normally, I'm not even that upset, it's just the baby!

I seriously felt like a crazy person. And I didn't stop crying until I got to my car after bawling at the counter for like 10 min while she entered my info.

Weird. And embarrassing.

I went back today and got everything taken care of in case you were wondering.

On to the cuteness!

Meet my baby boy!

I know it's so hard to see what's actually going on in ultrasound pictures but I'm convinced that he is pretty much the most adorable baby ever. What can I say, these are only pictures a mother could love.
You can see his open little mouth in this one! It almost looks like he's smiling at us.

He's already practicing his thumbs up here. It's a work in progress.

Some of you may be wondering if we got a "money shot" proving his manliness.

We did.

It was quite obvious actually.

I considered posting it but I figured I would wait until he was at least out of the womb before I embarrassed him publicly on the blog. Plus, I'm just not sure how I feel about a peeper being on my website. It is what it is.

And, if that's not proof enough at what a great mom I'm going to be I already bought him his first outfit...

and made the first craft for his room!

These are painted wooden letters with paper modge podged onto them. I would have done his name but... what is it? I don't know. That is yet to be determined. Management will consider all suggestions if you have any.

To all of you who voted girl...

wrong.

IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!

We are so excited!!!