Free chicken has a hidden price.

Allow me to tell you about my day.

First of all, I slept until about 11:30, which is very unusual for me. I've been dealing with some minor sickness/swine flu over the weekend. I cooked Cassie lunch and sent her on to work. I then realized that KFC was giving away chicken. FREE chicken! It was then that I called Phil and made plans to drive to Louisville. I know that sounds weird but you have to understand that I rarely drive more than a few miles a day.

After showering I set off first to my workplace to grab a few items that needed to be returned to Office Depot. I figured I make that stop since I was already going to be in Louisville. Next stop was to pick up Phil, oh wait, I had to get gas first...then Phil. About 8 miles outside of the Mount some guy pulls up next to us and, with both hands flat, moves them up and down. Then he pointed at my rear passenger tire. Phil flung his head out the window and with a resounding "whoa", I knew we had some trouble in our future. My main dilemma was that KFC was only about 200 yards away. Knowing that I had to remedy mire tire situation, we pulled into a nearby gas station.

Apparently the going rate for compressed air is 75 cents. You'll thank me for that info someday. So, I never carry any money on me, and if I do it's all very large bills. At this point I decide to go inside and use the ATM and then get some change from the attendant. Well, the ATM is out of service and they don't take debit cards. We got back in the Jeep and went to the next gas station up. The ATM there worked and I bought some Lifesaver mints that Cassie really likes so that I could get some change for the air machine. The tire seemed to be holding air quite well. Problem solved? Let's find out.

When we left the gas station we went to KFC. After all that was the main purpose of our/my trip. The grilled chicken is amazing, however, that is not that focus of this post and I intend to finish my story. At the time we left KFC the tire still looked like it was in great shape. I thought about heading back home. I decided that the journey was not complete without going the Depot (I love office supplies, btw).

We made it to OD without any problems at all. We were even entertained by an aggressively driven, white Pontiac. They were working so hard to get through traffic and we ended up passing them when we turned in to the store. While in the store, I returned my items and purchased another large quantity CD binder. Side note: Phil's wallet fell out of the Jeep when we left/got there. The outcome of that story was pending until about 7:30 tonight. Said outcome is the successful recovery of the wallet and the loss of his only dollar.

I thought it would be a good idea to take the interstate route home. Bad idea. There's this thing called rush hour. Yeah, not cool. The ramp to get onto I-265 south from I-64 east was about a mile long and the Jeep wasn't having it. Just so you know, the tire is still in good shape. I rerouted and drove past I-265 with plans to get off at the Shelbyville exit and come around on the other side of the Mount.

About 20 miles later we were on route 55 towards Taylorsville. Phil noticed that the tire was getting low again. Like, really low. Lucky for us there was a gas station about 100 yards away. The air was 75 cents there too. After filling the tire up again we noticed/heard that there was leakage. The valve stem had sprung a leak on one side and if you pushed it hard enough the other way it stopped.
Phil: "We need some tape."
Me: "I don't have tape."
Phil: "I'll hold it while you look for something"

Bandaids. That's right...bandaids. I drove all the way back to the GreenHill shop (about 15 miles) before it got bad enough to worry about.

That's really all of the story. I did get the valve stem fixed for free at Walmart. "Free? Oh, okay. Thanks"

My dog smells.

I'm sitting in the living room. My husband just showed me a really stupid video. I love him. I don't really have any updates except that I had a run-in with some round ligament pain today and it scared the crap out of me for a sec. Umm... ouch!

Here's a picture. Not the best picture ever but I had to sneak into my neighbor's yard to take it. It was such a pretty day today!


My husband is sitting next to me and just sent me a facebook chat. And he has toilet paper shoved up his nose. We're lame.

Bye Bye Birdie

A few pics from the local high school production...

First Appointment

I had my first doctor's appointment today. I actually just saw the nurse. She took a history, gave me some info and an "approved med" list, drew a ton of blood, and made me pee in a cup. She was very nice but didn't really tell me anything I didn't know except that it's totally normal to have trouble sleeping this early on. I absolutely can't get comfortable enough to fall asleep and I toss and turn all night! I didn't expect that until I got as big as a house but apparently it's normal. She said if the morning sickness gets to a point where I can't handle it to call and they'll give me something for it. Maybe today was just a good day, the first one in a while that I haven't thrown up, but I don't think I'm there yet. I'll probably change my tune tomorrow!

My first ultrasound is in about two weeks and I'll see the doctor then, too. I'm sooo ready for the ultrasound. Alex says he kind of wants twins. I think he's insane but at the same time I don't think I'd mind. I had a mild freak out about the possibility early on but I'd be okay with it. I just want to see that there's really a baby in there and hear his or her or their little heart/s beating!

In other news... I threw up while driving which was pretty exciting. I think it'll be a long time before I eat Red Lobster again. I wish I had some sour Altoids, which Alex tried to argue didn't exist but he used to get them all the time. I love fruit. I don't know what I'm going to do with Gwenith on Friday but I hope I'm feeling well enough to do something other than lay around and watch Scooby Doo... Alex won't be able to hang with us again. :[ Alex is in the bedroom and I'm in the living room and Puppy is laying in the hallway so he can be an equal distance from each of us. Also, my job has been entirely too stressful lately. The end.

some stuff

We had some birthdays last weekend so I had to make some cards and finally got around to using my cricut. This was only the second time I've used it since I got it for Christmas...






Some things that are on my mind:

-I've always thought I might like to have twins but now that I'm actually pregnant I'm kind of scared of the possibility. My aunt has told me horror stories over the years about all of the mischief her twins got into.

-My husband is ridiculously sweet and understanding. Today he called me at work to ask if I would like him to bake me a piece of chicken for when I got home. Then he understood when I told him that didn't sound appetizing at all.

-Morning sickness sucks. I read some message boards and such and women wish for morning sickness so that they'll "feel" pregnant and I want to slap them in the face. Yesterday I barely made it to the bathroom and only got to aim in the general direction of the toilet. Oh... and the term "morning" sickness is a joke.

-Someone told me not to complain about my symptoms... and I really do try not to. I wasn't even complaining at the time. They told me to be thankful that I was pregnant and just try to enjoy it. Now listen... I know more than anyone what I blessing this is. I am all sorts of thankful. And sure... after I get sick or want to cry when I take me bra off because my boobs hurt so bad I remind myself that it means there really is a miracle growing inside of me. But that doesn't mean that I'm giddy to be puking my guts out and it doesn't make some of the more unpleasant symptoms suck any less.

-A few people have actually touched my belly. I was NOT okay with it. I mean, come on! I'm only 8 weeks... the pee on the stick has hardly dried. That's not baby that's all me, hun. So unless you want me grabbing your fat... please back the heck off.

-I worry about posting too much baby business on here and sometimes refrain from posting. But that's what's going on in my life right now.

-Nothing really sounds good to eat, but I'm hungry. I've never had kraft mac n cheese, but I want some. We don't have any so I'll eat a french bread pizza instead.

Ahhh... Spring!

It puts me in a great mood!

Retraction: Pickles.

Now I really can't really even think about eating a pickle. ::shudders::

Easter Eggs

Yesterday we got to dye Easter eggs. Of course it was an all around good time.







I didn't check the eggs when I bought them and half of them were cracked. I should've checked them and I should've gotten an additional dozen. At first Gwenith said that she just wanted to make hers solid... but when I showed her how the one with my name turned out she changed her mind and wanted to make designs. But by that time she had already died half of the remaining eggs. Oh well.

Alex had to work yesterday and she kept asking where he was and when he was coming home. It was sweet.

Pickles

I know that pickles are like the most cliche pregnancy craving* ever, but I've found that they kind of ease my morning sickness. The only problem is that it's rough getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen (the horror!) when you're trying to lay veeery still so you won't yak over the side of the bed. So this was the scene a few mornings ago when Alex and I were both still laying in bed...

Me: I think we're going to have to amend your "no pickle touching" policy.

Alex: I don't touch pickles.

Me: But could you just touch one for me?

Alex: Maybe I could get you one by poking it with a fork.

Me: Oh, no. You can't poke holes in it. All of the juice will leak out. That's unacceptable.

Alex: Well... I don't touch pickles.

Me: (Thinking: If only there were some way. Maybe he could use a fork and a spoon to scoop it out. Or two spoons. Somebody should really invent something that you can grab stuff with without touching it... tongs!) TONGS!

Alex: I have tongs! (Exits to get my pickle.)

I am ridiculously spoiled. Like, "sometimes I feel guilty that my husband is so wonderful" kind of spoiled. Even though he refuses to touch a pickle.

*I wouldn't really call this a craving, I've always loved pickles.

It's True

I'm knocked up!



We found out about 3 weeks ago, the day of my birthday party. Yes, those extra-super-cheap ebay pee sticks I bought do work, even though you can't see the second line in this picture unless maybe you squint really hard and stand on your head... and maybe not even then.

We told a couple of people right away, but wanted to wait to tell the world until after we told Alex's parents. At his birthday party last Saturday we took a page from the Rita Polk handbook and wrapped up an "I Love Daddy" bib and a couple of other things and he opened it in front of everyone. It was sweet and exciting and for some reason I was nervous about telling them. Everyone was thrilled.



Honestly, I would've liked to have waited longer to share the news since my first appointment isn't until April 21st, but everyone knew we were trying. People kept asking me how the baby-making was going and I'm a horrible liar. All I could do was try to wipe the huge goofy grin from my face and tell them to ask me again in a couple of weeks.

My mom asks me every single time we talk how I'm feeling. I feel fine just super-tired. My boobs are killing me. I just started getting sick this week and forgot how much it sucks to puke, but whatever... it's part of the process. I don't think it's really sunk in yet, though, but I'm all up on the message boards.

People keep asking me if I'm excited. Am I wrong in thinking this is a stupid question? Yes, I'm excited. Yes, Alex is excited. I guess my excitement is a little guarded since it was a long, hard road to get here but I'm excited nonetheless. I feel kind of weird talking about my pregnancy sometimes. Maybe because it doesn't feel real yet or maybe because I feel like a jerk talking about myself. Even though I'm excited I do feel guilty sometimes because I have friends that are still trying and they deserve it, too...

So anyway... I feel fine. Yes. We're excited. We plan on finding out the sex. We don't care what the sex is either way but I'll put it on record that I think it's a girl.