Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Out of Control...

My roots. They're out of control.
I am trying to hold off touching them up until after 12 weeks. 8 days to go. When I asked my doctor about coloring my hair, he didnt really seem all that against it, but said if I could wait until after 12 weeks it would be better. Aparently all the important stuff is decided in the first twelve weeks, and weeks 13-40 are mostly for growing. And I am all for doing anything that will keep my kid from coming out with three arms. Although, Jason would probably see it as an advantage while playing professional sports in the future.

Now, I realize that by pointing this out that I am now outing myself as a non-natural blonde... That was a joke... you can laugh! Although, my friend, Deborah, claimed one day that she didn't know that I colored my hair. I've always liked that Deborah.

A month or so ago Jason and I met Lara for lunch. She has always described herself as the type of friend who would tell you when you had spinach in your teeth or... when you need to touch up your hair color. As we walked down the sidewalk toward Schmaltz's that day (she was about five feet behind me and I'm a good 7 inches taller than her mind you) she busts out with "Breyer, we have got to do something about those roots!" I come back with, "oh, are they that bad?" I knew they were bad! They were bad before this whole pregnancy thing started... I was just lazy!

Weeks later, after we told her about the bambinos, she realized why I had let myself go. She laughed!
I plan to pull out the box-o-color a couple days before we leave for our trip to the Dominican Republic, as not to ruin all the vacation pictures with my skunk head.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Guess who hasn't smoked in 10 days!??!!

That's right, my husband!

I am very proud of him for that. I've never been a smoker so I have no idea how hard it is to quit, but I'm thinking its borderline difficult!

I can remember one of the first times Jason and I planned to show up at the same establishment (pre-actual dating stage). We talked about his smoking and how he should quit to become more healthy. At this point, he totally agreed with me. Wonder why!?! I, of course, had the rule that I could only date non-smokers, but I just kept looking past it. Wonder why!?!

He has tried to quit before and Lord knows I've begged (not nagged) him to, but his past attempts have failed. His success so far may have a little something to do with a certain two blobs that I know. If they get better results that I have, then great! Makes me wonder what other things they will talk their Dad into one day!
Now, it hasn't been all ice cream and butterflies! Day 2 resulted in abandoning Jeff at the golf course after 3 holes. It must have been quite the scene, because Jeff called the next day to make sure he was okay! And after a few Friday Night Dinner drinks with my parents he was less than pleasant to be around.

But, so far, so good. And I am so very proud of him!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Our First Dr. Appointment

Wednesday, June 11

Jason and I went to our first appointment. After tons of paperwork and waiting in the waiting room for almost an hour Jason was about to call it quits. I was in no hurry to get back there because I was pretty nervous. I was seeing a new doctor (my old one only delivers at Hillcrest and my mom wasn't going to have that! She has worked at Providence for over 20 years.) and I was pretty sure I was going to have to give blood. The last time I had to give blood was not pretty... I passed out. Plus the veins in my arms are buried way down there so they usually have to get it out of the back of my hand.

So after waiting in the waiting room, we got called back to a room and answered some questions from the nurse and then waited some more. I was weighed (ugh!), peed in a cup, and put the fabulous gown on. Sitting there waiting and talking, Jason learned the difference between a pap smear and a mammogram... he had them confused! Such a boy!

The doctor makes it in and asks pretty much the same questions as the nurse. And then I take my turn and ask him the list of questions I had jotted down over the past few weeks. He leaves and we wait a little longer for the ultrasound machine to become available.

The doctor returns with the machine and another nurse. The first few minutes while he is looking for the baby the screen is turned toward him only. These were some of the longest minutes of my life. I'm praying that I am actually pregnant and not "emotionally pregnant" like crazy Ava on Gray's Anatomy. I had gotten quite used to the idea of being pregnant by this time, and we had shared the news with our families. I'm also praying that the baby he finds in there looks healthy and looks like what every 9 week old baby should. These few moments last forever for me. The nurse is turned away from the monitor and putting some supplies away in a cabinet. She looks over her shoulder and announces that there is just one baby. I think... good- I'm not crazy! And huh, I had a feeling there would be two. Oh well, still good!

Then the doctor makes an odd sound. Oh Lord, please don't let there be something wrong. Then he busts out with "No, I see two. I'll turn the screen around so you can see." Thank goodness I was laying down! I think Jason must have asked if they were serious because after further inspection from the nurse she says "Yeah, there are two. No shit." For some reason her frankness was a little comforting to me... I know that sounds odd. The doctor points out each baby on the screen and the flicker that is their heart beating. One at a time and then both together. At this point they look nothing like babies, just two little blobs. But, the second I saw our little blobs I fell in love. I have the picture saved on my desktop at work and I have to look at them a couple times a day. And I can't wait to see them again. Our next appointment is July 7 and I may have to beg the doctor to do another ultrasound. And I'm not above it.

And now I want them both! Greedy, greedy, greedy, but I want them both!

I did still have to give blood, but it was a breeze after hearing that news! And in case anyone is wondering, twins do run in our family. My Mom's Dad is a twin (Gerald and Herald, isn't that cute!?!) and my Dad's Mom is a twin. She had a double wedding with her twin brother. I also read that taller women are more likely to carry twins. When I told my Mom this a few days before our appointment she said that God must look down and say "Hmm, she looks like she could handle it, I'll give her two." Well, if God thinks I can handle it, then I guess I can!

Thursday, June 12, 2008


I am retelling the following day's events. It was all too new to post about when it happened!

Sunday, May 18
I drove to Galveston this weekend with JenHowe. She was going to a bachelorette party of a friend and wanted some company on the long drive, so she asked to me come along. We met Jenny in Houston Friday for some shopping and some P.F. Chang's. Then Saturday, Jenny and I hung out while Jen was at her party. On Sunday, Jen and I headed back to Waco.

Now, here is a little background for this story. By this point my period was over a week late and I was thinking I could be pregnant. Sorry, TMI! But, having to be out of town and away from Jason for the weekend I didn't want to take a test until we were together(read, I couldn't muster up the strength to do it by myself).

So with the possibility of being pregnant I secretly refrain from drinking any alcohol. Which was basically the plan for the weekend... drink cocktails at the pool with Jenny during the day and go out with her friends that night. So I drink "mocktails" and pour out sips here and there of the drinks that Jenny made me. It wasn't hard to hide it from Jenny.. especially as the day went on and she had more and more to drink! Later I beg Jenny to let me stay home while she goes out with her friends. I blame it on being old and she finally agrees.

Sunday, after JenHowe dropped me off at home I worked up the courage to tell Jason that we needed to go get a pregnancy test. A little freaked out he drove us to the CVS down the street. We giggled and avoided eye contact with anyone on the way to the pregnancy test isle. Jason asked why we felt this way... we weren't sixteen... we were married... we were allowed to be pregnant! It was still hard! I read the directions on the way home. Once there, I set up in the bathroom while Jason set the kitchen timer. Well, I must have peed all over everything but the tiny strip I was supposed to pee on for 5 whole seconds! I set the test on the counter and let Jason know that he will have to be the one to check it when the timer goes off. There was no way my legs would support me while I did that. So after the timer goes off Jason ventures into the bathroom to check the results. "What happens if there is nothing?" I scan the directions. No help. "Maybe I did it wrong, I peed everywhere." So we head back out to get another test. I didn't want to go back to the same CVS for some reason, so I made Jason drive one more street over to the Walgreen's. We buy a three pack. Repeat all steps except I was a little more precise. Well, it only took one test. So completely, clearly, positive!

I've got two tests left from our three pack if anyone needs them... those little things are expensive!

Monday, May19
So we are pregnant and have no idea what to do next. I thought it would be a neat and special thing for only Jason and I to know about. But, really we had too many questions and needed to tell our parents. Google is really no good for advice! After work we drove over to my parent's house. We didn't tell them we were coming over and could not think of a single reason to be there on a Monday afternoon. Our brains were about fried by now. By the time we got to the top of the drive way my mom was headed out to see who was there. We get out of the car and she asks us what we are up to. We have no response. The truth was we still weren't sure what we were doing! She immediately figured it out and starts smiling while we walk inside. "Hold on, let me go get your Dad." Before he makes it in she smiles and asks if we are going on our cruise that has been planned for December for over a year. All we can do is shake our heads. I think she started crying (good crying) a little and when my Dad made it in he pretty much had it all figured out.

I was sad about missing the cruise and at this point was thinking that everyone would just go without us. Jason liked to joke that he would still be able to go along! And he got a swift punch in the arm each time he did! My mom asked about my due date. With the help of the Internet, I had figured it to be January 15. Up until that point I don't think I had put all of the dates together. In my mind the cruise was set for December. And January 15 was half way through the month of January. No problems there! But, wait! We were set to leave after Christmas and this was a 10 day cruise. That makes a return date of January 7. One week before my due date. Wait! Thankfully, my mom put all of that together much quicker than I did and says that she didn't feel comfortable being gone that close to the due date. Thank God she said that! I can't do this without my mom! A few days later it was decided that we would all still go on the cruise in December of 2009... and take along an extra passenger!

We actually had a reason to go to Jason's parents that night. His mom had been begging him to go through the closet in his old room. They were going through the entire house, getting rid of old stuff, and doing some updates. Once there, we started talking about a cute picture of Madison, our niece, on the fridge and Jason was able to insert something about being a grandma again. " I knew you didn't come over here to clean out your closet!" She knows him too well!

Over the next couple of weeks we tell my sisters, Jenny and Megan, and Jason's brother, Ben. I was very worried about my sisters being sad about the cruise, but it was just the opposite. They are busy fighting over who will be the favorite aunt!

My first appointment was scheduled for June 11... a day short of being 9 weeks pregnant.

The Big Tundra

We got a new truck a few weeks ago. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision. We knew Jason's truck would have to be replaced at some point, but the plan was to wait until she died on us. Then we got to thinking... it might be a good idea to start payments on a new vehicle in order to possibly avoid having two car payments at one time.

We were considering a used truck, but then looked into getting a new truck. My friend Ryan, an automobile guru, pointed out that since gas is so outrageous right now truck dealers and manufacturers are offering great incentives. So it turned out to be a good idea to buy new. So now we are the proud new owners of a Toyota Tundra. Jason has never had a brand new vehicle so he is especially excited.

And now, the best part of all of this is Jeff's new nickname for Jason... Big Tundra!