Ohhhh baby...

(Warning....I am starting this post out saying it like it is...if you would prefer to be spared a little negativity I will put a bright caption where the happiness beigns.)

So...turns out I have a human being growing inside of me, and I must say, this is the weirdest most bizarre thing I have ever experienced.  To put it plainly, it sucks.  I totally wanted to be throwing my guts out for the first 3 months.  It's awesome.  A trip to the hospital to get fluid helped, (not without getting stabbed in every vein first) but I can't even imagine being sick through the entire pregnancy.  Luckily it went away...sorta.

2nd trimester.  Well....have you seen the movie "What to Expect When you're Expecting?"  Wendy hits the nail on the head.  "I feel like I got kicked in the vag"....about 50 times.  I love the feeling of packing a bowling ball on my pelvis all day every day whether walking or lying down.  The heat is enough to kill me.  Being tired, and sick, and sweaty, and fat, and more fat, and more sweaty....I love it!  Oh, and I suddenly became the wimpiest girl in the world.  I can't lift anything for fear of hurting my child.  It's annoying, nerve wracking, and just downright frustrating.  I hate being weak, but it's all for good reason.

As I was on my way to the doctor last week, I'm driving along and what should hit me, but the sudden urge to lose my breakfast without ANY warning.  I'll spare you the details, but it definitely made my day complete.

Ok ok, so besides my bad experience last week in the car, it isn't all bad.  But honestly...people don't prep you for this.   I thnk if they did, women wouldn't have kids.  So please don't take this to heart.  I'm just saying it like it is.

Happiness starts here.

So...turns out I have a human being growing inside of me, and I must say, this is the coolest thing I have ever experienced!  Seriously...there is a living thing in my fat belly! How flippin cool is that?  I still can't wrap my head around it.  God is super tricky to make this possible.  He has a cruel sense of humor with the whole sickness, moodiness and pain thing, but tricky he is.  This past week our little one has been moving like crazy!  Just more proof that there's a person in there.

I am 25 weeks along, and I must say, today I have been freaking myself out.  In 3 months, I will be holding a baby in my arms, and Casey and I will be completely responsible for it.  I'm scared out of my mind!  I'm still my Mom's kid.  I can't have one myself.  How am I going to be a Mom?  I honestly still feel like I'm 16.  I have to keep reminding myself I'm 24.  That just feels weird to say, but I'm going to be a Mom ready or not.  I'm holding out for the special feeling every Mom says she gets the first time she see's her little one.  I'm counting on that moment to make this whole experience worth it.

                                                                        23 weeks
 Thank heavens through my weird hormonal changes God made me a laugher instead of a cryer.  Well...I cry because I laugh so hard, but suddenly my husband has become the most hilarious person on the face of the planet. (He was funny before, but now it's just an added bonus.)  Apparantly I make him laugh too with my fat lady pregnant run.  (It's not a run.  I just move my arms really fast..."it feels like you're running at an incredible rate!")  I shouldnt have to tell you that's from Dumb and Dumber.  I haven't had any weird cravings, but I have found I miss my Mom a lot more when I dont talk to her or see her.

So another big thing we've experienced....WE MOVED!  We are now proud residence of DECLO, ID.  I absolutely LOVE IT!  Our house is cozy, with a little over 2 acres, so when I get the kids all popped out they have space to run amuck and gallop through our wooded glen.  Ok so there's not much of a wooded glen, but there's wide open spaces, which is just how we like it.  We love our ward.  I actually don't dread going to church on Sundays anymore, and we have great neighbors that live far enough away they don't bug us.

                                                                  Our humble abode

            This is us for now...fat, and happy for the most part. Oh...and if you wanted to know...

Kyla will be here November 9th, but I'd take her a week early if she wanted to make an entrance.  Don't tell my Dad though.  He was upset we found out what we are having and he was adamant about not knowing.  So try not to bring it up in small talk if he pulls you over haha.  November will be here before I know it, and I just hope I'm as good of a Mom to my girl as my Mom is to me.  Here's hoping :)