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So, it’s been some of those days…  Not just one of those days, but two, actually.  Yesterday, I had my first ultrasound appointment, so Hubby came with me to see the baby.  This should be a happy day, right?

I picked him up from work, and he was already having a rough day.  He was a little grumpy about having to leave work early and said he’d have to go back in the evening to finish some things up.  My hormones took the opportunity to take personal offense at the situation, which was a great start.

We got about 5 minutes down the freeway when we realized that I forgot to grab the CD and DVD that we wanted to bring with, just in case they’d burn us some extra pictures and/or a video of the ultrasound!  Dangit.  So, we checked the GPS for the nearest office supply store.  There was one 2.3 miles from where we were, sort of still on the way to the hospital.  But it turned out to be all back roads and school zones.  Great.  It would’ve been faster to turn around and go home.

At the store, Hubby ran in and got a DVD, and we got back on the road.  By this time, we were seriously pushing the 20 minute window of grace for the appointment.  Hubby dropped me off at the door of the hospital, and I booked it up to the 9th floor to check in – 17 minutes late (but still within the 20 minute window!).  We were then told that they had to do a “procedure” and all the ultrasound rooms were full, so we had to wait 30 minutes.  Also, they won’t burn a CD or DVD for patient privacy reasons.  Super.  I cried a little, or maybe the hormones did.

We got to see our baby on the ultrasound screen, which was really great.  S/he loves the camera!  As soon as that thing touched my stomach, it was showtime – commence wiggling, head-bobbing, kicking, and showing off your good side, baby!  I think the ultrasound technician said “That’s a NICE shot!” about 3 times. 🙂  At least that went well.  And my nurse said everything looks great, so that was good to hear.

But then tried to leave.  We got to elevators when Hubby realized he forgot where he parked the car (he was running to meet me in the waiting room, after all).  We searched 3 or 4 levels of the parking garage before we finally found it.  By this time, we were obviously on cloud 9 and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company.  (Please tell me you’re picking up on the sarcasm here.) 

We got back on the freeway, and then Hubby couldn’t find his sunglasses (and by sunglasses, I mean freaking-expensive sunglasses).  So we had another breakdown.  I tried to call the doctor’s office to see if anyone found them there, but they had closed by then.  Awesome!  By the grace of God, we actually found them, slipped into the crack of the seat, where the bottom meets the back (so at least I wasn’t sitting directly on them).  It was like a silver speck in our cloud.

At home, I managed to make homemade pizzas for dinner without breaking or burning down anything (I was pretty impressed with myself).  AND the pizzas came out of the oven right when Hubby walked in the door.  Although I forgot to add diced tomatoes to the toppings, we decided we’d live without them and settled down to an evening of watching American Pickers before hitting the hay early.

This morning, I woke up early to throw a few pieces of laundry in the dryer because I was pretty sure Hubby was out of socks.  I gave myself points for starting the day off with a solution instead of a problem (how self-help of me, right?).  Then I thought, hey, as long as I’m up, I might as well make Hubby some breakfast.

But the road to 2 cups of spilled oatmeal on the floor and sauteed burned apples was paved with good intentions.  Also, Hubby didn’t need the socks – he had one clean pair left.  Thankfully, he gave me a huge hug before I had the chance to cry about anything, thanked me for everything and told me he loves me.  He also ate the oatmeal that made it into the pot and got cooked, along with the apples, and declared it was the best breakfast he’d had in a long time.  I don’t know if it was totally true, but it made me feel a whole lot better.

I’m still apprehensive about leaving the house today.  I think I’ll just stay right here on my couch.  The garbage truck came, so our bin needs to be pulled back up to the house, but I think it can wait until Hubby gets home from work.  And I’m thinking leftover pizza for dinner.  Just in case.

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Heeeeey…and we’re back from commercial break!  Sorry for that moment…er…month…of silence.  The thing is, I really only had one thing to talk about, but I couldn’t share anything yet.  What is this big news?

I’M PREGNANT!!! 🙂

Yep, that’s right.  By October, we’re expecting a little bundle of Spanish-American joy. 🙂  Obviously, going through first trimester gloriousness, all I’ve had to talk about is feeling sick, tired, or cravings.  Not the greatest blog material, but I think from here on out we’ll be alright.  Although, I have found some of my cravings amusing, especially when they come on so randomly.  Like the time I woke up and said, “Pancakes!”  That’s all I wanted.  Right away.  Yikes…

And for those of you who might be wondering, no, we weren’t exactly trying.  It actually went something like this, “Wow, things are going really well.  Yeah, maybe in a few months we could…oh, are those two pink lines?  Nevermind!” 🙂  We are SUPER excited, and my husband has already started looking for baby-sized futbol (soccer) jerseys.  My brother texts me about once a week, wondering if we know whether it’s a boy or a girl yet.  And I’m pretty sure none of our parents have stopped grinning since our announcement. 🙂

And here’s baby’s first picture, at 9 weeks:

It's kinda fuzzy, but you can see the head, torso, and a little hand! Baby was a little wiggly, so it was hard to get a clearer pic.

So, other than that, I’m still housewifing, although I have begun a job search, mainly focusing on at-home opportunities.  The flexibility seems to fit well with our current “long term goals.” 😉  I had to take an “assessment” to find out whether I can…I don’t know…follow directions?  We’ll see how it goes, I haven’t gotten the results back yet. 

As for what I’m not doing: jury duty!  I got a letter from my old city, summoning me to yonder East Coast.  But one phone call and an email with a scanned copy of my new driver’s license later, I was excused.  Apparently, they’re not up for reimbursing 10-hour road trips or authorizing Skype in their courtrooms…yet.  The sad thing is, I am one of like 10 other people in the U.S. who would actually enjoy reporting for jury duty!  Call me a nerd, but I think it would be interesting.  So, there’s a bit of pre-Friday irony for you to savor: me, of all people, getting out of jury duty, no hassle! 🙂  Sorry for those of you who will be dragging your feet to the courthouses.  Maybe some day I’ll get to. 🙂