So You Call Yourself A Mother...

I haven't even had little Bicho and I already feel overwhelmed. Is this a bad sign or what?! I guess it doesn't help that Bicho has been hanging out on my sciatic nerve for the past couple of days. I feel like Mother Nature is playing a cruel joke on me (Mother Nature to me: Oh so you survived the puke-your-guts-up trimester? Lets see how you handle the want-t0-saw-your-leg-off-with-a-butter-knife-sciatic-pain trimester!). When I get the chance to meet the Big Man Upstairs, I'm going to have a long talk about why the woman's body has the sciatic nerve running UNDER the my ever-expanding uterus. Couldn't He have placed it somewhere else? Alas, He did not and here I sit with a bag of frozen peas on my back.

Life is good.

No really, it is though. But here's where I need your help. I've been trying to research what I need for the arrival of little Bicho. I feel like since I will be working full-time up until the baby comes I have to plan, plan, plan to make sure things go somewhat smoothly. So here is where your mommy advice comes in.

What was the best, most helpful gift you got for the arrival of your baby?

We have a small 1,400 square foot home which is the perfect size for us but not so perfect for storing lots of baby items. And have you ever tried looking through a registry for what you "need"? According to Babies'R'Us, I need a snow bunting outfit for Bicho. Really? It's still over 100 degrees here in November. So any advice would be helpful. My goal is to register for pratical items, sprinkled with some impractical. I mean I am having a girl after all!

Baby Bicho and Baseball

And now, the news you all have been waiting for (but probably already read about on facebook)....

We're having a girl!

Both Terbear and I thought it was a girl from the beginning so we were so excited to find out we were right!

And every girl needs some baseball in her life, right? So we snuck Bicho into a D-Backs game with the Craig family. Who knew they could be so devious!? That's why we are friends! I finally remember to take the camera with us so here are some random pictures from that night.

Awesome seats behind the pool! I don't think I've ever been that close at a MLB game! For sure Bicho hasn't....

A picture of Bicho enjoying the game (although you can't see her, I'm sure she's enjoying it. She wiggled around quite a bit during the game. I dont think she is much of a D-Backs fan, though. Maybe she's a New York Mets fan like her Grandpa!)

So the next big question is - what do we name her? Right now we call her Bicho -which means bug in Spanish but I'm pretty sure she will be scarred for life if we actually name her that.

Be Thankful for the Ride

"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. Most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old-time rail journey-delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."

Gordon B. Hinckley

(P.S. We find out the Bicho's sex on Monday!)

Sweet Thoughts Saturday

"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."

-Marjorie Hinckley

It's Official!

According to the official Burner Blogger Poll....

we are having a monkey!

(Thanks alot!!!)

They say heartburn during your pregnancy means your child will be born with lots of hair. So with the heartburn I have been experiencing already, we may just have ourselves a little monkey! But it will be one stinkin' cute monkey!

Guess we'll find out for sure what we are having on April 13!

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Secret Combinations

Isn't this guy the king of secret combinations?

Anyhoo, no secret combinations here. I just needed a great, cunning title to get you to read my blog for a... :::drumroll::: giveaway!

::A what?:: ::No way:: Yes way! And anybody can play!

Pay it Forward

1) The first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive a homemade gift from me sometime in the next month!

2) When and what you receive will be a surprise!

The catch? You must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who comment on your blog. Don't forget to post a picture of your homemade gift when you get it!

Nothing like bribery to get people to read your blog...

M-O-T-I-V-A-T-I-O-N

Does anybody have any I could borrow? Like right now, I should be getting ready for work but the thought of climbing upstairs with my stomach "rockin' and rolling" makes it a little hard for me to be motivated. Even though I would rather lay on the couch all day, I still have to continue on with life. So I came up with a new system. I use a countdown to help me with my motivation problem. So I say outloud to myself at 6am while my husband is getting ready for work, "I can do hard things. After counting to ten, I'll get out of bed and make lunch for Terrence." So I start my countdown and then I'll roll out of bed. Or recount. Again . And again. My husband just laughs but sometimes he'll count with me. I think he just thinks I've gone crazy.

So here I go. "I can do hard things. After counting to ten, I'll go get ready for work..." 10. 9. 8....

What do you use as a motivational tool?!

When Your Fat Pants Don't Fit

This morning I woke up and realized I dont fit into my pants very well anymore! Ever felt this way? I tried on every pants I owned and none of them fit very well.

It may be because of this this little "bicho"....

who will be with us on 9/9/09 ! And since I found out I am pregnant, I've only had three mental breakdowns....so yeah. I'm off to a great start!

P.S. Someone please tell me they felt like Baluga the Whale at 10 weeks...

(Now is the time where your duty as a friend/blog reader/complete stranger is to lie to make me feel better)

Grand-O Deal!

Hi Guys! Sorry I have disappeared for so long. We have had some exciting things happen but I'll blog about that soon. Until then, don't forget to get your free meal at Denny's tomorrow. Terbear and I are going to try to get there right at 6 a.m. to enjoy the oh-so-goodness of Dennys. I mean, who can resist a free breakfast?!