It's a.....

We found out the gender this morning.

I could hardly contain myself when I woke up at 5.

Then 6:15.

Then 6:45.

Finally, my alarm went off at 7.

I can't believe that's my baby.

It was so amazing to sit there with that whale loogie goop on my stomach

and watch my baby hiccup.

And kick

and be a total snot for the ultrasound tech

because she wouldn't sit still.

That's right.

She.

Her name is Alexa Nayeli. (Nye-el-ee)

And she's perfect.

I knew it was a girl.

Seriously.

I kept having her name pop into my head.

I kept calling my belly "she."

I kept ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the little girl clothes.

I knew it.

Sometimes I still wonder if I'm actually pregnant.

Or if I just let myself go.

Because I still can't feel her move.

But the doctor says that's okay.

So, I guess I'll trust him for now.

Now I can be impatient about something else.

Packing Up & Shipping Out

We found it.

THE house.

We walked into it yesterday and just felt

home.

It's in a safe neighborhood.

With a little playground in the middle of everything

that I can see from the living room window. 

It's just...

nice.

I'm so excited to finally move in.

I love decorating, and I can finally start 

the "nesting" process.

I have so many cute ideas for the nursery.

Like this:

or this:

I can't wait!

Maybe I should be an interior designer.

I spend so much time

trying to make my house feel like home.

Like my home.

I actually really love letting my creativity flow into the house

onto the walls and into the vibes that the house gives off.

I like it when people walk in and say

"This house is SO you."

or 

"I love what you've done here!"

It makes me happy.

And in this new house, I'll have even MORE room to play!

See?

Needless to say, we're pretty stoked.

Bring on April 1st!

Tres Leches and Butterflies

On Saturday, Nick and I made cake.

It was the most glorious cake

EVER.

It's called Tres Leches Cake.

Or Three Milks Cake if you don't speak the Spanishita.

It was actually INCREDIBLY easy.

And inexpensive.

I was super proud of myself. 

And the house smelled amazing for days.

Unfortunately, it is incredibly addictive

and impossible to stop eating.

We probably gained, oh, ten pounds?

I'm not going to think about it.

On another note, I'm getting VERY impatient.

We have four days until we find out the gender of our baby.

That's it.

But it seems like an ETERNITY away.

Plus, I've been worrying like crazy.

Just on the off chance that there is something horribly wrong with my baby.

I mean, the quad screen test came back with abnormalities

but the doctor said that there is a high chance of a false positive.

WHY TAKE THE TEST, THEN?!

Now I'm pregnant, AND I have an ulcer.

House Hunting

First of all, I did a major overhaul on this blog.

It took me forever.

I'm not too familiar with html coding, so I'm super proud of myself 

for it turning out so hot.

Now that I'm done tooting my own horn...

How many of you have moved?

Like, by yourself.

YOU are in charge of where you go.

YOU are in charge of finding the place

and paying the rent.

It sucks.

Nick and I are planning a major jump to The Cities in the beginning of April.

We're excited.

And terrified.

I mean, we've never done this before.

We don't know who is a total sleaze.

We don't know which apartments actually stay warm.

We want to find a good home for our baby when he/she comes in July.

But, no pressure.

Right. 

My patience is wearing thin with people who purposefully leave out "minor" details from the listing.

Or landlords who insist that you submit a credit check prior to the release of information.

WhatEVER.

Where are the honest people?

WHY has that become too much to ask of people?

Them: "Trust me."

Me: "But, I don't know you."

Them: "Sorry, dollface. Thems da rules. Take it or leave it."

After talking to some of these people, I feel like I need to shower.

Bleck.

Promoting Myself Shamelessly

I'm pretty proud of myself.

Last night and this morning, I created three grab buttons to help promote my blog.

They're kind of really cute if I do say so myself.

So, if you feel so inclined

and you like what you're reading thus far

grab a button

and stick it on your blog.

:)

On another note:

I'm getting more and more pregnant with each passing day.

My belly button is becoming shallower.

More shallow?

Regardless, it's going to pop out soon.

My father likened me unto a turkey timer last night.

Thanks, dad.

I don't have any recent pictures of my belly right now.

I tried to take some a few days ago

but I looked awful.

And it's my prerogative

not to post them.

So, na na na na na.

I saw this really great recipe the other day for chocolate chip lava cookies.

They looked divine.

But I don't have the stuff to make them!

And I think I might die.

Okay, so I jest.

But seriously.

Don't they look good?

I'm trying to expand my repertoire of things I can cook and/or bake.

So far it's not going so well.

I think it's because my back hurts when I stand up.

Or because I'm just too tired to care.

I'll just have macaroni and cheese, thanks.

Pass the salt?


P.S. 
What  do y'all think of the new header? Should I keep it, or go back to the old one?

Reminiscing

So, check this out.

I found an old blog of mine

and discovered this post dated

March 28, 2008.

Nick got back from D.C. about two weeks ago. We had a date the Wednesday after he returned. It was really great. The movie (Fear Dot Com) wasn't as scary as I had always anticipated. Actually, it wasn't scary at all. I was pretty disappointed. I only screamed once, and it was because some dead chick moved and I wasn't expecting it. I had gotten a scary movie in hopes of doing the "fear cuddle" thing. Pathetic, I know. But Beth agreed with my methods of "planning ahead." It worked, regardless. About halfway through the movie, I noticed his hand inching over ever so slightly. I smiled to myself, and started doing the same. Guys are so oblivious. By the time he caught on, our hands were practically on top of each other. 

This past Wednesday we had another date. Well... a mini date. He showed up at the theatre a little bit before I got off work. About fifteen minutes, actually. He just stood there staring at the wall. It was pretty funny, really. After I got off, we drove around for a bit just talking about random things, then we went to Wal-Mart for a small adventure. We walked around the store once, and on our second trip around we ended up in the toy department. We discussed old board games for a while, and decided that when we had money, we'd go back and buy Apples to Apples. Such fun. :)

When we finally made it back to the movie theatre (we had taken my car and left his in the parking lot) we turned on the radio and discovered that "Low" was playing. After celebrating a bit, we danced like idiots with our seatbelts still buckled and laughed at how funny it sounded to rapidly change stations. Eventually, after about an hour of joking around, his hand found mine. I tried not to smile like a fool, but apparently I failed. Embarrassed, I tried to take the focus off me, and attempted to give him a wet willy. THAT war went on for a good five minutes, and he eventually tried to forego wetting his finger and just put his tongue in my ear instead. That's gross, so I didn't let him. But during our battle, we had gotten uncommonly close. Our fingers tightened around each other as his lips made their way toward mine. 

Then he kissed me. And I'll be honest with you... I've never been kissed like that. I don't even know what was so different about it, but I find my thoughts on that kiss when I allow my mind to wander. After all was said and done, I asked him what he was thinking. 

He said, "That took four years..."

Nick and I really enjoyed reading that. Afterward, he promptly gave me a wet willy.

Jerk.