"I hate you"

Yesterday, I hit the magical 8th week. I started off by feeling awful, which is normal for the mornings. Lunch rolled around, and things just kept spiraling down. Eventually I found myself laying across the sink, while my stomach tried to empty itself... when it was already empty. Not a fun start to the day. I had a headache from the moment I woke up as well.

After an entire day of feeling like crap, I was plopped on the couch around 10.

Me - *groan* Why would you let me do this?!?
Denny - You wanted to
Me - ...I hate you
Denny - What? Why?
Me - You have no idea how much this sucks!
Denny - I could imagine
Me - *groan*

Eventually, I passed out in my pitiful state.

Now, he has been a good sport. He will fetch whatever craving I have, rub my head while I whine myself to sleep, instruct me to go take a hot shower - after I've dealt with a pissy 2 yr old all day, constantly assure me that my growing rump is attractive, and not make any comments when I refuse to shave my legs or pluck my eyebrows or even wear makeup for days on end.

For those of you who weren't around while I was preggo with Sophie, I will hate you all. I hate people who can eat whatever they want, and not throw it up through their nose. I hate people who don't have to wear pants with elastic waistbands. Most of all, people who touch my belly (aside from my family and close friends).

BRING ON THE HORMONES! 8 weeks down, 32 to go!

Baby is WHERE?

Ok last one for today... I promise. I just had a ton of posts to catch up on.


We've been telling Sophie a handful of times that Mommy is having a baby. I like the idea of her gradually getting use to it, rather than "BAM! You're a big sister!" Ya know?

This conversation took place last night.

*Sophie lifts up my shirt and pokes my tummy*

Denny - Do you know that mommy has a baby in her tummy?

Sophie - Mommy, where baby?

Me - The baby is inside.

Sophie - INSIDE?

Me - mhmm

*she stares at my tummy, with her face about 1 inch away from it*

Sophie - hmmmmmm, where baby?

Me - Inside my tummy

*she pokes my tummy again*

Sophie - hmmmmm

Video Games & Toe Nails

Remember how I had special Mother's Day toes? Well I wasn't the only one. That same night, Sophie also painted Denny's toe nails. Aren't they beautiful? I sure think so.

The best part? The sparkly nail polish is a total pain to actually get off. He still has traces of glitter on his toes. :)



Denny gets ridiculously enthusiastic about me doing anything remotely nerdy. He got me a laptop (despite the fact we had 2 desktops and a laptop already), buys ANY game that I express the slightest interest in, lets me sit in front of a screen until I realize that I've wasted 9 hours on my Sims family, and most recently - brought our spare TV out and hooked the Game Cube up.



When Sophie was a newborn, I had nothing better to do, so I spend hours playing Harvest Moon. My own little farm. I loved it, and wasted hours of my life playing that game.



Sophie also shares my love for cows and sheep.



Aren't those curls just to die for?

Sunday Afternoon

Last Sunday, we decided to take a walk down by the river after church. Sophie "loves the riber."



She could spend hours there, just throwing rocks into the water.









It was not a smart thing to let Sophie go river diving in her church dress. Live and learn. At least I took a dry set of clothes this time. :)



We even saw a turtle on the walk back.



I had just washed those jeans.... I pulled them out of the dryer not 10 minutes before we left.



Much of our summer will be spent at the river.



Side note: Last Sunday was her first time in nursery, well actually staying the entire time. Granted we sat in the corner of the room, but she did pretty well. Maybe next Sunday we'll just leave Daddy in there with here, then she can go all by herself. She's getting so big. :(

Ren Fest

Last weekend was our 3rd year going to the Ren Fest. As usual, we loved it.

Our favorite thing is the food. We are all super fat at heart. :) Sophie stole my corn.


Sophie got a tiny parasol. She is always playing with my pink one, that I got last year. Mine is just too big for her, so we got her a little one of her own.


I got a fan, it was hella hot. I was expecting it to be a bit chilly like last year, so I wore pants. It was far from chilly. And Denny got himself a CD. He always stares at the band that plays there, so it was about time he got their CD.

(Notice how she isn't wearing any pants. She leaked through one diaper and it got her pants slightly wet, so she sported her awesome mommy-made diaper. I envied her... it was freakin hot.)


There was a giant lady.


A giant dog.


A giant pirate ship.


And of course, a very tacky hair cut. Why anyone would want a mullet is beyond me.


We spend a few hours there, but eventually stinky could take no more. We left before the jousting, but had a good time none the less.


Until next year.