Babymoon 2012

**Warning: Picture Overload**

James and I just got home from a much needed vacation and kind of a last hurrah before baby comes. I started the vacay a day early by flying to Las Vegas to meet my family for my cousin’s wedding day. I kind of took the long way to Vegas by having a layover first in San Francisco. It was worth it though- I got to buy treats.

Most people run through the airport to catch their next flight. Kylee, at 6 months pregnant, runs through the airport to find the Ghirardelli store so that she has plenty of chocolate for the next 90 minute flight.

Johana and Travis got married on a yacht while sailing over Lake Las Vegas. Um, I don’t think you could ask for anything more romantic.

We sure love getting to spend time with our daddy. It makes Courtney extra sassy.

People think we look alike. I don’t see it.

My beautiful new cousin-in-law.

The Mr. & Mrs.

We get a kick out of taking pictures of each other taking pictures.

 

I said goodbye to my family and hello to my BFFs. Thanks to Ashley for opening her cute home to us for the night. Then it was on to Cali….

Spence and Cait, also on their babymoon.

The next morning we were at Catalina Island.

The boys got in the water while we got some sunnin’.

Snorkel buddies. So sexy.

Later on, Spencer won the mini-golf tournament. He wasn’t excited at all.

James had to catch up so he went and won the ping pong tournament.

This picture was the highlight of our hour in Ensenada. Seriously. 23 weeks pregnant has never looked so good.

James played “Minute to Win it” one night. This was his challenge. I’ve never been so proud.

We love these 2.

When we got off the boat, we took a little trip through Hollywood on our way to the beach. Caitlin was happy to see Johnny Depp’s star. The real reason though that we were there was because of this:

Ever since I saw the pictures that eventually landed Mary-Kate in rehab, I’ve wanted to find the Olsen twins on the Hollywood walk of fame.

I was really excited.

Love Harry P!

We then headed to the beach. Somehow we decided on Venice beach. Half because James had lost his head and had to find it in the sand but mostly so that we could all get our licenses for medical marijuana on the boardwalk.

Our last stop of the trip was to my happy place: Disneyland. I feel like a child when I’m there. If I could, I would take up a permanent residence on Main Street USA.

James had a cruise hangover this morning. The Dramamine hadn’t kicked in yet at this point- hence the stoner face.

Spencer made the bad choice of sitting in the front. He paid for that later.

At this moment, to be exact….and yes, I am the big one taking up the entire picture.

When I live on Main Street, I will eat one of these cream cheese filled pretzels every morning for breakfast.

We had beautiful weather.

After my feet swelled to twice their normal size, I parked my behind on a bench with the other senior citizens and let my feet rest for 2 hours while the others ran around like normal 25 year olds. Turns out, sitting on a bench for multiple hours ensures you a prime spot for the parade. I also made friends with the old women sharing my seat.

 

James brought me ice cream with sprinkles so I let him share my bench for the parade.

Indie was worth the wait.

What a magical day we had. I was so glad to be able to introduce my child to Disneyland even before he makes his grand exit. I can already tell he loves it- he was squirming like crazy all day.

Thank you to James, Caitlan and Spencer for making the past week the perfect break from work/moving/life. I am well renewed and ready to finish out this summer, kankles and all.

Weeks 17 & 18

My wonderful mother-in-law bought me some maternity pants this week. I’ve never been happier in my life…I think I will wear maternity pants even when I’m not pregnant. So comfortable!

Disappearing Act

 

Don’t expect that I’ll be seeing my toes for much longer.

Hello 18 week belly.

Also, I hope to also post about something other than being pregnant soon. I know that it is probably boring to everyone except me. Unfortunately, it’s about the only thing going on in our life right now. Hopefully this new warm weather will change that.

Dear Baby,

Oh hey little guy! We can’t wait to meet you!

Direct quote from your father: “This is the only time I think I’ll ever say this but…show me a (insert word for male genitalia)”. I can tell you that I’ve never seen a happier James. He was beaming all night at the thought of getting a son.

We had your aunts and uncles over to tell them whether you are a boy or a girl.

Most of them thought you were a girl. Your Uncle Connor was the only one who got it right.

Don’t mind the fact that your mama never gets ready anymore. You are making it very hard for her to fit into her clothes or have the energy to do her hair.

Happy Baby Boy Day!!

I promised.

I promised my cute friend Elizabeth that I would post my pregnancy stick picture. It’s hard to believe that this:

Has turned into this:

By the way, we have a very exciting announcement…check back in a few days.

Belly Pics

I’m technically almost 15 weeks in this picture from today but…holy mamma! That belly popped out of nowhere! I think I’m in for a long road of baby belly!

President’s Day

Announcing…

Can you believe it?! We are going to be parents!

Here are some exciting stats:

11………..The week of pregnancy I am on

4…………The week I was when I found out I was pregnant

2…………The number of pregnancy tests that I took

21………..The number of days I went without a single Diet Coke (those of you who know me know what a huge sacrifice this was for me).

1………..How many weeks we waited before telling our families (we have no self control).

5………..The number of years it took me to get my acne under control.

1………..The number of months it took for the acne to make itself at home after I quit my meds.

9………..The week that we saw our baby in an ultrasound and saw it’s tiny arm waving hello.

8………..The week that I was hit with morning sickness.

2………..The number of 16 hour shifts I have had to work since finding out I was pregnant.

0………...The number of times I have actually thrown up (I’m a lucky duck).

840………The number of times a day we thank Heavenly Father for the opportunity to be parents. (the number of hours I’m awake x minutes/hour)

Pregnancy is surreal. In some ways, I feel no different….except that I always feel crappy….and I’m always exhausted…..and I’m always kind of ornery. But really, I don’t feel like I’m growing a human being. This baby though, is one lucky child. I can’t imagine coming into a home where it will be loved more or surrounded by more love by both families. It is also the first grandchild on both sides so it will be one spoiled child.

 

Now you all know our exciting news. We can’t wait until September!