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The following four pictures are what make me happiest in life.

My fantastic husband!

Our baby!

Sam!

Alice!

I'm really do have a blessed life. :)

Need some advice

Sean's in Canada for the week, and so I'm going to paint our front room. He's told me that he doesn't care what color I use, so it's up to me.

The room has big windows, and we're installing a cast-iron woodstove. I'm leaning towards a burnt orange color, but I'm not sure if I want the whole room to be one color, or if I want to paint the wall the stove is against a darker color.

Here's a picture of the room before we got rid of the paneling and the ugly red door. Now the door is white and has a glass cutout with a cast-iron inset.
The next picture is the two colors I'm considering, along with the woodstove. Should I do the whole room in one color (and if so, which one), or should I do three walls with the lighter orange and the use the darker color for behind the stove? (And sorry about how blurry the picture is; I took it with my phone.)

Thanks for the help!!

I'm officially a slacker

I went to the doctor a week and a half ago, and Dot is a...BABY!

Yep, Sean and I decided not to find out. I'm not sure if we could have anyway, since Dot is a bit camera shy, and rolled anytime the ultrasound tech tried to get a good picture. Due to this, I get to go back in a couple more weeks and try again. I'm not complaining!
So now I'm just enjoying having a baby who likes to kick at all hours of the day and night, even if I don't want to be woken up. And Sean's felt it, which is even cooler. :)

In house news, we have 2/3 of the trifecta of major projects done. Sean and his dad replaced all of our gutters a couple weeks ago, and then yesterday we got a new HVAC system installed. Hello, air conditioning! Now all that's left is replacing the windows. We have to keep the cool air in!

Otherwise, we're down to just cosmetic stuff. It's a nice place to be in.

It has to get better soon, right?!

Sure, everyone expects to get sick in their first trimester; we all know about morning sickness. But I'll be 18 weeks tomorrow, and it's only starting to get better. Food isn't very exciting when it may or may not make an appearance again later.

In other, more exciting and less yuck news, I'm feeling movement now. Dot poked me for the first time yesterday, and I've felt it several more times since then. Only when I'm laying down, though. It's a pretty exciting thing! Now, to just make it two more weeks and then get a peak at him/her again!

Swoosh Swoosh Swoosh

I heard Dot's heartbeat yesterday! I had no reason to think anything would be wrong, but it's still so reassuring to hear it, a nice steady 152 bpm.

Along those same lines, I've lost four pounds. Oops. If only things tasted good, or I could eat more than two bites before being full. I did drink nearly a half gallon of gatorade yesterday. That has to count for something. Oh, it was good!

I also ordered a knitting kit the other night, which is slowly becoming my nursery theme. We're thinking a forest theme, since that will go either way. We're not finding out what sex Dot is. Anyway, here's the kit: http://www.knitpicks.com/cfkits/kit_display.cfm?ID=40143.



And on a totally unrelated note, Sean and his dad are replacing our bedroom floor! Pictures of the final product will be coming once we get it finished today and all the furniture replaced! Yay!! I can finally move back into the bedroom instead of sleeping on our mattress in the living room floor!

How I've become a lump

It's true. I've become a lump. A big lump on the couch. I go to work. I drive home, eat supper, watch some Law and Order, and go to bed. It's almost 8:45 right now, and my eyes are watering I'm so tired. I want to run. I want to work in the yard. I want to not be so flipping exhausted all the time.

I'm feeling whiny. I just want to curl up on my mattress (that's in the living room until we get the floor replaced in our bedroom this weekend) with my cats and sleep. But that won't happen. No way. My cats are now on Sean's schedule, and want to be up all night. I got jumped on the other night. Sam landed on my face, in all of his 11 pound glory. He's currently sliding across the floor, because we Pledged it.

Complaining aside, I'm so grateful to be where I am. I go Friday to the doctor and should hopefully hear Dot's heartbeat for the first time. I've got no reason to think there's anything wrong, but I'll still feel better once I hear it. Now, if only I could convince him/her that I really do prefer to eat and keep it all down.

And one day soon, I'll start walking/running again. I'm feeling miserably lazy, which is contributing to my lump status. But the treadmill doesn't sound fun, and it's finally getting to the point that it's daylight when I get home. Or I could workout during my lunch break (instead of catnapping in my office floor).

Ok, I'm going to bed now. I can get 9 hours of sleep if I lay down now! That should get me through tomorrow!

World, meet...

DOT!

I'm finally coming clean...I'm 11 weeks pregnant. More to come soon!