Fabulous

 This is the most fabulous thing I've ever read. Need a quick way to waste $500 grand? Here's one way: Leather Floors.

In Touch magazine is reporting that Posh has designed a $500,000 CLOSET for her new house: 

Victoria designed a $500,000 closet for her new L.A. home. It supposedly features a leather floor, Baccarat crystal chandelier, $80,000 Andy Warhol shoe print, a computer that tracks when she wears items of clothing and a camera to give her a 360-degree "cat scan" of her outfit before she steps out.

Hot damn. I don't know if this feeling in my stomach is from being totally disgusted, or totally jealous.  

News! Exciting! And the worst weekend for my blog to go down!

What a weekend to be down... but we are back and that's all that matters! It's been quite the emotional roller coaster this weekend, baby joy mixed with internet frustration. Quite the combo of highs and lows.

Friday was our level 2 ultrasound. Jason, Lucas, my mom and I crowded into the little room to get another glance at the little being growing inside. The u/s technician told us that at fist she was going to do all the measurements and check the baby out, then she would give us a "tour" and point out all the parts. 30 minutes I laid there analyzing her every word. I swore at one point she called the baby a "him". And I smiled. I envisioned my two little surfer boys out at the beach running around. I thought of the future with my two huge, beautiful guys and all the girls that will banging down the door to get to them. Since the tech was obviously not giving anything up at this point, I casually asked, "So, you can see the sex?" to which she replied the puzzling "I thought I could, but I haven't really checked yet.." Oh. HUH?

After an agonizing long time of her pressing the baby further into my bladder, she turned us all around and let Lucas hop up on to the bed with me for our "tour". We saw the baby's back, it's face, and the baby even  gave us a "thumbs up" from in there. A natural SCUBA diver in the making!

Then she showed us the baby's legs... and pointed out the baby's bottom.. and put an arrow between the baby's legs.. AND....AND.... The damn phone started ringing.. and ringing.. and  the tech says "Oh, excuse me. Let me get that."

WHAT?! REALLY?!

As she answers the phone, we all stare at the screen and try to decipher what we see there. At this point, my mom and I were convinced we saw a little penis between those legs, but really - who the hell knows?! 

The tech comes back, laughs and says "Now where was I?" Obviously u/s tech humor that is lost on the rest of at the moment. Then she begins to type...

 

We are having a girl. We are all seeing PINK. Two boys would have been amazing, but to have one of each...I was in shock.

You may remember, if you've been around here for awhile,  that my beloved Grandma Alyce passed away in March 2006. For such a healthy older woman, it came too suddenly for our family. While she loved her 3 great grandsons (Lucas and my cousin Jenny's 2 boys), she really wanted a great granddaughter. Just days before she passed, my Grandma reach over to my cousin and said "When I get to heaven, I'm going to send you and Beth baby girls.." This was her dying promise.

I really didn't get into here, but Jason and I actually started trying to get pregnant this time around last August. Getting pregnant with Lucas was too easy. We kept thinking "oh, you never know how long it will take..might as well try and see.." and BAM! 3 weeks later I was gestating. It was so easy that we were amazed that we were responsible enough that we never got pregnant before. Of course, we assumed it would be the same this time around. I assumed that by last September we would be on our way to Baby 2. The months started floating by.. no big deal really, we actually held off a month in November/December time frame because we knew we were going to Vegas for my mom's birthday. Then January.. then February.. then I realized it had been about 6-7 months and I began to start to "think about it a little more" (i.e obsess and worry).

Then in March, a week shy of the one year anniversary of my Grandma's passing, I got what the internets world calls a "BFP" - A BIG FREAKING POSITIVE pregnancy test. A quick calculation shows a November due date. My Grandmother's bday was in November.

I got the chills.

And now, to find out this is a girl. Well.. wow. While I'm not a religious person, I do believe that we all have angels and people "out there" looking out for us. I think I knew in my heart of hearts that this was a baby girl. My pregnancy has been so different than it was with Lucas. But I would really not let myself feel one way or another, because really, whatever we got would have been a gift.

Of course, now that we know it is a girl...LET THE SHOPPING BEGIN! 

WOW, we are in trouble, huh? 

I feel pretty.. oh, so pretty..

So.. what do you think of the new look?

Very sick of dealing with the MT crap coding crap that I didn't understand to begin with, so I moved it all over here. And if you are reading this now, that means I did it all right. WHOO HOO.

So, did I mention that we have our big ultrasound tomorrow. THE ultrasound. The one, where unlike many of our friends, we WILL be finding out what's going on between this baby's legs.  And with our luck.. the baby will be sitting crossed leged and wont give us a peek..

Stop back tomorrow evening for an update. 

Proud to be an American

Well, Britain's definitely got talent:

But, hey - America has BOY SHAKIRA:

Suck on that you bloody wankers..

Crackberry

Sometimes I just love being pregnant. Pregnancy gives you certain rights. Rights to nap in the middle of the day without being considered lazy. Rights to freak out without being dragged to the loony bin. Rights to cry JUST BECAUSE. And, most importantly, the right to eat. While I've actually been really good this time around, and am not sustaining on the menu of pizza, hamburgers and chocolate cake like I did last time around, you can still "demand" things and no one thinks the worst of you. Like In and Out burger at 2:00 pm. Or, the infamous Pinkberry at 8:30 PM with your 3 year old.

:-)

Upon learning that there is a Pinkberry a mere 10 minutes from my parents house thrilled me to no end. See, I was going to drive all of us kicking and screaming to the furthest reaches of LA if that's what it took to get me my not-really-frozen-yogurt treat. While it appears to be frozen yogurt.. no one really knows exactly what it is. All we know is that a) Its Korean b) its made from a powder c) it has 25 calories and 5 grams of sugar per ounce d) the lines are never less than 25 people deep to get one at any hour of the day.

Insanity. Pure freaking insanity. For a sourish frozen treat topped with fruits and maybe chocolate chips. But can I tell you?? ITS DELICIOUS.

It's a little more "sour" than a creamy fro-yo.. and Jason hit the nail on the head when he noticed the main difference is that the delightful fresh fruits (I had mango, strawberries and chocolate chips) are fresh, juicy and not hard and frozen like at most frozen yogurt places. But after sharing mine with me last night, Lucas flew into a massive energy episode, stayed up until after 10 PM, then woke up at 2AM and 5AM. Which leads us to ask... what the hell is really in that stuff???