How We Told Our Family and a Few Friends

Thank you for all of the sweet comments on the last post! We are so excited. We've been going back and forth over if we want to find out the gender or wait to be surprised. Right now, we're leaning towards surprised. I kept the big things necessary from Haven for the first few months.. so the only things we'll need are clothes... and Christmas will be a week or two after birth, so I'm sure we'll get it covered.

I'm never surprised on Christmas. Ever. And it's mostly my own fault. I will either look up our online banking, Chris' credit card, snoop through the closet, or check his email for delivery confirmations. I'm nuts. So maybe this year... for the first time ever... I will let myself be surprised.

Also... before I forget... Happy 37th Birthday, Megan!! I tried to comment on your post, but it kept clearing me out. I hope you had a great island hotel getaway. :)

So this is how we told our family and a few friends {and blog friends} right before Easter.



Our house was on the market for 6 days when we accepted an offer... and then two days later, we found out that I was pregnant. We were ready to start trying and needless to say, I'm fertile myrtle.

Then HELL happened. But everything is fine now... Retaining wall got done, house was sold, and mama is happy.

I went to the doctor last week. Since I didn't have complications with Haven, my doctor didn't see me until 11 weeks. The appointment was going great until he went looking for a heartbeat... and he couldn't find one. I'm there by myself... and a million things were just running through my head.

The doctor told me to wait around while he ordered an ultrasound. All I could think about was the Choir teachers wife on Glee who faked her pregnancy... and how I was going to keep "faking it" then because I love how Chris has been waiting on me hand and foot. :)

All kidding aside, I got into the ultrasound room... and saw the baby!! Heart rate was 178! Haven was in the 140's... so I'm thinking all kinds of fun things.

No bump yet... just some morning sickness and fatigue... the usual, fun stuff!

Christmas Baby!!

I'll be 12 weeks this Friday! :)

Most Memorable Birthday (and why I love my mom)

As you get older, birthdays just become less and less eventful. We never had big, birthday blow outs when we were younger (unless you count the time that my mom let me dress as a bride on my birthday), so maybe that's why it's just like "ehh."


My most memorable birthday was in 7th grade. I didn't have a birthday party- I probably got an ice cream cake and some money, but this birthday stands out to me to this day because of my mom.

This is what she did.

So, let me give you some background.... It was 7th grade, towards the end of a long, rough year. I had moved out of my dad's and in with my older sister, but would spend time with my mom every morning; she would pick me up, make me breakfast, and then take me to my bus stop. My bus stop was on the way to my sibilings Intermediate school, so it was just convenient.


The only thing not convenient? A girl named Amy Fisher, no joke, who would bully the hell out of me as soon as my mom dropped me off. She would talk about my weight (I hadn't lost my baby fat yet , ok?), my arms (it's the Davison in me), my teeth (easy target), the car my mom dropped me off in (trap shooting van)... and that was just getting her warmed up. Then, she would just start tearing my mom apart by telling the other kids that my mom was a "hooker" and that she always sees her standing on corners, and etc.

I never had the guts to say anything back. After all, her friend, Toni Clark, pushed me one time and when I went to kick her, I missed. Freaking. Missed.

So back to my story... It was my birthday and I was in the car with my brother, sister, and mom. We had just dropped Butkus and Noel off at Wilson... and my mom was making her way back to Derby to take me to my bus stop. On the way, I was begging my mom to just drive me to junior high that day, since it was my birthday, and I didn't want Amy Fisher being mean to me in front of everyone. I had never told my mom about her, so she started asking more and more questions. I told her how she makes fun of me, my arms, teeth, and how she thinks that my mom is a hooker. My mom goes, "a what??" I said, "she calls you a hooker and says she always sees you standing on corners."

So what does my mom do??

She goes to the bus stop, rolls down the window, and says, "Hey you." And Amy Fisher says, "Me?" And my mom goes, "Yes, you. Get off my corner." And then she drove away.

And I died.

The end.

What I'm Loving Wednesday!

I always read Jamies WILW posts (and everyone elses), but I always feel like such a goob when I link up with other people. But who cares, right?!

So here is what I am loving today... Lot's of good stuff happening around here. Debbie the Downer has left the building so that I could write this post.

1. Christopher gradauted with his Master's over the weekend. He did a year of full time gradaute school, working full time, and taking under gradaute classes online to get different teaching certifications. Needless to say, he rocked a 4.0. I am so proud because I know it wasn't easy. I hate braggers... but c'mon, my husband is a smarty pants. Who knew?

2. We close on our house tomorrow at 4pm. Never thought I'd see the day. Happy Birthday to me. On a side note, I still haven't found a new place for my wolfpack. We will be some hobo's, staying with Aunt Denise for a week or so.

3. I'm getting a spray tan tonight. It can go without saying that tan fat is better than white fat. Plus I'm in a wedding this weekend and I don't want to look like Casper's tubby sister. The only awkward thing about the spray tan is that I am going to a strangers house to have it done. She did it for a lady at work last week and she really looked tan, not orange at all. Pray that those aren't my famous last words.

4. We're going home this weekend!! All I've been dreaming about is an Ernie's breakfast skillet. Get n' my belllay.

What I Want to Say

Question for my fellow bloggers...

Do you ever wish that you never told anyone you know about your blog?

Sometimes I just day dream about just typing out everything I feel about everything and everyone and getting some kind of feedback from strangers. Work, family, friends, life events, etc without any guilt about who might read what. How liberating would that be??

My sister, Noel, has a blog. But no one has ever read it, unless you count the time that she didn't log out and I read all of her Simon and Garfunkel phrases as they pertained to her life. Everything is set to private... and she just writes as she feels without judgement.

Funny story about this: Her husband plays minor league baseball... and during spring training baseball blogs were writing about future prospects, including her husband. She commented on an article and wrote out how awesome he was and blah, blah, blah. It wasn't until after it posted that she realized it didn't make her screen name private. She was trying to delete the comment with no avail. The next day, I fibbed, and I told her that I saw her comment... and when I clicked on her name, it took me to her blog. SHE. COULD.HAVE.SH*T. HER.PANTS.

Hilarious.

Anyway, wanna a real-life update?

Chris graduates with his Master's tomorrow night! I plan to act like a pageant mom the whole day. He got a really good summer offer, but is still interviewing for the fall. I'll have a cute post for him tomorrow. He loves blog attention. :)

Our wall is still being fixed. They should be done early next week in time for us to close on Friday. Since we are the sellers, we can close up to a day early, pending that everything is finished and approved.

We don't have a place to live lined up yet. I know, I'm nuts. I'm just too scared to sign a lease, pack my house, and then have something fall through.

My plan is if the wall gets approved, to pack up everything in a U-Haul in one day, and live like hobos until we find a place to live... or family to stay with. That seems like a good plan for someone in charge of her wolfpack, right?

Happy Thursday!!

Family Bowling

I'm only two months late posting this... but welcome to my life lately.

I do want to say thank you for all of the nice comments you guys left on my last post. It felt good to get it all out there... and kind of explain why I've been a terrorizing biotch lately, or maybe just more than usual.. My apologies to everyone. :)

So, two months ago was our nephews birthday. Haven was all over the place. He only understands one concept: kicking a ball.... So bowling took some getting used to.

You can pass through the first ten seconds to get to the funny part. I love his excitement about everything. I'm trying to feel that way about things, the little things.

In other news, I'm on a cooking spree this week. I've been craving real food... After my two week meltdown I had about the house, I'm ready to get back to normal around here. Stay tuned for new recipes.