We are moving

It is official, we are moving.  We are leaving our first little home together and moving to a larger home in the burbs.  Goodbye buzzing downtown!  Hello, Target!  I get very sad thinking about leaving this little place.  But, we have to make room for our little babe.  I am not going to lie, we considered trying to make it work with the baby, but I think we would soon be regretting it once she showed up!

So, the moving truck arrives on Friday night and this week has been dedicated to packing!!  Oh my, where did all of our stuff come from?  I just can't understand how we packed everything into our little 600sqft charmer!

Since, I am with child, I don't have to do much if any of the heaving lifting which makes this a little less daunting. A plus for Kev because he likes the work out!Kev has been a great sport about packing and so far has been my calming force when I open ANOTHER full cupboard in the kitchen!

Here are a few pictures of the day we moved into our first place! Oh, how I remember the overwhelming feelings when we moved in.

just call me a pack mule!

isn't he strong?!

Kev was trying to convince me to get rid of some of my shoes!!!

Me in the midst of our chaos!

my clothes!

Dominos dinner at 10pm...

This dinner was MUCH to small for two hunger movers!

It has been fun to reminisce as we look though all our stuff that we have accumulated over our few years of marriage and the stuff we brought to the marriage.

As I am experiencing the dishevelment of our lives I have to remember it isn't the house that makes the home and we will soon be making peace in anew place!

Girl News Follow Up

With all the emails and text I got after announcing that we are having a GIRL. (Still getting used to the idea) I thought I better do a little follow up!

So, here is how it all went down when we heard, "Congratulations, you are having a...GIRL!" Then, Kev and I said....*crickets crickets crickets* NOTHING!!! I didn't think I heard our tech right and then Kev asked, "Are you sure?"  Hahahahahaha- not the ideal response

Kev and I began challenged our poor little tech about her ultra sound abilities she was soon saying,

"I am very confident" 

"I have NEVER been wrong"

"it is very hard to hide a wiener." 

So, we gave up trying to convince her to change our babies gender to a boy. After the ultra sounds we silently walked to the parking garage and climbed into our car.  In the privacy of our car and in front of Kev and God I bawled my eyes out.  All my dreams of having a pack of boys running a muck through our house.  Kev coaching our boys soccer teams.  Praying for and raising Godly valiant men.  Gone.

I cried and cried and cried.  Kev grabbed my hand and we bowed our heads and we thanked the Lord for our little girl.  For her safety, for her purity, her husband and that she would love the Lord with all that she is.  I cried and cried and cried some more. I collected myself enough to make a few phone calls and send a few texts.  Except to my poor parents who had to listen to my inaudible sobs on the other end.

We went to bed that night still in shock and still hardly having said a word to one another.  I kept telling myself I would feel better the next day.  I just needed to sleep. The next morning I rolled out of bed and began to salt Kev's eggs with my tears as I cooked his breakfast.  I got to work and still couldn't contain my water works.  Especially when my co-worker came in with a gift baring a package of adorable little pink items. 

The weirdest part was I didn't want our little babe to know I was crying and worse I didn't want her to know I was crying because of her!  I was upset with myself but couldn't stop crying. But, as the days went on the idea grew on me.  I thought of ballet recitals, braids, Kevin coaching her soccer team, having a little woman to teach about the Lord and a little girl that might have the calm temperament of her daddy.  My soul was pleased.

Thank you, Lord for giving us a sweet little girl. Our beautiful little woman.

Half way there

I am at the half way mark! 20 weeks and I think I am finally looking more pregnant and less chubby!  However, I look at these moms that are 7, 8, 9 months and I think to myself, "I don't think I will ever get that big." (I will let you know my thoughts at 7,8,and 9 months!!)

Even though I don't see the much growth I can feel the growth of our sweet little gal!  She kicks kicks and kicks! She was kicking so hard and so much the other night my Dad, Mom, little sister and Kev all felt her squirming around! I am guessing she is going to be a little social butterfly like her mama.

When I get up to pee in the middle of the night I think she likes the extra space with an empty bladder so she keeps me up for a while stretching out in the additional room!

Pretty fun to feel this little wiggler grown and see my tummy grow as well!

And, we are having a....

For as long as I can remember I always wanted boys.  I mean I wanted a brood of little wild tikes! When I met Kev my desire to have little boys grew even more! I would be doing the world an injustice if I didn't try to populate this world with little Kevins!

So, when Kev and I decided to start trying to have kids we did our research on how to make ourselves some little boys!  After much reading we had ourselves a little boy making party and two short weeks later the stick showed two blue lines!

I was 11 weeks on Mother's day and Kev surprised me with a Gender prediction test he picked up at Walgreen's.  We performed the science experiment in my parent's bathroom in bend.  Before we checked the results we both reminded each other that "this was only for fun" and then we saw the prediction

The old wives tale goes; a fetal heart beat below 140bpm is a boy anything above 140bpmis a girl.
At 16 weeks we heard the little heart beat and our OB said "do you hear the heart? It is beating at 130bpm."  But what I heard was, "Congratulations, it is a boy!"

Yup, we were then convinced.  We were having a boy.  In the following weeks we had a very muscular nursery picked out, a list of very boyish names and refereed to our sweet babe as "he, him, our boy."

It felt like an eternity before 19 weeks rolled around when our first ultra sound was scheduled! We were dying to see our little guy!  We arrived at the doctor's office all jazzed and excited (I was still giddy as all get out despite my little bladder accident on the way to the hospital....I may or may not be sharing that story!!)  I laid down and the tech showed us the little human growing in my body!  We counted all 10 fingers and all 10 toes!  Looked at a perfectly formed nose, heart and brain!  

He was beautiful and then we heard the tech say, "and congratulations you are having a little....girl!"

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,

So are My ways higher than your ways

And My thoughts than your thoughts."

Isaiah 55:8-9 

4th Of July Week

Even from the beginning of mine and Kev-O's dating relationship we have spend every 4th of July in Tahoe with his family. This year is the same. However, it won't be spent BBQ-ing with all the cousins or sitting lake side watching the fireworks. Nope, we will be making a drive from Glendora, CA to Tahoe, NV. If you know me you know this is possibly the worst thing to ever happen. Long car car rides are not my kind of enjoyment.

Kev's parents are saying "so long" to the Golden State and becoming Nevada residents. (Congratulations to the two retireys!) So, we flew to California to carry out our Independence Day tradition of being with his family and to be the "muscles" in the big move. Well, Kev has the muscles not me. Even though this is NOT my idea of a vacation, it isn't turning into such a bad time! While everyone else is lifting heavy boxes or inhaling cleaning fumes I have been banned from helping because of my "condition". Kev's mom, Kathy, made it very clear I was to not allowed to do anything while carrying her grandchild. While today started off with me following Kev around the house, I finally decided to make the best of it all and found myself a comfy lounge chair in the sun!

This might be the best 4th holiday to date!