They're coming...I promise...

Okay, so I really will post the pics from the 3d/4d ultrasound, but I'm lazy and the laptop is upstairs and the scanner is downstairs and I don't like carrying stuff on the stairs because I'm clumsy enough as it is. So I'll have Greg set up his laptop downstairs and actually post those pictures. They are so awesome! He already has chubby cheeks!

Also, I had my church shower on Sunday and it was SO much fun! The hostesses all did such an amazing job with all the decorations and everything...it was so cute! I also got so much stuff, it was overwhelming how loved I felt. It makes me realize how blessed I am!

Speaking of blessed this is my new favorite person.

It's a Roomba! So for those of you who don't know what that is, it's a robot vacuum cleaner. And seriously, we refer to it like a member of our family. "Honey, Roomba is lost" (he got lost after all the shower presents took over the living room). "Kaya, (the dog) it's okay, it's just Roomba...your new sibling."

We just got it last week. We went to Costco in search of a new vacuum and eventually decided on this one. I had looked online and it always gets good reviews, but we were planning on buying a heavy duty something else. Well we started debating in the aisle at Costco and Greg brought up a good point...we could either buy a new closet decoration, AKA upright vacuum, or we could buy the one that would just vacuum every day for us! I have to say, I've been nothing but impressed with it so far. You can schedule it to run every day if you want for whatever time you want. Even the day after the maid came and had vacuumed, I decided to go ahead and run the Roomba afterwards. It shocked me how much MORE stuff it picked up. Kind of gross I guess, but at least it's all in the trash now. So for those of you who hate vacuuming as much as me, maybe this is the wave of the future.

Blast from the Past...and prophetic dreams!

So first off, update on the Christmas village. For all you inquiring minds...it has been put back in it's box and put away. I know all you "Monica's" (Friends reference...) were wanting to come over and take it down for me, but I'll have you know we got it put away!

Next, my blast from the past. So last week (or week before...they all run together) we hear the doorbell ring and there's a package from Target on the front porch. Well we figure out it's my stroller (okay, not mine so much as little Bruce's, although a stroller for me might be kind of fun!) and we're trying to figure out who it's from because the only people who I could think of that would send me that nice of a gift and have it shipped would be someone in Greg's family and none of them even knew about my shower yet.

So we're searching through it to find the card and up flashes a name that I really didn't expect! One of my friends from high school (yes, HIGH SCHOOL!) sent it to me! So for those of you who lived in one small town all your life and still know everyone you grew up with this probably wouldn't be that surprising to you. My high school experience was a little different. Most of you know I went to high school in Germany and it was a very fluid group of people. People came in, people moved out...it was the way life was! I have maintained a "Facebook" relationship with this friend, but never in a million years would I have expected this. I was so touched that I wanted to write about it on my blog. Well then today she informs me that she reads my blog...so now I'm just sucking up! JK I was planning on writing this for a while, but sitting down to type has eluded me lately.

Tomorrow is my 3d/4d ultrasound. I'll post pics afterwards. I'm super excited, Greg and Mom are coming with me so we can see him bouncing all around. I keep having dreams that he's really a girl so I'm excited to make sure he's still a he. A couple different people made a big deal out of the dreams telling me maybe I'm having prophetic dreams...well my response to that is...I've had dreams that I'm gestating a cat, that I'm gestating and alien, and my favorite, that I'm gestating 50 gerbils. So if those are prophetic too, I'm in for a bumpy ride! 'Til tomorrow...or maybe Saturday!

Let the nesting begin...

So, first off, I really like "..." a lot...I noticed that when I was reading back through my blog. Now all of you who never noticed are going to be seeing that every time you read. :-)

So anyway, let the nesting begin. I didn't really believe that happened! I hoped, but didn't believe. I'm probably the worst housekeeper on earth...or at least close to it. My mother-in-law even told me that! Okay, not in those words, but we'll be talking about something and on more than one occasion she's said, "it's okay, I know you're not domestic." At the time, I got my feathers ruffled a little, but it doesn't really bother me that much. Mostly because, well...it true!

I even pay someone to come every other week just to do the things I never want to do (clean the showers, vacuum, etc.). I know, it's sad. So anyway, I've been working from home a lot this week since I'm finally done with my training class and I haven't had any meetings. It's been really nice and for breaks I'm actually doing housework instead of watching Law and Order or something. I can't even begin to tell the you the amount of laundry I've done. I've been sorting clothes like there's no tomorrow. It's actually kind of liberating! I was starting to feel overwhelmed by all that needed to happen before Little Bruce makes his appearance but that's diminishing as I get stuff done. We're having the carpets cleaned tomorrow so our house can stop smelling like dog. I have to say, I'm pretty excited!

Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do with all the Christmas decorations taking up Little Bruce's closet. I mean, it's not like we've even put them up for the past two years, but I'd like to think at some point we'll quit being lazy and put them up! I did put up the Christmas village that my MIL gave me...it's one of my very favorite Christmas decorations. The sad part is: it's still up!! I told Greg yesterday he really needed to get that box out for me so I could put it all away, and you know what he said? "Oh, it's not that Christmas-y, we could just leave it up!" Okay, so now you know, the non-domestic stuff is not completely limited to just me! Two "messies" should never marry. That's going to be one of my two rules that I teach my kids when looking for a spouse. Number one: "Never marry someone who cheats in games...you don't know what else he/she cheats at." (that one's from my mom) Number two: "If you're a "messy" make sure and marry someone who is OCD."

I'm going to sign off having given you my words of wisdom for the day. I go for the gestational diabetes test tomorrow...not terribly excited about drinking sugared up Sunny D and getting my blood drawn, but I guess I'll survive!

It's a long one...

So this weekend was our ladies retreat and as always it was a very interesting, fun, tiring weekend! It's always a time for me to reflect on myself and where I see my life. It's things like this that 1) remind me of things I need to work on and 2) make me restless. First off, I hate that I'm negative. Ironic that I "hate" it right? I know, bad joke. Someone will say something and instead of the 50 nice things I think about that subject, I spit out the one bad one. It frustrates me because that's rarely indicative of my true feelings on the subject. So that's my lesson from this weekend that I'm going to work harder on saying positive things I think about rather than the one negative (don't get me wrong, my blog will still be negative and sarcastic...I mean I need one outlet right?).

The second one is that I feel restless. I think my parents forever changed me by living overseas. We've always been a pretty international family with my dad being from South Africa and spending time there and having my grandmother spend time with us. My first overseas trip was at the ripe old age of 6 months. Then we lived in Germany for 6 years as well. I love Texas...I always have...I just tend to love it more when I live somewhere else. Does that make sense? Maybe not to those of you who haven't lived far away from what you consider home. Texas will always be home, but I'm restless. I'm ready to explore. I want to live somewhere new, do something exciting, make a change. Now, it's not likely to happen. At least not soon, but I can dream. If I could get a job in Australia I'd pick up and leave tomorrow! Man, I want to move there. Being on the retreat caused some introspection on my part and really reminded me how homesick I am for change. What a strange concept, to be nostalgic for change. I never would have thought of myself that way, but I've been here two and a half years and that's a long time to me. I know, I know, you're all thinking...hello, she's about to have HUGE change in about 3 more months.

I'm okay with that change. Don't get me wrong, I'm scared...really scared. But I'm excited! It's change! And it's going to be hard, but I'm okay with that too. Little Bruce really liked the singing on the retreat and would always get really excited when it started. As he was moving around everywhere it all started becoming more real...there's actually a PERSON inside me! How incredible is God?? I mean, we GROW people! He's a little human being that's going to grow up and forever make a change in this world!

Speaking of how amazing God is...here's what the power of your prayers for my friend have done. Misty is now a medical miracle! I won't go into all the details because I've heard it a few times now and every time I do it kind of grosses me out. :-) Basically...she coughed up her cyst. Now, I didn't know this, but apparently that doesn't happen. They asked the doctor if that was normal and he was pretty much astounded...he'd never heard of it happening before! So she no longer needs surgery and the cyst is gone! Hallelujah!!