He's a maniac...

There are certain times when our boy starts moving around like crazy. I like to think he's dancing. Especially when it happens and there's music playing.

The last couple weeks Jason and I have been going to church together on Sundays. And while Jason plays music in his car, and I sit in the passenger side just listening and looking at people in their cars, I feel my baby start to boogy. Once at church, during our songs and worship, I can feel him really get down.

Once in a while it really does feel like he's tap dancing in there. It's an amazing little reminder that my boy's got a personality already. Are we in for a treat! JT was a character. Still is. And I was a smarty pants. So this should really be fun. I cannot wait until I get to meet this little guy. Tap shoes and all.

Funny guy...

The Dr. brings the speaker right between us, and we hear that precious heart beating.

Me: Oh my goodness. That's really...Wow...
Him: What's that kid, running a race?


I got pamphlets, vitamin samples, instructions, and a follow up appointment. As we walked out he holds my hand and says:

Anything you want, it's yours. All my money, everything I have. It's yours

I think he's in awe of me carrying his child. But I'm in awe of him for making this possible.

Who asked you?

So as I stood and worked the butt muscles on this weird machine at the gym, Adriann was talking to me, (or possibly laughing at me, not sure) an older lady comes up and tells Adriann in spanish the secret to losing weight. No joke. She tells her that in order to loose weight you have to drink 3 cups of water with lemon in the morning. Go figure. Adriann looks at me to translate, and I just look away. Unfortunately I'm not so good at translating what I think is blogna. So she tells Adriann and myself in broken english the wonderful recipe for weight loss. (Insert me rolling my eyes here) The lady walks away. Only to return a few seconds later to continue with her pearls of wisdom. At this point I can't take it anymore and I tell her we're late, Gotta Run!...And we leave.



Who decided that old people can just come up and be rude? Nosy old bag. That's all that kept wanting to come out of my mouth. But, I was relatively polite. I think if I see her again, I'll kick her in the shins and run away. Way to deflate two girls who are totally on the right track to getting healthy. Nosy old bag.


In other news, I went to the Dr. a couple days ago, and I'm happy to report the Dr. was all smiles and happy with my progress. I'm happy with it too.


We're on baby watch with Allyssa and also my friends Jose and Ana. I can't wait to meet their children. My first niece or nephew and Little James. I'm excited and so happy for them. And their many many many days of diaper changing ahead of them. Ha.

Whaa?

So there's this site:Craftastrophe. I've been seeing that people need REAL friends. Friends who will tell them the truth. Friends who will be brutally honest.



Example:

What would bring someone to make this? Then show their friends and have someone say "Oh, that's so good! You're so talented" Truth is, it's not good. They are not talented. Unless making the creepiest clock in the land is a talent. In which case, Bravo my dear. Bravo. How do you not have that one friend who tells you the honest to God truth?

Do yourself a favor. Find yourself that friend. It's so worth it.

Oh the fun I've had just saying "WHAA?" about the stuff on there. It's fantastic.

Also, what's with the anatomy lessons I seem to be getting from wallets?! Purses!? and Jewelry boxes. Ha. Never knew it was so sought after to have an anatomy lesson every time you pull out your wallet.

Enjoy!