Cutest experience on the planet.

So... We had an experience that will go down for the record books as being the cutest thing that's ever happened thus far in our life.

It's about time that I should start feeling baby. If I press on my stomach, I can tell where baby is, and feel heartbeats (probably the placenta?), but I hadn't felt any little wiggles or anything. Then Tuesday, Matt was pressing on my stomach, and felt two very distinct wiggles/kicks/dance moves. I didn't feel anything except his hand, and I was a little disappointed, but he was over the moon and it was so cute that he got to feel the first wiggles. There probably aren't many daddys who can say that. Then last night, I was going to bed, and I wiggled into my initial position, because I always sleep on my belly first (not flat, one leg propped up so that I don't squish anyone). A couple minutes after I got settled, I felt the EXACT SAME THING happen in my stomach!! It felt like a stretch, a turn, and then some settling. I was so excited!!! Matt came in and we decided that baby couldn't go to sleep yet, so he got his phone out, and we played baby's first song, which we decided would have to be "Twist and Shout" by the Beatles. We thought it would just wake baby back up, but we started dying laughing at the lyrics "C'monc'monc'monc'mon baby now"!!! Then we danced on top of the bed to it, holding it as close to baby as possible, and then settled down (on my stomach again, so that gravity could help) and felt baby's dance moves.

So the very first Wright Baby Dance Party has been held, and it was amazing.





Also, I found these at our local second hand store today. Not enough adjectives to describe how cute they are. They're both 0-3 months. And they were 50 cents each.

Also, I love second hand stores. I went to every single store in town today, looking for maternity clothes, or even just things I could use as maternity wear. There was NOTHING. I found a maxi dress, and a couple of sweaters on clearance, for post-baby wear. Then I went to the second hand store, and found 8 maternity items (5 tops, 3 pants) that all fit me perfectly (and are pre-shrunk) for $20!!! The awesome part is was that I wiped out about half the maternity section. It's like they were set aside just for me. I will be needing more in the near future, but this will keep me from living in yoga pants for a few weeks.


And now, Liverpool's own...

More weird pregnancy stuff....

Ok, did anyone else have a completely stuffed up nose during pregnancy? I blow my nose every time I go to the bathroom, so approximately 1,567 times per day. My poor little nose is as dry as the Sahara. It's not allergies, because it started in January, and I'm currently on Claritin, and it's not a cold, because it started in January and I take about 8 times the daily recommendation of Vitamin C. I asked my doctor about it and he just looked at me like I was crazy, and told me it was a cold or allergies. I've read about a couple of things like this on the internet, but I'm learning not to trust the internet (*gasp*!), because they always leave out the "While this is a sign your baby is dying, it only occurs in .000000075% of pregnancies."

Also, I am struggling with a craving. A massive, mind melting craving where I have literally had to sit on my hands to keep from giving in to. I want coffee. I am no stranger to the nutty, rich goodness of a nice cup of coffee. My dad drank coffee growing up, and I liked to take sips of it to be like him (totally a daddy's girl). In high school, my friends and I used to go out for TCBY in the summer, and coffee in the winter (equal parts french vanilla and hazelnut creamer, YUM!!!). When I joined the LDS church, I gave up a few things, like cleavage-y, midriff showing shirts (aka 3/4 of my wardrobe), swearing like a sailor, and coffee. I've never really missed coffee until now. Now, I could French kiss a stranger to get a fix. Also, it doesn't help that my best friend is a coffee fanatic, and gets the REALLY good kinds of coffee, and her house smells like it a lot of the time. And before you suggest tiramisu, mocha flavored ice cream, or other such nonsense, let me just say that those all sound terrible, and the craving is really only for nice, warm, liquid goodness. *Sigh*. Baby, your mama is fighting a WAR for you.

In other news... I started my last semester of school. 6 weeks to fit in what we normally do in 16. It's going to be a doozy, but I will survive (I am scared, I am petrified, I've now got that song stuck in my head, but I'm alive). AND it's going to be my LAST SEMESTER!!!!! I'm hesitant to put ever, because you never know what craziness life will bring, so I'm just going to say LAST ONE FOR A LONG TIME!!!!!!!!!

This is me, laughing in the face of last semesters. Apparently they're on the ground.  

Actually, it's an outtake from a recent "just for fun" photo shoot with my awesome (even if she drinks coffee in front of me) friend. I encourage you all to try something new (in my case, modeling) and laugh like an old lady (in an old lady outfit) at the results, good or bad. 

That is all. I'm starting to get loopy. Like Apple Jacks. And Cheerios. Coincidentally, I bought both of those today, because cereal is awesome and I like it and baby likes it. Mmmm, gonna go get me a bowl of Apple Jacks. Over and out.

Thuper Thecret Potht....

If you're one of the seven people who checks this on a regular occasion (oxymoron?), then you get to be privy to a little (like 4" long) secret... We're PREGNANT!!!!!! And if these past 5.5 years have taught me anything, it's that pregnant women can be obscenely obnoxious on Facebook. Well, they're just following their natural urges, but to those of us who don't "wash our underwear together and get pregnant"... it's obnoxious. So. I am going to be as obnoxious as I want on my blog. Because then it's a choice to follow my story.

We're 15 weeks tomorrow, whoo hoo!!! The first trimester hasn't been peachy... seven ultrasounds in eight weeks. For some reason, I kept bleeding. It started off small, and I'd rush to the doctor (who, btw, has been awesome in reassuring me, they've never treated me like I'm crazy or paranoid, because by this point, everyone knows I'm not), and we'd do an ultrasound and see a heartbeat, and kicks, and wiggles, and be all reassured and happy, and they'd say "don't do XYZ" so I wouldn't do XYZ, and a few days later, I'd bleed more. That's how it went. Three of those ultrasounds were routine, and four were preceded by hysteria. So the doctor is keeping a close eye on me. I go in for a check-up every two weeks (which the doctor wants to maintain throughout the pregnancy, yay!!), I was on Progesterone until 13 weeks, and we have lots of cute, grainy little pictures to reassure us. I've gotten to the point that I don't really believe my baby is still there unless we're in the middle of an ultrasound or a Doppler screening. Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to feeling wiggles someday.

Anyways, I've gotten some pretty fantastic pregnancy brain and cravings. The first trimester, I couldn't get enough fruit. This is a picture of a typical grocery cart...

After this though, veggies got pretty gross. Luckily, Amy gave me her old juicer so I could chug some celery-carrot-apple juice down. 

Then, it turned to PIZZAAAAAA!!!!!! Matt did not want to go to our ward party just because they were serving pizza. I had seven pieces of pizza on my plate, and everyone who knew thought that was hilarious. It was pretty bad. I was going to write an "Ode to Pizza" post, but thought that might be a little obvious. 

These days... the weirdness has started. I was DYING for an American cheese grilled sandwich. Processed, non-cheesy disgustingness. So I bought a little 12 pack of preservative slices, and it has been amazing. And jalapenos. I cannot get enough. Normally, I like a little spice occasionally, but this is beyond anything I've ever known. Taco Bell Lava Nachos, Spicy Hula pizza, Subway sandwiches with extra jalapenos... I'm drooling. 

Also, a couple of instances of pregnancy brain... the other day, I brought home a case of toilet paper, and proceeded to put it in the fridge. Then, I was holding a really really newborn baby (I resisted the urge to steal her), and was asking her mother how many kids she had. She said eight, and I said "Oh.... is she the eighth?".... because maybe some people don't start counting the kids until they're a year old. That was my thought process. Oh dear. How am I going to survive the last semester of school?! 

Happy wiggles!!! P.S. Right after I took this photo (today, officially in a maternity skirt!), Matt was like "Wow, you're going to get huge if that's how much you're showing already!" Silly boy. He also HATES anything with an empire waistline, saying it looks too "maternity". But he turned to me a couple of weeks ago and said that he was probably going to start LOVING maternity wear on me, because of the implications. He really is the sweetest person, and soooo very excited to be a daddy. And who could ask for a more fantastic daddy?!