Desert Living

A month into my Nevada residence I've come up with a few opinions on desert living. Because the status of my baby bump and morning sickness remains stagnant, I figure today would be a good day to change the subject and share with you my thoughts on vida en Las Vegas.

1) The desert is dry. Obvious as that might seem, my expectations for what dry weather might mean to my daily life didn't span much beyond that thought that I might need to apply lotion twice a day instead of once. I was wrong. No matter how many applications of lotion, my skin remains akin to that of a lizard. I itch. My nose bleeds. I snore. My 32 sticks of chapstick are quickly dwindling. This is an adjustment to be made.

2) It's hot. I have a very small window for what I accept as "perfect weather." San Diego will spoil even the most laid back of people, and as a born and raised Southern California girl, I'm sorry to admit that 90 degrees is just too hot for me. I can't even imagine what 115 in july will be like. When it's 90 degrees in Las Vegas, people wear long sleeve shirts and ugg boots. I on the otherhand, have been forcing my husband to dress as an eskimo in our nicely air conditioned home. I may regret these decisions upon arrival of this months electric bill. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

3) Everyone here has at least one tattoo. I don't feel strongly opposed or for this fact, It's just an observation. I suppose it doesn't really belong in the opinion list just yet, but I thought it was interesting nonetheless.

4) Everything is open 24-7. Perhaps my favorite thing about living in this particular desert. Maybe one of the only things, besides the cheaper cost of living and being close to Cam's family, that I actually enjoy about Las Vegas. The food selection is pretty wonderful too.

5) People drive SO slow. The speed limit on the freeway near our house is 55. People drive 45 on it. Why? Why are you driving so slow? ... Over/under 60 days until I get my first speeding ticket?

That's pretty much it so far. I'm sure I'll have more updates as we get more settled. We're still on the hunt for jobs, Cam starts school in a few weeks, and we have friends and family coming to visit us this month! yay!

In the spirit of maintaining some sort of pregnancy related subject matter on this blog I will update you with this: My thighs are a little confused on where exactly the baby is going to grow. You see, they are rapidly increasing in size, and I'm assuming they think they need to make room for the baby. I keep trying to set them straight by telling them they don't need to grow, my abdomen has it covered, but somehow they still haven't got the memo.

Bikini is not in the forecast this summer.

-K

Baby J is a HE!

Yesterday we had our elective ultrasound and learned that we are having a BOY!

I was completely and totally shocked! I convinced myself we were absolutely having a girl and had to force myself on a number of occasions not to purchase pink, ruffley, glittery baby swag.

I'm sorry I ever doubted you, son.

The ultrasound was one of the coolest experiences ever! The studio had a big comfy bed for the mom-to-be and theater like seating for up to 15 guests. The ultrasound was projected onto a big screen on the wall, and we even got to select music to play in the background. We walked away with lots of pics of our sweet boy, a 15 minute DVD of our ultrasound, and tears in our eyes. Best money spent yet.

These are pictures of the pictures and are a little blurry... Is it weird that I think he's cute already?

The tech (who has never been wrong in 6 years of ultrasounds) had no problems locating his manly parts and said she was 100% sure it was a boy. He was spread eagle, proudly displaying himself. He is his father's son. Not shy.

I'm SO happy and slightly terrified about having a boy. I've always wanted to have a boy first... and now I'm not so sure I even know what to do with one?

One thing is for sure: Whatever we name him, I'll probably end up calling him "Moose."

If you plan to ask me why, I don't have an answer.

-K

Bump

Despite the fact that it just looks like I ate one too many potato chips, there really is a baby in there.

Hello, Second Trimester.

Today I am officially in my second trimester - 13 weeks feels good, even though sickness is still apart of my daily life.

I love my baby.

It's hard not to love something you sacrifice for.

In other big news: We are now Las Vegans! Our place is kinda cute. We're still getting settled, but once we do, I will take some pics!

It'll still be a few weeks before we get to see the doctor here. We found "The best OB in Las Vegas" according to every source around, which also means he is the busiest. In the meantime, I'm past due on an appointment and am eager to hear my babe's heartbeat - SO, we found an ultrasound place to do a heartbeat scan. It's cheap, and as part of the package they offer guaranteed gender checks. Our appointment in ONE week from today! AH!

Let's pray Baby J is in a good position.

Starting soon, I'll post pictures of the baby bump. There's not much to see, but I'm starting to grow a little! It'll be fun to have some progression pics!

Sorry this post was boring. My charm and wit went out the window around 12 weeks. For your sake, I hope it returns soon.

Reisling, Please.

Do you think it would be ridiculous to request a glass of wine in the hospital post delivery?

With a side of sushi?

Pink Nails and Chubby Face.

Today I felt good ALL day. A first in over a month. I had to document:

I even painted my finger nails.

...and I already have what I like to (delicately) call "Chubby Face"

I am only 10 weeks pregnant.

What am I going to do with myself?

Almost 10 Weeks!

Still sick. Stomach flu 24-7 sick. Crying because I feel like a dying 80 year old sick. Sleep for 14 hours sick.

I'm not sure why, but I always assumed that my pregnant life would be more akin to that of a woman featured on the TV show, "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." Not that I didn't think I would look pregnant, but more that I would breeze through nine months unscathed by pain or stretch mark. I guess maybe I thought that most pregnant women were a little whimpy. Maybe some are... Maybe I am. But, whatever the case, I was wrong.

They say that morning sickness typically peaks at 10 weeks, and then starts to subside around 12 weeks when the placenta takes over most of the responsibility for producing pregnancy hormones. I'm desperately hoping that those stats hold true for me.

I want my life back now.

I'll be 10 weeks on Thursday, and then a week from Thursday, I will become a Nevada resident. This means that in the next week I have to stop puking and sleeping and start packing up all of our stuff.

I realize I sound a bit "doom and gloom" lately. I promise that my zing will be back soon. But, in the meantime, you may have to endure a few more posts on powerade, saltine crackers, and the various locations in which I find myself sick. Please don't de-friend me.