Today I'm sitting in bed wondering how the heck I'm going to pass this test I have in exactly 3 hours. Hence, the reason I decided blogging would be better than last minute cramming. Will this semester ever be over? I'm ready to be a nurse now. I have a serious case of senioritis.

Today I'm dreading having to work another night shift. Since getting pregnant it's almost impossible for me to stay up all night anymore. The only shifts left this schedule sign up at work were nights. Yuck.

Today I'm sad I won't see me husband for over a week. He's going out of town on a boys trip this weekend with his brothers and dad (a trip that originally included me before it turned into a boys trip I might add) but work is so busy this week he has to stay late Monday and Wednesday to work. That coupled with his late classes on Tuesday and Thursday= no husband for the whole week or the whole weekend. I'm such a baby. Who's going to sleep in the bed with me and save me from all the imaginary robbers that are going to come kidnap me this weekend? I swear they know when husbands go out of town and they are waiting to strike.

Today I want to know what drama goes down on hometown dates. How is it that the Bachelor sucks me in every season? I had such a strong determination never to watch this stupid show until Brad's season (which wasn't even that long ago! Where did my willpower go??) Now I'm totally sucked into the drama that is Juan Pablo. Because of my night shift obligation I will have to indulge in this sick obsession tomorrow. I swear if anyone says anything on Facebook I'm gonna freak

Today I officially regret wishing I could feel those baby kicks sooner rather than later. 5am I was awoken by little feet in my ribs over and over and over and over. No matter what position I turned to she just kept jabbing me in the sweet spot. I swear this kid never sleeps. Since I was awake I (she) decided that I had to have a bowl of cereal right that second. So 5am wakeup call means 5:15am bowl of frosted mini wheats. Luckily after I fed her she went back to sleep.

Today I just wish I had some extra time to get to work on the nursery. I have all these grand ideas for her room and no husband and no time to accomplish them yet. Time is a wastin! Spring break is in two weeks and we plan to knock it out then. Or at least some of it. Who decided getting pregnant during the busiest semester either one of us has ever had was a good idea?

Today my stroller that I ordered last week comes. I keep checking the UPS site religiously. Not that it says anything other than "out for delivery." I wish I had a play by play of where the truck driver is exactly, what he had for breakfast, how often he stops for bathroom breaks, his mother's maiden name, and his average speed that he drives his truck. I feel like if I had all of this information I could calculate when exactly he will get here with my stroller I won't be able to use for 3 more months. Just hurry up so I can put it together and stare at it like I do with everything baby I buy.

Today I'm struggling with the ever constant battle of what to wear today. I refuse to buy maternity pants. Stubborn maybe, but I like to think of it as being budget friendly. Why should I spend $30 or more on a pair of pants I will wear for 3 months? All my leggings are getting worn out though, so basically I rock my pants that still fit over my hips and leave them unzipped. I usually just wear a shirt that's long enough to cover that gaping hole that is my crotch hanging out of my pants that are too small. It's a rough life.

Today I should probably take my dog on a walk. The poor guy has been inside basically since November. He gets this wonderful summer full of trips to the dog park, hikes, daily ball throwing, and the second it gets below 50 degrees he's stuck inside until the temperature returns. We are really good at walking him in the mornings, but he deserves a night walk too. I feel really guilty when he stares at me, and then outside, and then at the leash, and then back at me. It's not a pretty sight lately to see me waddling up the hill out of breath while my dog tugs on the leash because he's sick of me being so slow. It's a real chore I tell you.

Now I should probably end this post and get back to cramming my brain with information and my belly with more frosted mini wheats (because one bowl wasn't enough for this mini wheat craving babe).

Adios.

I'm seriously shocked to say the least! I thought this little bean was a boy from the very beginning. Jordan had no thoughts or desires on either sex so he was surprised either way. I'm still not totally convinced yet. We call her a she and even sometimes by her name, but I almost need extra assurance that it's a girl. There may be a retraction post in a few weeks telling you that it's a boy instead ;)

The day started out with me and my sister in law Amber heading over to fetal fotos. Because of insurance reasons I had to push my 'Big" ultrasound from mid-december until the beginning of January and I wasn't about to wait that long to see what gender our little one was. We watched her wiggle around and be stubborn for about 20 minutes before the ultrasound tech told me to close my eyes. I heard her tell Amber "I am 100% sure about this" and she typed something into the computer. Afterwards she let me watch her wiggle around some more. It's amazing what our bodies can do and create. Sweet little thing.

Next item of business was dropping Amber off at the part supply store to get the stuff ready without me being there. I wanted her to get black balloons and fill them with either blue or pink confetti. Later we would hang the up and pop the balloons on top of us.

It was the longest wait of my life. I got back from the ultrasound around 3, and the party wasn't going on until 6. Finally Jordan got home from work and we were able to rush over there and finally find out what our sweet little one was going to be.

Popping the balloons and seeing the pink confetti everywhere was the best feeling. All of our family and friends were around and everyone was so excited and happy to welcome this sweet little girl into the family. I'm so happy I waited and was surprised with everyone else. Also, I'm so happy that I can finally start buying and planning and prepping for her to get here. Since nursing school I've become this insane little planner. I feel like I now have to have everything ready and in place before she gets here (and by before she gets here I mean like I need it ready by next week), and not knowing the gender was really putting a damper on my plans. Although we've known for a week now and I still can't get myself to buy anything except diapers. Go figure.

Anyway, I hope everyone had a great thanksgiving this past weekend. I know we sure did! Little girl decided it was time to give her mom a few swift kicks on thanksgiving day. Either it was the food or the 3 cups of juice I had right before I felt her, but either way I'm so grateful to finally feel something! I feel her all the time now dancing and kicking away. It's such a cool feeling! I'm sure in a few weeks when these soft little flutters turn into swift kicks in the ribs I will take all of this back. But for now i'm enjoying knowing she's in there and her letting her mama know that everything is ok.

I'll post some belly shots, but just a warning there's not much there. Little girl is growing low. I think she likes where she's at (Which is bouncing on my bladder. Whoever said that the peeing every 5 minutes eases up in the 2nd trimester has obviously not met my child.) I'm still sitting in that stage where I either look super fat in all my clothes or people ask "I thought you were pregnant, are you not pregnant?" (true story). Please enjoy :) (The belly pics are off my camera. Jordan is still getting the hang of being photographer, and I don't have time to edit them. The ultrasound and party pics are off my iPhone. Sorry for the low quality on both)