a baby in a baby carriage! (Hence my long drawn out absence on here!)

Ty and I are thrilled to announce that we've got a bun in the oven... a bambino on the way... a mini Jensen... it's happening. For real.

Since March 1st, when I saw a positive pregnancy test, I've been in absolute amazement and have felt more emotions then I thought were even possible. Of all things that I've felt, lucky is probably the biggest emotion. I am lucky. From the moment I saw "pregnant" on that Clear Blue Easy (and the 6 others that followed it), I've felt like the luckiest girl in the world. To see those words on a test, so early into trying for a baby, is absolutely amazing. (We weren't really "trying" but I guess we weren't "not trying" either. Gotta love that phrase!) I realize that seeing those words is no small feat. Some of the most amazing women that I know have waited months and even years to see those words. Some never see them at all. I will never take it lightly because I am blessed beyond words to have life inside me. It's something I have always wanted - so badly in fact, that the last 8 weeks have been filled with feelings of not only luck, but also pure anxiety. I didn't expect to feel so anxious. I was anxious not about the change Ty and I are about to experience (that will come later, I'm sure), not about what I can or can't eat, do or not do. But about what I simply can't control. I was so nervous that I would lose something that I have dreamt about my whole life. Learning you are pregnant at 3 weeks 6 days, while a technological win, is a total pain in the you know what when all you want to do is fast forward time and be "in the safe zone" as I've heard so many close to me refer to it this week. While there is some truth to that, I also understand that until this sweet baby is in our arms, I will probably still be anxious  (at times!) about what I can't control. (Just the beginning of parenthood, right?)

Until then, I am going to live each day in the moment. I am loving that Ty and I have created life and for now, I am this sweet babe's protector. I'm excited to leverage this blog to chronicle the journey ahead - the good and the hilarious!

Thank you to everyone who has been so fantastic to Ty and I. You continue to support us in ways we never thought imaginable. We love you so much and can't wait for you to be apart of this little life's world. Here's to our 11/11 baby and all that we have to look forward to (and do!) before he or she's arrival!

 Just a small sampling of the books I've started reading the last 8 weeks!

my Ty top 10

Of course the list goes on and on, but if I were to narrow it down to the top 10 reasons why I love my husband, it would go a little something like this.

10. I love his positive attitude. The guy is always so incredibly positive. He sees the glass as half full all the freaking time. He's got good energy, good vibes, and knows how to make people feel good. Love.

9. He has an incredible work ethic. There are times where this annoys me (weird) but despite that, he works so hard. Case in point: He went on a business trip to LA last year and instead of telling his boss that he may need to step out of the meeting a little early in order to make his Friday 7pm flight, he simply didn't. He missed his flight and couldn't get on another one until the next evening. Of course this killed me, but I had to admire how committed he was to not being "that guy" and instead he stuck through the meeting until the end.

8. He'd do anything for our pups. He'll walk them in the rain at 10pm after working a long day. He'll take them to get groomed, which they love (not). He'll get their butts pushed, which they love even more. He'll pick them up fun dog bones at the pet store. He's a sucker for the dogs. I love it, because I'm not.

7. He loves his parents and his sister. I love how close he is to them and how much he respects them. They always say "the boys go away" after they move on and get married. I am sure that is the case when there was never much of a relationship there anyway. He is a loyal son that is there for his parents. He stops by, he checks in. He's a great son.

6. He loves my family like they are his own. He loves my brothers and would do absolutely anything for them. I love him for this. He'll take his day off work to spend with Cam. He's picked Trev up at the airport at 5:30am. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

5. He makes late night trips to the store for whatever it is I may mention being in the mood for. It takes one "you know what sounds good?" at any time of the night, and he's got his shoes on before I even finish my sentence.

4. He knows how to mix a mean cocktail. He's so creative and fun when it comes to mixing drinks. I love how excited he gets to make me something yummy. My fave: Sunset Martini (pineapple juice, coconut rum, grenadine, and vodka.)

3. He vacuums every week. Enough said.

2. He cleans the toilets. Enough said.

And the #1 reason I love Ty:

1. He teaches me something new everyday. About him. About me. About life. About how to live it and love it. He gives me perspective and reminds me that nothing is ever too big for us. We've got it. When I am worried about something, his coin phrase is always, "Babe - just remember, they can't eat you."

That's love. And I'm in it.

Here we are signing our lives away in Maui on 5.18.2009, getting our marriage license.