:: 12 Week Bump Shot taken on Wednesday, April 27th ::

People said that once I'm out of my first trimester, I'm going to start to feel "awesome", "super energetic", "back to normal"... Nope. I am still feeling blessed beyond belief, but boy am I pooped. I started feeling nauseas around 6.5 weeks and learned how to manage it early - eat even when you don't want to. My relationship with food changed instantly. I used to love feeling hungry. I would be stuffing my face and already thinking about my next meal before I got knocked up. Not now. I have lived on tangerines and Carnation Instant Breakfasts. Before I got pregnant, I was a sucker for carbs. I would do anything for carbs. I've quickly learned over the last 7 weeks that carbs get me no where. It's all about the protein, which for some reason is the last thing I want to eat. Chicken? No thank you. (Unless fried, and doused in Red Robin's honey mustard dressing of course.) Steak? Ew. Eggs - sometimes, but not often. (Unless accompanied by a nice slice of American cheese and purchased at McDonald's.) I was liking cottage cheese there for awhile, but quickly became turned off. The same went for yogurt - the texture kills me. I'll tell you one thing - this makes dinner time especially fun. Not just for me, but for my sweet hubby who has to get creative every night with dinner suggestions in hopes of getting even a tiny nod from his super low maintenance wife. (The winners so far have been chicken terriyaki, his enchiladas, cheese burgers, and grilled cheese sandwiches.) Again, the guy deserves the Patience Award of the Year to sit next to his already annual achievement of the Husband of the Year award.

I have had minor glimpses of what may turn into the Honeymoon Trimester. However, I think I may have used up all of my energy for the next three months in New York with my mom and Trev. For some reason, I did pretty dang good there - walking all over town, not being too high maintenance with food, and not super nauseas (despite all of the "smells" of the city... wow). Payback came the second we landed back in Seattle, when I found myself in the airport bathroom losing my cookies. Welcome Home!

Below you'll see some pics from our trip to NYC! We had a great time - and the bambino did well on his/her first trip to the Big Apple!

first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes...

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!