:: 14 Week Bump Shot - Taken May 12th, 2011 ::

I'm totally not going to be one of those girls that judges herself and the changes her body goes through when she's pregnant. Nope. I don't really notice the fact that my face is a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle rounder than usual. Nope. Not concerned at all about the fact that my upper arm has grown somewhat and has less tone. Doesn't bother me one bit.

Maybe just one bit - but I do know that when I am 40 weeks pregnant, probably with two weeks left before I meet my baby still, I will look back at this picture and think, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I looked good" because my arms will be even bigger, my face even rounder. Get over it, Jord! 

I will say I do love knowing that there's a little person (that actually looks more and more like a baby now!) growing inside me. Part me. Part Ty. All love.

My sweet grandma and I talked this week. I don't think anyone is more excited about this baby than her. She's giddy with excitement about this bambino and I can't get enough of it when I talk to her.

Grandma: Oh honey! I think I can now talk to you about what you are going through. I went to Barnes & Noble today and got a book that walks me through week by week of pregnancy! So now you have to tell me exactly where you are at so I can go read what's going on right now.

Me: Well, I am 14 weeks today. 

Grandma: OK, 14 weeks. Let's see here... OK. Here we are. Oh look! (She then goes on to describe what she sees and then reads me the short description of the progress the little one will make this week.)

Me: Isn't it so exciting to see? 

Grandma: Oh yes!! Now, let's make sure we talk every week so I can tell you what's going on. 

She is the cutest. She is the best grandma - from day one she and I have been hooked. I love hearing all of the stories about how she couldn't get enough of me when I was first born. How she used to come over to my parent's house at lunch time just to hold me. How she used to snatch me up and rescue me when Trevor was born. We'd go shopping. We'd do sleep overs. It all just continued through elementary school, junior high and high school. She and my sweet Grandpa would take Trev and I to Hawaii for fun trips. And even in college I'd spend my spring breaks with her and my Grandpa (and the SUN!) in Palm Springs. Since graduating from college and starting a new life up here, we see each other less but the love has always been there. I know that my grandparents loved being our grandparents. I can't wait to see them with my baby and get glimpses of what it was like when they first met me.

OK, enough for now. We have a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, which I still get anxious about even after getting "over the hump". Say prayers for a sweet heartbeat and a growing uterus!

I'm Pooped.

:: 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!