She's no longer interested in Barney.

I was 10 when my little sister was born. I don't ever remember thinking of her as a baby, she seemed to be an adorable toddler overnight. She had the cutest little voice and her words didn't come out right until she was in Kindergarden. I still love singing with her, but we've come a long way from "Twintle, Twintle, Wittle Tar". We used to watch recorded episodes of Barney and she would jump around with her little purple dinosaur and sing about the raindrops tasting like lemon drops.

Now she's 17 and driving a car (! omg) and going to be a SENIOR in High School and talking about going to college. OhLordIAmSoOld.

Oh! P.S. These here pictures aren't really edited because Photoshop will be the death of me and I give up.

OB, No GYN

I went to the doctor yesterday. Not to the doctor I've gone to in the past, not the OBGYN, just the OB. Yes, she's the same woman, but she's not the same woman. She's not just treating me, she's treating us.

Vitamins and blood work and exams and questions and pamphlets to look at and books to read and classes to attend and limitations on caffeine and take this aspirin if you need to and keep exercising and STAY AWAY FROM THE TANNING BED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, not just the rest of your pregnancy.

Our relationship will be beautiful, as long as she makes it back from her vacation in February to deliver this peanut.

Not for boys

Looking back, all the signs were there. I felt sick all last week, but thought it was because of an antibiotic I was taking for a sinus infection (it very well may have been, but still...).

Remember when I cried and cried about my dog? Maybe it was hormones.

My back was achy all week last week, and even worse this week.

I was tired. So, so tired. Still am tired. So, so tired.

And the particular thing that made me want to take a test (if you are my brother, dad, or former youth leader, you DO NOT want to read this): my boobs are huge. There I said it.

I went to the waterpark on Friday and got sunburned pretty bad. As I was applying aloe to my sunburned parts (CHEST), I thought to myself "Sweet Goodness! Where did these things come from?"

And there you have it.

I'm going to the mall this weekend to um, shop. For undergarments. Yeah.

Happy Father's Day

To my husband,

Love,

Our Baby

Fish Family

I had my very first photoshoot on Saturday. It was beautiful out and I had a great time. I would appreciate feedback from the photographers who stop by, but please be gentle! Remember, FIRST photoshoot!

Lazy Saturday

I had the day off work so I got to spend lots of time with family today. I even got to spend time with my sister, which is rare since she lives 3.5 hours away.

Then, I did a little photoshoot with some cute kids, but all you get is a little teaser.

Would you look at those little piggys?! ADORABLE.

Not really here.

I'm over here today, talking some more about how I LOST MY DOG.

I have such guilt. I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a parent. I will probably cry all the time and then my husband will leave me and I will have to get another job to support me and my children and my dog, and I won't have time to spend with them and they'll grow up to break the law and give me grandkids when I'm 50 and I'll spend mother's day visiting them in jail.

I have PMS, in case you can't tell. Bye.