We're having....

We're so excited!!!! Everything looked great in the ultrasound, and the baby is measuring a day ahead. The only problem now is what to name her?!

Certifiable

Seventeen weeks pregnant.

I have heard other people say that they are different when they are pregnant, but I would like to think that I am way more than different. I hope I am not this crazy normally. I say to John regularly, "I am certifiable!" Normally this is preceded by some unreasonable display.

1. Emotions. A little more than a month ago, John as released from co-teaching with me in Primary and put in as the Elder's quorum secretary. Doesn't seem like that big of a deal, right? Wrong. They forgot to release him before Sacrament Meeting so the first we hear of it is his name being announce from the pulpit. Shock on our part turned to tears on my part. I cried through the entire meeting. Not subtly. Anyone who has seen me cry knows that my face turns as red as a tomato and my nose might as well be Niagara Falls. Between the strange looks I got and the make-up running down John's shirt, I had to leave the meeting a couple of times to change Ellie/sob in the bathroom.
After Sacrament Meeting we headed to Primary where the flood of tears continued to spill forth. Our Primary class had never been better as they were so nervous as to why their teacher was having a break down. Of course, a couple of members of the presidency so discretely whispered across the room to John if I was okay. "She's fine," he said. That was one of the only times I have wanted someone to know that I was pregnant. I am sure they thought that someone had just been killed by the way I was acting.
2. I don't want to tell people that I am pregnant. Weird, I know. John has either had to tell people, or walked me through exactly when and how so I feel like I have to do it. The weird thing for me is that I love finding out when people are expecting. It's fun and exciting.
3. Food. I am obsessed. If I am not eating food, I am thinking about it. ALL OF THE TIME. I am reminded of a book I read as a kid in which one character was so fat that as soon as he finished one meal he was worried about the next one--when and what to have. That's so me. Thankfully, there isn't too much dessert around our place, and I have monthly accountability weigh ins with my doctor. Dang scale. Of course, John doesn't help. He's all about this new snacky/I-want-to cook-all-of-the-time wife. And just to add salt to the wound, it is not like he is gaining any empathy weight. No, if anything, his metabolism will probably make him lose weight, just to spite me. So, please don't offer me any food, because I probably won't have the self-control to resist.
4. Money. I don't know if it is nesting or what, but I am kind of obsessed with saving money. Somewhat ironically this leads me to spend more money in order to save money. For instance, buying a printer and ink in order to print off coupons. Also, buying a bunch of winter clothes for the three of us for next year. They are on sale right now and what a better time to get Ellie a little snow suit?! This goes on and on and $100 later at Walmart, we are wondering what we bought considering there were only three things on our list. (I did save $12 in coupons though!) I know, crazy.
So, fair warning to people I have to interact with for the next five months. Crazy pregnant woman over here. But the question is, are you really crazy if you think that you are?

This was taken the same day as the above picture, just a different shirt and poking out the overgrown belly.

I don't think that I am actually capable of doing a post without a picture of my kid.

It fits!

When Ellie was blessed at about age 2 months, her blessing dress was very large on her, as seen in the following picture.

Well, now that she is almost 2, the dress seems to fit. We put her in it and took a few pictures. The dress comes down to about her ankles when she is standing up.



We can't believe that Ellie has gone from such a tiny baby to a toddler. But I guess it is a good thing since baby #2 will be here around July 12th. We have goals to move Ellie into a big girl bed by then, and also to potty train her (I should think one set of diapers to change will be plenty, thanks). Wish us luck!

Fetish

Our girl is a girl. And I really don't know a single girl who doesn't love shoes. Ellie loves shoes of any variety. "Hoos on," is something I hear several times a day. Sadly I don't let her wear her shoes inside, so she substitutes other shoes to fulfill this urge.

My gym shoes: These are the "beeg boots." She loves them. I can't believe she actually manages to walk in them.
And of course my slippers. The "sippers" are Ellie's footwear of choice. Unfortunately for her, I wear them almost always. But if I do leave them behind and come back to get them, they have inevitably wandered off.
A couple more favorites that aren't pictured are my heels (boot variety or regular), John's slippers, John's tennis shoes, and of course the shoes of any little kiddo that visits our house.

I have to do a shout-out to the love of hats. We got the little pink one a bit ago, and Ellie loves to wear it inside, especially the gloves. This treasure is the hat I wear while jogging to and from the gym. Apparently for Ellie sweat is no deterrent in the hat wearing fun.

Christmas 2010

We got a hand me down dress at the last minute that became Ellie's Christmas dress. Our 'photo shoot' included getting her a can to sit on to keep her still and attempting to coax a smile, which didn't really happen. Still sweet though.

Ellie LOVED the Christmas tree. She was actually pretty good about it too. We never really had to move any ornaments. Although, there were a lot of reminders to not touch it. The way she says "Christmas Tree" is identical to how she says "scripture story." She says, "Dow dowee."

Here are a few shots of her unwrapping the goods:


The stocking was pretty fun. Ellie likes cars.

The yellow squishy ball lasted less than 12 hours before she bit a hole in it.

We had a great Christmas seeing friends and family. Best wishes for the new year!

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

And our little girl isn't too pleased about it.
That's right. She was braver last year. John says that he has never felt her grab onto him so tight as when he tried to set her on Santa's lap. Go figure she does like seeing pictures of Santa just not get too close. Whatever.

Nigh-nigh

As I have said before, Ellie likes having her stuffed animals do what she does. So she puts them "nigh-nigh" often. One night while John was playing with Ellie, he figured out that this is what she wanted. I think that might be all of her stuffed animals and two "bay-bits" (blankets). Sadly, since John took this picture the teddy bear has gone missing at church. It has been a great loss.