Friday, February 26, 2010

I'm not crafty, but....

If any of you are looking for some great crafty ideas, visit my friends blog, she's pretty amazing. She also has links to a lot of other crafty businesses/talented people out there. The blog is dangginagives.blogspot.com. (http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/) Or you can click on the button on the right of my blog.

I wish I were as talented as her... :)

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

It's a boy!

We found out today that we're expecting a boy, and we are so excited. He was being pretty stubborn there for a bit and wouldn't let the tech get a good enough look, but finally after some prodding and poking he gave us a glimpse.

Rob was especially excited, he can't wait to have a little buddy to play with. We've decided to name him Ryan William Garside. Ryan is Rob's brother, and William is my grandfather's name. We feel like it flows quite nicely. :)

I'm becoming obsessed with Whinnie the Pooh decor, I've always wanted to decorate my baby's nursery in Pooh decorations.

We are so excited, and it is all the more real to us now that we can start calling him by his name, rather than referring to him as "the baby". Hope that July 5th comes soon!

Monday, February 1, 2010

I hate mornings...

My lovely morning routine:

7:00 am- Rob's alarm clock goes off. I groan, dreading the fact that the day is starting. I realize my stomach hurts.
7:15 am- My alarm clock goes off. I hit snooze. By now, Rob is out of the shower and in the kitchen getting me something to eat. Stomach still hurts.
7:20 am- Force myself to eat either cereal or toast. Force down whatever I can and roll out of bed.
7:45 am- Step out of the shower and make it to the toilet in time to lose my breakfast. Lovely. Stomach still hurts.
8:00 am- Dressed and trying to fix my hair and makeup.
8:25 am- Hair and makeup done... just in time for me to throw up again. My eyes water, causing my eye makeup to come off and streaks from the tears mess up my foundation. Very lovely. Baby is pushing on my bladder already, so as you can guess, heaving like that creates a need to change my clothes.
8:35 am- Try and figure out something else to eat for breakfast. Run out the door.
8:45 am- Arrive at work, already wishing the day was over.

Is it any wonder I hate mornings? Seriously, this has happened everyday for weeks. Grrr....