New Experience

Old Navy is running a three day sale beginning today.  Today is 25% off, tomorrow 20%, and Tuesday 15%.  I have been looking at their maternity line for a while, putting off purchasing anything due to the fact that seasons will change soon and I am getting by with what I have right now.  But, Old Navy is running a three day sale beginning today.

So, my sweet mother advised me to order a couple of the dresses I have had my eye on and she would foot the bill.  She's good to me, have I mentioned that?  The question then became, what size do I order?

I had an encounter with Motherhood Maternity three weeks ago that did not end well and I am therefore forced to hate all that is maternity clothing.  They too were having a sale, a BOGO sale in fact.  I was by myself, I tried on the blasted belly they put in the dressing room, and left in tears.  Those of you who are or have been pregnant, I hope you are sympathizing with me.  My body is awkward right now.  Large and in charge,  jiggly and wiggly.  Needless to say, I let this sale pass.

But, Old Navy is having a sale.  And I have had my eye on a cute black maxi and a sweet multi colored dress that I would probably purchase if found in the non-maternity section.  And did I mention I am due in August?  AUGUST?!  This girl needs some dresses for the uncomfortable heat that is in my future.  

So, I ordered.  I got a size up from normal, like I said large and in charge.  I immediately regretted my decision and texted a friend to ask if she had an opinion about the sizing.  She advised I order two sizes down from what I did!  I called Old Navy, canceled the order, and compromised with the size in the middle.

Old Navy is having a sale.  Ashley just had a 30 minute panic attack and must wait the 7-9 days to find out if the size I ordered will fit.

Good Grief.  Long journey ahead.  

Drasitc Change

So, I, ummm, hate to admit but I failed miserably at the pic a day this past week (and am not off to a great start this week).  Last week and this week are a little chaotic, I'm giving myself a break.

This past weekend I was able to bask in one of the many luxuries of marrying Chris, continuing education.  A while back, Chris told me there was an Heart of America meeting in the loverly town of KC and asked if I would be interested in going if he signed up.  Um, cha.  Two of my best girl pals live there.  Free sleeping quarters and fun times ahead.

The weekend was bliss.  Friday, Jenny and I were able to get out with the twins and eat on the Plaza.  We did hit up H&M, but shopping isn't really doing it for me right now.  In all honesty, it is depressing.  So, when Hudson started getting a tad fussy, I was all about leaving.  I did snag a few pics of the precious twins, Holly and Hudson.  I love these two kiddos.  

They were the perfect lunch dates.

Hudson and Amy's baby, Minnie.

Little Holly, she is a spit fire, but love her!

That evening we all went to a local joint called The Peanut.  Chris loves this place for their wings.  It was a merry mesh of grad school friends for Chris and college friends for me.

On Saturday, Amy took me to the most amazing place to eat for lunch, Longboards.  There is only one in KC, it is in a strip mall, and if you ever have the pleasure of eating there your life will be added to abundantly.  Not kidding, love it, get in your car and GPS it now, but you must take me with you.  That evening, Chris and I met up to eat with some of his friends who I adore at a Mexican restaurant called Ponak's.  Again, another must if in the KC area.

As you can see, food and I are on good terms again and I am able to return to my 3 meals a day routine rather than must have food every 2 hours or someone will get hurt.  

The only two downfalls of the weekend were not having Wirth and Britt there.  I really wish it was more affordable to travel from DC to KC to Utah.  Life would be more pleasant.  Also, I was reprimanded by my husband for taking our brand new camera with us and never using it.  Whops.

Amy and I were texting when I arrived home and she commented on the fact that the weekend was one to go down in the books.  I laughed, because it is really telling when eating at local restaurants, holding two sweet babes, catching up, and being in bed by 11 at the latest is epic.  I wouldn't change it for the world :)

Social Media Announcement

Most of you who read my blog I am friends with on fb so this is old news.  However, I don't pass up opportunities for blog posts.

Last night Chris and I decided to go public on the social media bandwagon and post our exciting news.  We have known since the Wednesday (I think it was Wednesday, might of been Tuesday, but I'm going with Wednesday) before Christmas there was a little bun in the oven, but decided to keep it to ourselves, family, and close friends until the timing was right. So, I will back track over the past seven weeks in the next few posts to fill you in on life's big change. 

The Wednesday morning before Christmas I decided to take a pregnancy test which was given to me by a friend.  I honestly didn't think it would be positive, but wanted to lean on the error of caution (I know TMI, but this blog is for my memory purposes as well).  So, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning after a restless night of sleep to be greeted by two pink lines.  To say the least, I was a little freaked.  I texted my friend bright and early (don't worry, she goes to work at 5:30) who lovingly attempted to acknowledge that yes, I was in fact pregnant after texting her the picture of the test.  

My hope was to keep it a secret from my husband until I took another test the next day and I even considered waiting until Christmas morn to break the news to him.  But, I am a terrible secret keeper.  I ended up telling Chris that morning while he was getting ready for work.  He laughed and said it was probably false (the line was faint).  We both went on with our days thinking it was a fluke and agreed I would take a test the following morning.

Low and behold, different test, same result.  Only this time it was a big old plus sign.  I continued to be in denial and told Chris I was going to go get a fancy nancy digital test because I needed clear and accurate results.  At this point Chris was warmed up to the idea and laughed at me.  My friend who knew about the test, laughed as well, but both played into my madness.  I even called my doctor's head nurse who I know and left a pretty comical message at the office.  Needless to say she didn't call me back, although I'm sure she was rolling.  

The digital test confirmed it and read "Pregnant" loud and clear.  Chris had me call and set up an appointment which was three weeks later, much to my dismay (I was only 5 weeks along, 8 weeks is typical for your first visit, but I felt as if they should get me in that day.  Again, frantic pregnant lady here).  He was elated, I was a mess.  Not sad, just wasn't processing.  We want kids, that's without a question.  Just thought it would be a little further down the road.  

I did end up texting my sister a picture of the stick (she had ignored my phone calls all week, I dare say this got her attention).  She freaked of course and called full of excitement.  This helped me a great deal.  I also texted a few other dear friends to Chris and I in order to make it a little more real for myself.  Chris continued to laugh at me.

After wrestling with whether to share the news with our parents, we both agreed Christmas was a pretty perfect time to do so.  On Christmas Eve we set out and bought a cute pair of Nike shoes for our future babe and wrapped them up.  Christmas morning we visited the Boschen side first and we allowed Erin to open the gift.  The reaction was priceless, I wish I would have video taped it.  

Later in the afternoon, we re-wrapped the shoes and headed to my parents.  We were going to wait until my sister's family arrived later in the week, but she insisted we go ahead (I think more for her sake than our own).  My mom opened the gift and after a moment of confusion (she thought they were for my nephew), both mom and dad jumped for joy.

Over the next few weeks, we sporadically told our family and close friends because we are both terrible secret keepers.  My favorite person to tell was Ann.  I insisted she not tell Jack until we were further along and we felt we were out of the woods.  She teared up and asked if she could tell her sister.  I thought this was hilarious. 

At 8 weeks we had our first appointment.  All looked great and the baby's heart rate was 175!  Strong and healthy.  I went back this past week for our 12 week check up and all continues to look great.  My doctor plans to send me for the big gender reveal ultrasound at 18 weeks, so we now have another fun countdown.  

Baby Bosch at 8 weeks.  Really just a circle, but it was amazing to hear that little hear beat racing.

Most of you already knew of the big news, but I'm excited to have it out in the open.  We are praying all continues to go smoothly.  I have some funny posts of my pregnancy experiences to share over the next few weeks.   In my opinion it has been fairly easy and smooth.  

Thanks for all of the prayers and check-ins over the past few weeks.  Time is crawling for me right now, but that's fine by me.  Chris and I are soaking in our last weeks of just the two of us.  

Week 1 Pics

Finally!!!  I'll admit, I've failed on this goal already.  I have not taken a photo a day, more of a glance at a week let's say.  Perhaps once we figure out our fancy new camera I will be more motivated.  Currently is sits staring me down in intimidation.  I really shouldn't be fearful of nonliving things, but I am.  

Currently the days drag by and I reflect on them realizing not a whole lot has been accomplished.  I should work on that.  

Enough complaining and on with the show.  

Here is a glance back at the past week.  

On Tuesday I made some delicious Mac & Cheese and we had some sweet friends over for dinner.  In case you are interested in a heart clogging treat, I would suggest this recipe.  Not the best left over due to the fat resurfacing, but great for a crowd.  

Wednesday I sat in front of our computer all morning and watched National Signing Day.  Yup, my husband was proud.  I screamed out loud when this #1 recruit announced his choice.  Cannot wait to attend games in the fall (we have already lined out three games we hope to go to).

This is a fairly normal daily routine.  If I am home, the hours of 1-3 are Grey's time for the pup and me.  Lifetime runs old episodes and I challenge myself to do not so fun task during commercial time (dusting, sweeping, folding laundry, dishes, etc.)

Chris watching the MU/KU game during the last 3 minutes Saturday evening at his parents.  He handled himself well, only yelled a few times.

 

 

On Friday I used a few gift cards from Christmas to purchase a new purse.  I wound up with the one on the left.  Love it.

Me after Thursday night boot camp.  Love boot camp, just love it.

Our current "special room".  Two of our friends are adopting from Ethiopia and this weekend is the second annual garage sale fundraiser for them, excuse to purge for me!  In the picture it doesn't look half has bad as I envision. (A few of the items are non garage sale items, but are can't find a place for these things so they are going to be tossed on the bed items.)

Had to add one photo from the camera to show we do use it.  And to remind myself I need to wear make up more frequently.


 And there you have it.  Week one of photos.  Not in order.  Sorry.  That is one thing I hate about blogspot, it is a pain in the rear to move pictures around.  Lesson learned, load them in the order you want them to be. 

Food, Glorious Food!

I know, I know... Another post with no pictures.  I am almost done with my first week of trying to do "a picture a day" so hold your horses.

I've got other matters to address... food.

According to my sweet, intelligent husband, tomorrow marks the end of crappy food season.  His theory is that from Thanksgiving until the Super Bowl, it is a free for all.  Try as you may to eat well, there are parties, gatherings, and too many interferences of deliciousness.  

So, I don't feel guilty.  

Because according to my husband, whom I love, my longing for french fries, breakfast burritos (from McDonald's, I said it), ice cream, and all that is terrible for me is rightly justified.  After tomorrow, different story.  

So, bring on the little smokies and kittens (a Boschen classic) tonight for the MU/KU game.  The bean dip, sugar cookie bars, and whatever else my friends might throw out there tomorrow for the Super Bowl.  I shall eat guilt free! 

After tomorrow, I'm cracking down.  Salads, oatmeal, smoothies and goodness.  Portion control and hitting the gym.  I shall be healthy!  Just waiting until after tomorrow. :)