Tiny Update...

Good News: Glucose test accomplished! And I didn't even gag. To be honest, it wasn't what I was expecting at all. I chugged that sugar like a pro.

Bad News: The results of our micro-array test are in. Well, I guess you could say they are results. Apparently my amniocentesis cells died before they had a chance to finish the testing. This basically means we will have to wait until little Maycie is born to test the abnormality on her chromosome three. This is frustrating on many levels - especially because we still have to pay for the stupid [expensive] test even though it wasn't completed. It also stinks because we [as in her doctors] really wanted to have a clear idea of what medical issues they will need to deal with immediately once the little stinker is born. Now there is a big cloud of "unknown" hanging over us. Well, an even bigger cloud than there already was.

Until tomorrow... [is it sad that I want to go to sleep right now so it will be here sooner?]

Calendar of Events...

TODAY // we spent the morning in bed while Jake sang hymns to my belly ... in Spanish. No harm in culturally enhancing our pre-birth baby is there? By the way, baby Maycie loved it. Loved it!

TODAY // I gave Jake his very first haircut. Well, I mean his very first haircut given by me. We hit two milestones actually as this was the very first hair I have ever given. It looks great. Professional even. Well...except for the bald spot. Yep, we could have done without the bald spot. Whoopsies. No harm done though...he already scheduled a follow-up appointment with me in two weeks. I guess he likes bald spots.

TODAY // we took a trip to Idaho Falls to buy Maycie a crib. Don't worry, I was prepared. I checked Target.com to make sure the exact one I wanted was in stock. Too bad Target.com lies. Lies, lies, lies. Moral of story? Maycie still does not have a bed. Or anything else for that matter. Boo.

YESTERDAY // I listed a bunch of my old clothes on Ebay. Only took me about four hours. Geesh. Let the bidding wars begin - and may the odds be ever in your favor. [This movie quote is extremely overused. I apologize for jumping on the bandwagon.]

YESTERDAY // I said adieu to my beloved iPhone. It is now in the hands of a gentleman buyer from Craigslist. I listed the phone, 20 minutes later he emailed, and 30 minutes later we made the exchange. Talk about fast Craigslisting.

THIS WEEK // we turned on our heaters in the house for the first time. Then we wished we would have done it sooner. It is nice not to have to walk around our own home bundled in coats, gloves, and six pairs of socks. Nice, indeed.

THIS WEEK // I visited my old office. Oh how I miss working. Oh how I miss having a social life. Oh how I miss having something besides laundry to keep me busy.

THIS WEEK // I visited Sonic Happy Hour four times. Wait, maybe five. Newest pregnancy craving, you ask? Extra Large Cherry Limeades for a buck. A buck, people!

NEXT WEEK // marks the arrival of the Maycie's Day Parade of doctors. Bring on Tuesday! Six appointments starting at ten and ending at five in SLC. With a 30 minute lunch break. Wowza. Bring on the answers we have been waiting for!

NEXT WEEK // on Monday, I get to experience my first ever Glucose Test. Be excited. 

NEXT WEEK // we are one week closer to the arrival of our cute little girl. One. Week. Closer.

Coping...

Jake and I deal with our feelings quite different from each other. You see, I am a "wallow in self pity" kind of gal. Well, more like "wallow in self pity, then shed a few tears, then paint back on my face, then hit the ground internet running." I am a researcher. It's in my nature as a Literature geek. I choose a topic and then research incessantly until I become a "pro" of sorts. Little baby Maycie is my lastest obsession. Can you blame me? I've joined the groups, I've read the medical cases, and I've asked the questions. It is how I cope.

Jake, on the other hand, copes in an entirely different way. And I have to admit, I am loving his coping mechanism. He's a "stay busy and stay happy" kind of guy - which loosely translates into, "crossing off the honey-do list". Geesh, I love him. Here is a few of Jake's latest "coping" projects.

He's been fixing clogged pipes [did I mention we had to get a new water heater? Geesh, they're expensive]...

He's been climbing tall ladders...

He's been hiding all the awful green...

He's been de-rocking [and de-treeing...thanks goes out to Dad, Alan, and Spencer for the help] our lovely front yard...

Needless to say, our new house is really reaping the benefits of the whole "stay busy" aspect of Jake's coping. Thanks to it, we have a new front door, new shutters, painted trim, freshly (as in today) planted grass, trimmed trees, new electrical outlets, new basement sink...I think you get the idea. 

But the before and after pictures will have to wait - I have some brownies in the oven that are really calling my name. Oh, did I forget to mention my other coping mechanism is indulging in my lastest pinned recipe on Pinterest? Don't judge. I am eating for two, you know. 

[27 weeks. Yep, even more awkward mirror pictures.]

P.S. 11 days and counting until our big appointment in SLC. We are getting impatient. 

Oopsies...

Ever accidentally drop a measuring cup full of flour into a powered on KitchenAid mixer?
No? Take my advice...don't try it.

Hey, at least the bread still turned out. 

The O.C.D Pedi...

What happens when you combine a pregnant wife and an O.C.D husband?

Perfectly painted pink toenails. And I mean perfect. 

[He even pulled out a few q-tips to clean up excess polish...something I NEVER do.]

I mean, how could they not be perfect with this level of concentration?

That's true love, I tell you. True love indeed.