I am preg.nant.

I woke up this morning about 30 times more exhausted than normal.  Lately at night I’ve been getting these weird pains and funky feelings in my tummy…i think they are just braxton hicks contractions but they wake me up and i sit there thinking…”oh my god this is it”.  its not it.  I’m just freaked out.

It’s crazy how much of a terrible person i feel like these days.  my hormones are a wee bit nuts and I’m gonna be honest…I’m not very nice.

The worst part about not being very nice is that it usually lands right on Brett…who is actually quite wonderful and is AMAZING at taking care of me.  so i sort of give him the most snoot and then walk around feeling totally terrible about it because he doe NOT deserve it.

on another note.  we are trying our best to prepare for this little monster.  Brett was super intense about getting our bags for the hospital all ready.  we went to target and got travel size toiletries and some comfy post birth jams for me to wear in the hospital.  we loaded up on some hanes v necks for him and me for that first couple weeks of baby.  basically relieving the pressure of thinking about what to wear when we’re figuring out this whole parenting thing at first.

id have to say…im most excited about the wonder woman underpants that we bought me to wear in celebration of going through labor (we’re very practical).

we both have a strange feeling that she is coming early.  Brett said that every time i call him he thinks I’m about to tell him I’m in labor.  we’re totally not paranoid at all.  i guess we’ll see if we are right about this in the weeks to come.

Time seems to be flying by and there is still so much to do.  AH!  I know it will all work out great, but I’m definitely getting into the stress zone.  One day at a time lemsters…one day at a time…oof.

All has been pretty quiet over here on the blog.  We’ve been a tad bit busy and I’ve been a extremely pregnant.

Yesterday I turned 28.  That sounds really old to me to admit that, but I’m still rockin the 20’s so thats workin out for me.

My birthday is usually a pretty big deal to me.  I like any excuse to celebrate, I mean I already have an elaborate plan for my 30th (I’m throwing a prom…its gonna be all sorts of epic).  This year however, I kind of forgot about it.  My dad mentioned mine and Bretts birthday dinner and I was like “wait what? our birthdays are next week?”  Needless to say, there was no planning.  I worked a whole work day and made no plans, but there was plenty of celebrating and love that was had, and I liked it.

The day kicked off with my hubs bringing me breakfast in bed whilst singing happy birthday to me!  I think this may have been one of 1 of 3 times that he has voluntarily woken up before me, so I felt pretty special.  Plus, who doesn’t love a cute dude bringing you food in the morning : ).

Then when we walked out the door for work there was a balloon with a card attached to it.  Left there by our neighbors and dear friends the Jessens.  Special-ness continues.

I was greeted at work with a decorated desk and the most scrumptious crumb coffee cake known to man.  Then my boss took all the back office ladies out to lunch at a swanky Italian restaurant, where I ate some bomb ass lasagna and this delicious flour-less chocolate cake.

When I got home, my handsome husband had made us an incredible steak dinner with mashed potatoes and asparagus.  We ate, we watched real world/road rules challenge, and then topped the night off with a little movie and friendship with my bro and sis in law and the jessens.

After the movie we snuggled in bed and read some Harry Potter before dosing off.

Adios 27, you were actually really fantastic.  28 you got a lot of living up to do.

Its August?!? I know this is a total “old lady” thing to say, but…where did the time go?

I have to admit as I was flipping my calendar to this month, I got a little emotional (shocking right?).  I just realized that next month, Penny is coming.  Which started out as a super exciting thought.  YES!  We totally get to meet her SO soon!  And then it hit me…

This is the last month where we will just be “Brett and Katie”.  As excited as I am for our little girl to get her butt here, a part of me is a wee bit sad that I have to share Brett with her.  One of the things we talked about a lot pre “we could totally do this baby thing” was how selfish we are with each other.  This is real you guys…I reeeeeally like my husband.  I’d pretty much choose snuggling on the couch with him over anything.  He’s my favorite person in the whole world and i really love loving him.  This little third wheel is gonna come in here and turn our lives all sorts of upside down.

i know things are going to change a bunch soon, but its a huge prayer of mine that we will find some ways to preserve the “us” that we love so much.  i don’t want this to sound like I’m dreading having penny around. I’m not.  I’m actually super anxious to meet her, and i look at my little desk calendar like a clock, like its going to change through the day and I’ll be one step closer to holdin her squishy buns.  plus!  i am so excited to see Brett as a father and i know that watching him with her is going to make me fall in love with him in a new way.  I just want to take this last month to kind of focus on the two of us, and make sure that we appreciate this time together.

flipping that calendar over this morning made me sit back and thing about how much that husband of mine means to me.  im so thankful for him, and for the time that we have had, just me and him.  and im looking forward to the days of me, him, and penny.  we have no idea what we’re doing.  but im sure its going to be awesome, and no doubt hilarious at times.

cheers to next chapters, theres no one else id rather walk through this with.  love you senor brettles.  your the bestest.