And So It Begins

While most people were barbecuing and celebrating this holiday in some way, we were planning for our little guy's future. I believe the term is "Nesting." Well, let the nesting begin...

Nick and I were determined to begin turning our office/den into a nursery this weekend. I use the word "begin" because, it has only begun, and it is proving to be a process. I took a pic of the room in transition, and I have to admit it's going to be a bit of a stretch, but I think we can do it. In order to clear the room, we had to clear some space in our so-called storage unit, which is now filled to the rim with old books, remnants of Nick's rock climbing days, a couple of TV's and God knows what else, but it is FULL! I'm going for an Extreme Makeover: Home Edition type renovation here, so once it's all done, I'll let you be the judge.

The second part of the adventure was our first trip to Babies R Us, an adventure in and of itself. If you are reading this blog, you are probably aware of the enormity of this place. Our mission was to "pre-screen" for the things we know we are going to need, i.e. crib, bassinet, dresser, stroller, car seat, and the list goes on and on... What we did was get completely overwhelmed. I was relieved by the fact that most of the women in the store were much more pregnant than I, which served as a reminder that I have time, for now.

Next goal, join Sam's Club. Well, that seems pretty obvious, I mean, we are going to have a boy, so we are going to need food in mass quantities. Talk about overwhelming...

The very last project of the weekend was shopping (which is always on my personal agenda). Among other things we bought Baby G's first couple of outfits. We just couldn't resist, especially the little beanies and booties. So, that is the weekend wrap-up. It was all about our little bundle of joy. After all, is there a better way to spend a free weekend?

Mmm... Pickles

Well, I figured I'd do a little catch up blogging on the pregnancy, so far. It's really hard to believe that I am almost 5 months now. I have been so very blessed that the nausea has kindly evaded me, and for the most part (and you may have to check with Nick on this) I have not had many mood issues. I mean, sure, I've cried a few times, but what girl doesn't cry every once in a while, just for the heck of it. So, I've been asked a few times if I've had any cravings, and in the first trimester, it was kindof touch and go when it came to the food groups, but I would say the overwhelming majority of the time, I just wanted fruit and particularly, watermelon. Now that I am comfortably in the second trimester, I have literally wanted pickles. Okay so, when I first suggested we buy some pickles, Nick said, and I quote "Do you just want those because you think you are supposed to want them?" And maybe I did at that time, but now I genuinely desire the salty juicy deliciousness of a Vlasic, and I don't just eat one.

So, I guess aside from that new finding and the general roundness I am experiencing in my mid-section, life is pretty normal. I guess I should document my first flutter, which occured in the car on my way home to Sylacauga, wonder if that means something...

The End is Near

For the past few months, my weeknights have been filled with the sounds of household names like J.D. and Turk, Adam Lambert, Melissa Rycroft, Gabriel Solis, and of course Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Locke, and Ben. I eagerly anticipate the arrival of these shows all winter long, and then they arrive and fill up my DVR for a few months, and in a flash, they are gone again. Somehow, I always find myself saying, this season just wasn't as good as last season. Is it merely the anticipation that makes the shows great?

Only one of aforementioned television shows consistently delivers, and it is the true inspiration behind this latest installment of my new obsession. That show, of course, is Lost. I'm sure by now you have realized that Lost is much more than a modern sci-fi version of Gilligan's Island. Although, admittedly, that's not an altogether inappropriate description. Lost has transformed our evening cable watching experience; it has created a cult-ish following; and most notably, Lost has forced its loyal fans to utter "What?" more times than any other enigma in life. As frustrating as this is for us Lost fans, we continue to watch it with adoration. Perhaps the greatest thing about the Lost experience is sharing it with other Lost fanatics. For me, sharing not only happens in the literal sense, watching the show with friends and family, but it also includes a bond with other Lost fans that instantly occurs when you unabashadely exchange your "theories" about the island. There is something about letting your inner nerd come out to someone you just met that just feels right.

It is going to be a sad day in the Gaxiola house when this legendary series finally comes to an end. We'll just have to go back to shows that spoonfeed their plots, or God forbid, we'll start watching a crime drama...

We really don't know life without Lost, but I think we'll find our way.

And He Shall Be Named...

Okay, don't get excited, we don't have a name yet, but he is affectionately referred to as Baby G. I think I am starting to become one of those annoying pregnant people that I used to make fun of. I find myself wanting to tell random people that I'm pregnant, and not only that, but I expect people to do things for me too, like carry my groceries or pump my gas. Well, it's not that bad, but the thought did cross my mind.

Is That a Vertical Line?

Well, all life-analysis and deep thought aside, I do have one really great reason to blog, and that is the little boy that I already love more than anyone in the world that is growing inside of me. I'm almost 19 weeks pregnant, and even though I am wearing elastic and soon to outweigh my husband, I still can't believe he's in there.

It all started with a vertical line... So, no one really tells you how hard pregnancy tests are to... well, pee on. Without going into details, I will say that that first test result was not exactly clear, which is probably due to the fact, that I unapologetically refuse to read directions, even something that important. But, even the sketchy test showed a faint vertical line. Two more tests later (I might add that I highly recommend when going through this to buy a multi-pack of tests), we were convinced. But, it wasn't until we saw that little fluttering heartbeat 4 weeks later that it hit me, and then last Friday, May 8, 2009, I saw our little boy. I hate to tell you, but you're going to have to look at them too. Face it, if you're here, you are probably mildly interested in seeing our little one in a couple of ultrasound pics...
I realize that I am violating his privacy slightly with that bottom picture, but that's what parents do. Might as well start now...

The Beginning of an Era?

So, I don't think I'm really that interesting, but I am bored (at times) and facebook is becoming depressing and monotonous, so even if I'm the only person who looks at this thing in 6 months or a year, it's probably worth it. Besides, I am generation Y, this is what I am supposed to be doing. So here goes:

I find myself asking, what does it all mean? Okay, not really, but life is kindof strange sometimes. My mom (God love her, this won't be the last time I mention her) got in an accident yesterday in my dad's car. The irony is that the family was in a bit of a tizzy over this crack in the windshield, which was why she had the car in the first place. It got fixed yesterday morning, and then in the afternoon, boom! She got t-boned. Thank God, she's okay, but it did put the crack in the windshield into perspective. Then, this morning, not 5 minutes out of our condo to work, and Nick gets a flat tire. Doesn't life do that to you sometimes?