Morning Sickness

So I would like to know who decided to call 1st trimester sickness "Morning" Sickness. Did a bunch of women get together and vote? Majority won and Morning Sickness was voted in as the title. I wake up in the morning feeling great. I have an appetite and I don't feel queasy in the slightest. I have never thrown up and I savor every moment. It is between noon and 4 that I start to feel sick and usually by dinner I can't eat or even think about food and one to three nights a weeks I put something down the hatch that ends up coming right back up. Evening Sickness that is what I have. It works out well for work since I work 7:30 to 3:30 I usually feel great during work. It makes dinner engagements difficult. Today, our neighbors graciously moved a dinner BBQ to noon so we could avoid any unpleasantness.

We have officially reached our 11th week so hopefully so we will be in the clear on the sickness stuff soon. Mike's Mom requested pictures of myself once a month so she could see the progress. I have barley started to show. Most of the belly is fat. I never thought I would take pictures featuring my stomach, usually the part of me I try to hide behind unsuspecting children, chairs and other convenient objects but for the enjoyment of family and friends here goes.

The Secret of the Gummy Bear and the Kidney Bean

Can you keep a secret? I can if it's someone else's and you specifically ask me not to tell. If it is my own secret, well I don't have secrets. I just simply can't keep them and apparently this is an inherited trait. You might be wondering right about now what secret I could have that would have to do with Gummy Bears and Kidney Beans, well you know what I'll tell you. My secret is the size of a kidney bean and the appearance of a gummy bear and it is about 9 weeks old. Points for you if you guessed it. The James' are having a baby! November 16th is the due date which is also our wedding anniversary but mommies intuition says it won't come until the 19th or the 20th.

At our last Doctor's visit we got to see the heart beat on the ultra sound. Man, that sucker moves, 158 beats per minute. Even though we really couldn't make much of a baby out of the pictures, the doctor said he/she probably looked like a gummy bear and was the size of a kidney bean. He/She is probably bigger now as that was a whole week and a half ago, but he/she is affectionately referred to as Gummy Baby around here and until it joins us in the world eating gummy bears is out of the question.

Spring...


If Spring had a fan club I would be a member. I can't get enough of the sunshine, flowers and blue skies that tell us summer is on it's way. Spring stands for hope, new life and fresh starts. It never ceases to remind me of how wonderful life can be.

That said. I wish someone would give me an Easter basket. Filled to overflowing with the green plastic grass that gets everywhere, with pretty pastel colored plastic eggs filled with chocolates and sweets that would make my dentist scream and a big fluffy white bunny. Why? I just do. So Mommy if you are reading this I want an Easter basket...please.


Mike was my hero and bought me an Easter Basket today! He is so sweet.

My Little Friends...

You know the other day someone made a comment about how after they had kids all their kidless friends disappeared. I couldn't stop thinking about that comment. I guess being the only one of almost all my friends to not have kids I thought this was absurd. I value my friends and could never see myself just walking away from the friendship simply because they had added a little blessing to their life. I also realized that I didn't see each addition to my friends families as a nuisance but as a blessing because every time one of you adds another bundle of joy to your family I add another friend to my list. I value my friendships with my Little Friends as much as I do my grown up friends. I learn just as much from them, sometimes more, than from my grown up friends. So here is a tribute to my little friends.


To Ethan who I will always have a special bond with, who has taught me that time and distance know no bounds and who loves me just the same. Thanks little man!

And to Grayson I didn't have a picture that did you justice. Thank you for always being so darn cute and funny!





To Spencer and Natalie who taught me that twins doesn't equal double the trouble but double the love, joy and fun!







To Eli who melts my heart every time he says "I love you, LaLa."

Addison who showed me that at 4:00am just holding a warm little bundle of joy will make all the lack of sleep in the world worth it.





Peyton - It isn't fair that you wink better than me.










My newest little friend Elizabeth! Who seems to be always pleasant and always game for an adventure.






I hope none of your Mommies and Daddies mind that I put your pictures here. Can't wait to hang out with you soon.

God's Radar

When I was a little girl I started to pray for my husband, whoever he was. So now that I am married it is almost second nature for me. This morning, however, I was fast a sleep when suddenly my very good dream turned odd and I awoke quickly. Then I found myself praying that God would protect Mike's car and keep him safe as he drove to work. I pray this prayer often but I rarely find myself waking from a deep sleep to do so, or waking from a deep sleep wanting to do anything for that matter. About an hour and a half later I got a call from Mike. He had run into some snow on his way to Pullman (after removing his snow tires on Sunday). On his drive he almost followed a van that had slid off the road. He said he got lucky and was able to regain control of the car. Luck I don't think so, that was God. Thank you!

Prayer is interesting to me because I can't see that this big wonderful God I believe in would need me to watch his radar and say "Hey, look out for that over there." I imagine prayer to be like the 2 year old who helps make cookies. Sure the two year old is helping but could you do it without him? Yeah and probably a lot more efficiently and with half the mess. So why have the 2 year old help? I think it's because he learns something every time and you get the joy of spending time with someone you care deeply for. That is how I see prayer and the other morning I was grateful that God let me watch his radar.

COMING SOON....a new post!

I promise! :)

Sneezy...

I love the names and characters of the seven dwarfs. Don't ask me to name them all because I couldn't. Occasionally, these names will pop into my mind when I am feeling particularly like one of these funny little characters and it sometimes causes a small childish memory to creep in and cheer me up a little. Today, I am Sneezy. Yes, I have caught a cold with such grandeur that all I could imagine myself doing is laying on the couch all day. However, I tend not to be very good at just laying on the couch. I have to have stuff to do. Books, movies, food, people to talk to. I even contemplated going to work this afternoon so I would have something to do. I have things to do but the problem is I want to lay on the couch and do nothing, the problem with that is then I get bored, the problem with that is then I want to do something, the problem with that is I don't have the energy. So I am sitting here writing a really lame blog for something to do. Poor Mike was going to stay in Moscow tonight now he feels like he should come home so he can take care of me. I really hope he stays in Moscow though because I would like to think of myself as a big girl who can take care of herself.

I will talk to you all later please send me emails or comments today because I could sure use them. Thanks!