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Monday, November 29, 2010

Little boys...

There are a number of reasons I look forward to a little boy...

- Little boys love their mommas. I know I will have a "momma's boy," but not the kind of momma's boy you look at, roll your eyes, and my future daughter-in-law will be ashamed of. He will just know who loves him the most, will hardly ever say no to his requests for a new toy, and the one that will always be there to remind him he doesn't have to be so tough.

- I'm a dirty person. No, I do not mean I like lacking general hygiene, but rather I enjoy being outdoors and getting my hands dirty. I don't mind "hard work" and I prefer to be outside sweating my butt of during the summertime than being confined to a cool house. I honestly hope that my son loves the dirt, the outdoors, all the yucky things that he can find.

- I feel like it's fair to Ryan. Ryan loves hunting. I would be devastated if he didn't get to take our child hunting with him and experience all the fun it entails. I can actually say this because I've been on the hunting adventures with Ryan and it's special...I love that he will be able to share the bonding experience with our son. Even if Wyatt grows up and doesn't like hunting as much as his dad I will feel better knowing that he got to at least experience it.

- Along with that, I can picture my three boys (Ryan, Wyatt, and Marley) spending Monday nights watching WWE. Yes, wrestling...the thing that I am currently listening to while I blog because my husband insists "we" watch it on Monday night. Do I mind? Honestly no. I have my few shows that I must watch, but overall I am pretty laid back when it comes to the tv.

-Our second child will have a big brother. I loved having a big brother. I was, of course, the annoying younger sister, but there was never a doubt that my big brother had my best interest in mind. We would fight like cats and dogs and annoy each other simply because we could but I loved it. He gets me and my spoiled princess attitude and he's okay with that. I just love that Wyatt will be the protector of baby #2.

- Bats and balls vs. Barbies

- I am a fan of matchy-matchy. There is no question of that...but now I get to do matchy-matchy with two boys!! YES!!

- I will remain the Queen Bee...Which probably gives Ryan mixed emotions. I am a handful and I truly believe that Ryan is the only one brave (and crazy) enough to handle me. Two of me may have been a nightmare if we were having a girl first.

-I've always been told that boys are easier. How much easier is TBD, but either way I am liking the sound of that!

I can't wait to have little Wyatt here with us...consuming our mornings, nights, conversations, attention, wallets, etc. There is nothing that we wouldn't do for this little boy and we already realize that. Being pregnant has been the greatest thing that has happen to either of us so far. I love every single movement of his and love it even more that his daddy, Mimi, and Papaw have all got to experience it as well. It just makes it that much more real that we are going to have a son very, very soon.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

20 weeks!

How far along? 20 weeks, 2 days

Total weight gain: 9

Maternity clothes? Nope!

Sleep: Falling asleep is becoming a bit of a challenge. However, once I get to sleep I'm good.

Best moment this week: Ryan getting to feel Wyatt kick.

Movement: I've got a mover and a shaker.

Gender: Boy! Wyatt Hudson

Labor Signs: No. No. and No.

Belly Button in or out? In...go ahead and stay that way.

Cravings: Still none.

What I miss: Sleeping on my belly.

Weekly Wisdom: Never be afraid to ask the "Do you think this is normal?" to friends with babies or a best friend that is a Labor and Delivery nurse.
Milestones: Ryan being able to finally feel him move was the best. He was beyond excited about it...that and hitting that half way mark!!!

Friday, November 19, 2010

It's a...


How far along? 19 Weeks

Total weight gain: 7-8

Maternity clothes? Nope!

Sleep: It's finally getting a little awkward. I woke up on my belly a couple times this week. I will absolutely miss it.

Best moment this week: Finding out the gender!!!

Movement: More and more each day!

Gender: It's a BOY!! Wyatt Hudson Davis

Labor Signs: Ew, no. Stay away until April.

Belly Button in or out? In. I will be thrilled if it never pops.

Cravings: Still none.

What I miss: Sleeping throughout the night with no potty breaks.

Weekly Wisdom: Consistency is best...meaning for me, don't participate in work birthday parties where tons of different food is available. Even if you eat in a tiny amounts. Stick to what you know.

Milestones: Finding out we will be having a son!

Today is November 19th, 2010. I turned 25 years old this morning. I am 19 weeks pregnant. I find out I am going to be a mommy to a little boy this afternoon. This evening I shared with my family and 4 best friends. It has been a wonderful day!

Ryan and I knew we had a big day ahead of us. We would be finding out if we were having a little boy or girl come April. We just knew it was going to a little girl. Would have basically bet money on it- that's how convinced we were. We know the girl who does the ultrasounds and she is awesome! We really like Elizabeth (and wish her well on her upcoming wedding and marriage!). She makes us feel very comfortable and we just knew she was going to tell us girl. I had already prepared myself for the news. Not that I was going to be upset it wasn't a boy, more of a "bummer" which would last all of 2 seconds. Everyone says, "As long as it's healthy..." blah, blah, blah. Well of course...who hopes for anything but healthy babies?! I just had a preference of what I wanted our first born to be and I was free to express it. (Side note: I hate to be wrong, but this was the one time I was actually going to be okay with it!!) As soon as that precious baby popped up on the screen I fell in love all over again. But then! Then she told us that it was a BOY! I immediately looked at Ryan and a few OMGs were shared and we actually high fived (which is really no surprise if you know us). Yes, we are corny and even took it to the next level. We are "air high-fivers." Meaning we never touch when we give high-fives. But was special. So special in fact that we touched during our high five. It was the overwhelming excitement. It was out of our control, but it's just what we do.

I never thought my first born would be a little boy...exactly what I wanted. We joked waiting for our doctor to come in about it. Ryan said that God isn't really helping his plan of getting me off that track. (The one that leads right to Sarahgetswhatshewantsalllthetimeville.) What can I say? I have been blessed beyond any measure. I will never take my life and the things placed in it for granted.

Other good news? My due date even got moved up!! We initally started at April 16, then April 11 with the first u/s, and now we are looking at April 9!! Our doctor told me depending on how naturally I wanted this pregnancy to be (very) we would see how I progress but he wouldn't let me go past April 18. I told Ryan Monday night at dinner than my guess for Wyatt's arrival would be April 8. Maybe I will be right!

I love, love, love calling our precious little boy by his name. Wyatt. *Sigh* I could sit there and say his name over and over. I feel like he has a real identity now. Wyatt is going to be everything that we have dreamed, hoped, and prayed for. I look forward to raising this perfect little boy. The little boy that we are convinced is going to have fire red hair, a knock out smile, and a personality that no one can come close to touching. I pray that he has his mommy's indepence, determination, self-control, no-bs attitude and his daddy's loving demeanor, carefree spirit, level-headedness and both of our love for water and the outdoors. If we don't have an outdoorsy water baby, I'm not sure what we will do. Let's just say next summer we will be spending a lot of time at my parent's in their pool getting him well acquainted!

I thank God each and everyday about this precious gift he is giving us. Wyatt will experience an immense amount of love from all the wonderful people in his life. I cannot wait!

Dear Wyatt,

You are no longer the mystery baby we have been so curious about. You are not only our first born, but our son. Your mommy and daddy know just how lucky we truly are to have you entering our lives in just a few short months. We hope to give you everything that you need and most of what you want. We will try our very best to not have a spoiled rotten boy, but if it does happen, we can just blame the grandparents! I look forward to meeting you more and more each day. We love you more today than we did yesterday, but less than we will tomorrow.


Mommy and Daddy
Our precious baby, Wyatt Hudson:

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Rag Wreath

I embarked on a craft project to pass my Tuesday night. Ryan had a meeting for work and so I was left with a few extra hours with nothing really to do. This was unacceptable since it was going to make my evening drag on. My goal this week was to have something occupy me each evening that way the week would seem to fly by. So far so good!

I had a little help from Marley Phoenix...if you could call it that. I am convinced that Marley knows there is a baby is my tummy. I think animals have it in them to detect these sorts of things. I mean, they can detect when you are happy or sad so surely they can sense a baby in the womb. Maybe I am foolish and just want to include our "first born" with this pregnancy as well. Marley is a daddy's boy. Which, truth be told, upset me at first. He was my baby. I had Marley a little more than a month when I met Ryan and he was my child, my love, the one things I truly adored, and I was bound and determined to make him a spectacular dog. Little did I know, he already had it in him. My precious little boy instantly became Ryan's baby. I was crushed at first but remembered how lovable Ryan is so I gradually became okay with it. Well, that and the fact that Ryan told me he never liked little dogs, but Marley had won him over. The two are inseparable...However, Marley seems to love his mommy a lot more now days. He curls up with me and lays his head on my tummy. This sudden desire to want to be near me is the very reason I think he knows he is about to lose to spotlight. I feel bad for him...he has no idea what is coming. I'm a little worried that he will be put to the side once the baby arrives, but I am bound and determined to make sure he still feels loved. I think this will be great practice for the hubs and I and spreading our love over two children, which will hopefully be three soon enough. Here is my lovely helping momma with my rag wreath. Notice how focused he is...
See, he wanted to be closer to the middle of everything...which is something he never does. The shocker was the Ryan was even home when this happened! (Yes, the wrag wreath proved to be a little more time consuming and I had to finish tonight.)

Here is my finished project! I am so proud of it! I needed a Christmas wreath, but also wanted to make one. Our big tree is red, black, and silver and even though this is going outside I wanted it to match. OCD much? Yes, I think so.

I used 5 different fabrics that I picked out from Hobby Lobby and bought a wire wreath. I cut up all the fabrice into 1/2 inch X 6 inch and began tying on all the fabric until it was full. It was so simple and I got a lovely wreath for less than 20 bucks. Go me. Ryan was a little skeptical when he first came home and as my progress...of took a total of 4 hours to complete my wreath and when he saw it it was looking puny. But now it's full and pretty and he loves it as much as I do. Have a little faith at times Bunney, geez!

We have just 2 more days until we know what we are having!!! I cannot wait!! Tomorrow I am having my birthday party at work and then Ryan and I are cooking dinner for my parents. My plan of assisting the week in flying by has been a success. See what a little planning will do?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Big Week Ahead

It’s Monday. Finally. I can honestly say that I haven’t looked forward to a Monday since March when it was the week of our wedding. I feel like I have had so many things happen to me within the past two years. Friday, my 25th birthday, marks the two year anniversary of Ryan and I meeting and beginning our whirlwind courtship. We were inseparable from that night and 7 months later we were engaged…9 months after that married, 2 months later honeymooned in Alaska, and 2 months after that conceived our first child. My birthday this year is monumental. I am turning the big two-five and---AND we are finding out if we are going to have a son or daughter. This is huge and by far the best birthday present I think I’ve ever received. (Well, aside from my husband that we like to joke was my 23rd birthday present.) Up until last week it was always “a boy or a girl” and now it’s “a son or daughter.” Reality pretty much set in at that point when I realized that it’s so much more than a boy or girl. It still blows my mind that we are having a baby (and soon). Saturday morning while we were lying in bed about to start our day I started to feel the baby kicking. Not too much longer and Ryan will be able to feel it too, but at that time he will be able to refer to him or her as Wyatt or Talulah. I am beyond thrilled to be referring to the baby by its actual name. It will seem even more real at that point. I’ve held off completely on buying anything and the itch to burn through money like it’s going out of style is getting the best of me. It will probably be best that Ryan doesn’t see any of the bank statement reflecting this upcoming weekend’s purchases. (Thank goodness I am the finance person in our duo.) With that little word, duo, I am taken back that we are a soon to a trio. Ryan and I both knew we wanted to be parents, but reality is beginning to set it. For example, driving down the road we discuss what it will be like in a few months when we have a car seat in the back and a little sleeping baby (I’m quite the optimist, right?). I’m ready for the lugging around of the diaper bag, the entertainment we have to tote everywhere, and all the “awww” moments. I’m ready for parenthood and so is Ryan. That’s not to say that we aren’t absolutely petrified beyond any measurable amount because we are. I am full of fear that I won’t reach the expectations that I have set for myself. Yes, like any other mom-to-be, I want to be super mom- the one who looks perfectly put together even on crummy days, the one who always knows what their child wants, the one who can multi-task and always have a hot meal on the table waiting for my husband to get home, the woman that my husband did marry. With all that said I have always been the realist. I know that I am going to fail at things, but as long as I have a husband who is supportive and reminds me that I’m doing the best I can that’s all I need. Ryan is a great husband and I look forward to seeing what type of father he will be. So, with all that said let’s hope for a quick week and that Friday evening approaches quickly so we can share with not only our family and my closest friends, but everyone!

Saturday, November 13, 2010

18 Weeks

How far along? 18 weeks, 1 day

Total weight gain: 7-8 depending on the day

Maternity clothes? Nope!

Sleep: Sleeping fine but still managing 2-3 potty breaks a night.

Best moment this week: Getting asked when I'm going to start showing. Yes, that's sad I know...But my fear being pregnant was that I would blow up and so far I haven't. I'm pretty positive this will happen in month 8.

Movement: This morning 3 times... I adore it.

Gender: Still thinking girl! 6 more days until we know for sure!

Labor Signs: Thankfully, no still.

Belly Button in or out? In. I will be thrilled if it never pops.

Cravings: None...I'm boring.

What I miss: My normal size boobs. A cup increase every 8-10 weeks is pretty scary.

Weekly Wisdom: Always have snacks with you...starving is never good and doesn't make for happy people around you.
Milestones: Finally getting to wear my Bella Band! It was only with my work pants but still, I'm growing!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010


I feel like there is so much “newness” surrounding me and my ever growing family.

Sunday my in-laws came over to help Ryan cut down the cedar trees that consumed our front and back yard. We had already removed one of those disgusting (but deliciously smelling) trees earlier in the year and had decided to tackle the others Sunday. I say “we” like I really participated in this endeavor. I like to think that I supervised, and by that I mean I stood around watching trees fall and limbs being picked up by my family. I was the savior of the day however since I was the one who fetched water and went to pick up lunch. I like to think they wouldn’t have made it without me. Me and my pregnant booty were done however once I ate lunch…it was time for a nap and I woke up at the perfect time since they were finished. Now, however, they are massive logs that are in our yard and they look pitiful. I feel pitiful. I feel like my house looks pitiful. They are supposed to be gone by the end of the week and we can start working on our expanding yard. It’s so exciting knowing that we will have an even bigger and greener yard now.

Also on Sunday our washing machine decided to die. RIP dear washer, you were awesome while you lasted. (Which, by the way, was forever.) The washing machine and dryer that Ryan bought with the house were awesome. They were old, sturdy, and could wash and dry clothes in an instant. They just don’t make washer and dryers like they use to. Today, we went and got us a new washer/dryer set and were fascinated by its gadgets. We’re lame, we know. We stood there watching the laundry do its thing…until I felt I was about to die because of hunger. Up until that moment though we were having fun. With our washing machine dying we also tore up the carpet in the laundry room and will be replacing it this coming weekend. I love and hate these little house repairs that we are doing. I love it because it’s new and fun and something we are doing together. I hate it because it’s time consuming and costs money. I know that in the long (short) run it will be well worth it. Ryan and I hope to sell our house and start building our lovely home in the beginning of 2012. I am very thankful and consider myself lucky to own our home- our first home. We plan to live in our dream home the rest of our lives, so I can’t wait to look back and remember this first home…This is the home that Ryan proposed to me in, the one I moved in and we did the whole “sorting” of things, the one where he carried me over the threshold on our wedding night, the one where we have had our first (but definitely not last) knock-down drag out battles, the one where we grew closer together, and the one where we will bring our first born child to. I will admit that I had a break down Sunday, when “my house was falling apart” and yes, I went crying to my parents. I’m a loser at times I know, but they’re my parents. They’re the ones that bring me back to reality every single time. They reassured me that my house wasn’t falling apart, that everything would be fine, and that I should be thankful that I even have a home. See, sometimes I just need that…and sometimes it’s not from my husband. As I type that I realize it sounds cold, but let me clarify. Ryan is a great provider and always puts me first no matter what. He always has my best interest in mind and will go above and beyond to make me happy and that’s something that I sometimes take for granted. Sometimes I think he’s “just saying it to make me feel better” when in reality that’s far from it…he’s just telling me the truth. Things will always be okay with us no matter what we encounter because we have each other and for that I am a million times thankful for. So, yes, I am a stubborn spoiled girl and sometimes need my parents to bring me back down. ( I joke that it’s their duty since they set the bar!) I returned home with little Marley and realized everything was going to be okay. That, and I also was reminded that if I weren’t pregnant and hormonal that I probably would have rolled my eyes, laughed, and been like “whatever” at my trashy yard, broken washing machine, etc. So my new washer/dryer set is fantastic and I am in much better spirits now…okay, okay. It’s not only the appliances that have me feeling great, it’s also the fact that I got my birthday present early!!!

Behold this pretty piece of jewelry!! My husband rocks! Did I mention that? Just a little newness for my bare right hand and for my 25th year on this crazy Earth. Yes, he did awesome and got my number one pick off my wish list at Leann's!!

Oh---and Momma got a "Mom-do." Crap.

Monday, November 8, 2010

That girl

It's official. I'm "that girl." Which girl? The one that dances while pregnant.

Eeek! Yes, I danced...while front of a social setting...with a belly. Okay, okay. I made it sound excruciatingly dramatic just then.

Ryan and I went to the River Valley Ducks Unlimited Banquet Saturday night and had a lot of fun. I was a little upset that I was going with 3 guys, but I do very well hanging with the boys. I mean, what could be more fun than hanging out with guys who once they start drinking start reverting back to the 9th grade? Admittedly (shamefully)I was laughing and almost encouraging this behavior. What can I say? Every now and then it's just fun to be immature with good company. I appreciated it a little more being the Sober Sally.

When we were getting ready for the banquet I told Ryan I was ready to get my dance on. He looked at me a little puzzled and even asked, "Pinky?" Now Ryan knows about my love for dancing, but while pregnant? This could be interesting. I had no desire (yeah. right.) to do any dancing this night, but it was so tempting. Now, before people are like seriously? She danced? I will be the first to declare that I was "that girl." The one that thinks I could bust out my "night at the 40" or "I've had a ton of tequila" moves. Yes, I will dance sober because I love it that much, but it's just so much more fun when I've had even one drink. And the stamina I have while dancing is outrageous. I love it and I miss it. Dearly. Here is where I don't feel that lame (trashy) for dancing while pregnant is that it was to the Cupid Shuffle and after someone asked me to come do it with them. I was not the instigator. I had a little bit too much fun during those few minutes of "getting my groove on." I'm pretty positive no one knew I was pregnant, unless they really knew-knew me. For in my dress I wore I just looked like a chunky-butt. I could have really dropped it like it's hott if I wanted too. ESPECIALLY when Imma Be came on. A wave of sadness hit me as I exited the dance floor and "my jam" was coming on. This was the song that me and my girls started dancing to at my reception. I was sad that they weren't there to enjoy it with me and I was sad I wouldn't get to be really dancing to it. Side note: I (surely to my husband's embarrassment) did a little fist pumping during the song while standing next to him. Why? Because I'm funny and dorky and really just didn't care. I was basking in my glory days for a split second...

I am so ready to meet this baby in my stomach. And reason 5,289 is that I'm ready to dance and not feel foolish again!! Mommy and baby will have lots of dance sessions in our future. I vow, right this minute, to be very PG. For his or her sake.

Here we are at 17 weeks, 1 day:

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thankful Thursday

My husband:

I am more than thankful for Ryan, or Bunney, than words could even begin to describe. He loves me on my good day and he loves me even more on my bad days. That's what a spouse is suppose to do. I knew within weeks of meeting him (almost two years ago) that I would be spending the rest of my life with him. It's so strange how that ends up happening...It is almost guaranteed that if someone were to spend the day with us they would automatically think that Ryan and I despised each other. Why? We love to pick at each other and annoy each other more than anything. We will say the meanest, funniest things to each other and it is absolutely with no harm. It's just the way we work. We, now, always joke that we are going to have to straighten up a bit when the baby comes because we like to at least give the impression that we love each other.

My marriage:

I love my marriage. It wasn't quite what I had expected. I guess everyone has their own opinions of how a marriage should be. What Ryan and I do works. For us...and that's all that matters. I love married life more than I ever though that I would. It is the absolute best feeling knowing that someone loves you no matter what. That they are going to be there through all your ups and downs and are going to be there to pick you up when you are feeling down. I've been married for almsot 8 months and it has been a blissful 8 months at that.

My (our) baby:

I have been blessed even more than I could imagine by the little baby that is growing inside of me. I knew I wanted to be a mother. I knew that when the time was right, it would happen. I believe He has a plan for everyone and had a fantastic one for me and mine. I got pregnant within 4 months of trying. It was the best feeling knowing that we had created something so precious and it would forever be our number one priority. I cannot wait to find out if it's a little boy or little girl, which will be in just 15 days! I am so excited to become a mother and so, so thankful that I have been given the opportunity.

My family:

I have been blessed with an amazing family. One that has showered me with nothing but love for as long as I can remember. I am so excited to see them with our child. I love my family and know that there is nothing they wouldn't give me. They love my husband like he is their own. I look forward to next Spring when we all get to meet Baby Davis and the spoiling can really begin. I can't wait to see my brother be an uncle and see how he interacts with it. Mimi and Papaw will have to be splitting up time between Marley and the baby...Uh-oh!!

My Besties:

I have fabulous friends! These 4 girls are my go-to girls. We have been friends since grade school and will continue to be for our lives. We have seen each other's ups and downs and been there through all the laughter and tears. I know they will be there at the drop of a hat. In fact, when I was sick at home yesterday, Susan (far left) and Haley (far Right) both asked if they could bring me something. I live outside of town and in no general direction of anything so they would definitely be going out of their way to bring me some soup or whatever I needed. See, great friends. I can't wait until they get to meet our baby as well. Baby Davis is going to have lots of Aunties!! What I also can't wait for is the day that we all have little babies running around and having wonderful play dates! (and yes, I posted a pic to remind me of what I hope to look like post-baby. I mean, hello? I have a wedding to be in next year! Can't wait Haley!)

I love November---a ton of great things take place. I especially love Thanksgiving because it reminds us of what we should be thankful for. Every Thursday in November I plan to share a few things I am thankful for. It makes me realize just how blessed I truly am.
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