So, it's been a while. My mandime and I moved to Las Vegas and it has been an adjustment. I started working at a cardiologist office full time. It's been a stressful learning experience to say the least. It is constantly busy and always keeps me on my toes, but I'm thankful to say that I am learning a lot. One of the things that I truly enjoy is getting to know the patients that I encounter. I get to show them that although I don't know them very well, I care for them deeply.
Another change to our lives is that we got a puppy. I can't believe after all the nagging and persistence that Forrest finally gave in. Forrest wasn't an animal hater, he was just firm in the fact that he didn't want to get a dog at a time in our lives when we couldn't stay at home with it. My rational? People do it literally everyday. What won him over is that some friends of ours got a dog and that gave him puppy fever and quadrupled mine. So we started our search. In the beginning it was leisurely perusing on craigslist, but with my infatuation with all things cute and furry I quickly became obsessed. I wasn't having much luck with the Las Vegas pool of pups. There were too many phoney ads stating that "Playboy" was 100% schnauzer and in great health. With the owners giving him a name like Playboy what's to trust? So, I set my searches little broader, like Arizona.
Long story short, we found our furry little soulmate. Her name is Indiana and she is the love of my life. We bought her in Arizona and on the four hour drive back home she did great. She nibbled on my fingers, cuddled, and slept. For the first few days all this little pup wanted to do was lay and sleep on my chest. If any of you know me, you should know that I am a HUGE cuddler. It breaks my heart that Forrest never wants to but I was over the moon happy about this little one sticking by my side for the first week or so.
Things have been going pretty great for our little family of 2.5. Indie graduated puppy training classes, she doesn't have as many accidents in the house, and she loves to play. The only really unfortunate thing is that she goes insane around tiny humans. Not midgets (I don't think), but children.
This is especially funny because in a few short months she will be forced to get used to being around a screaming tiny human.
That's right.
Little Kennedy is making an appearance this July! Remember how I said I'm horrible at this whole blogging thing? Well I'm already almost halfway through the pregnancy. I'm eighteen weeks today.
I guess to start off with this story I ought to mention that before we found out we were having a baby we were just about to buy plane tickets for a European adventure with our two friends. This made finding out a little bit bitter but a whole lot of sweet. We have since come to terms that we will just have to make it a priority to travel after baby comes. What I also should mention is that we got our sweet little puppy Indie so that myself and Forrest would not be as lonely and not as baby-hungry.
We got this fortune cookie two weeks before we found out that we were pregnant. I even took a picture of it and sent it to my mom saying "How funny is this! You never know!" Well it's true. You never do. What tipped us off is that I was obviously late. I just wrote it off as having been early the time before, so my bod 'twas balancing itself out. Wrong. We got pregnancy tests, but I wasn't getting my hopes up because I wasn't having symptoms and I just wasn't pregnant.
Then that night we were watching Saving Mr. Banks. A movie about the making of Mary Poppins. This subject already gets me a little weepy because Mary Poppins never fails to make me think of my Grammy, BUT out of the blue in the scene where Mr. Disney takes her to Disneyland I started hysterically crying. Like ugly crying. "I want a child that I can take to Disneyland," is all I could get out. Forrest informed me that I was acting crazy and that I needed to take a pregnancy test pronto.
The rest is history.
It was positive. We were shocked. We laughed. I cried.
This is our babe the length of a green olive at nine weeks
This is our babe the length of a peach at thirteen weeks
Next time: we find out the gender and we are also going to Hawaii for a BABYMOON!
