The BIG road trip.

Since I'm not the smartest person in the world, I decided to take a road trip alone. With a baby. And a dog. From South Carolina to Louisiana. Not smrt.

We started off the weekend in Atlanta to celebrate SJ's third happy day. How the balls is she three already?! We somehow survived the first leg of drive down there. We stopped once to eat, poop, and rearrange.

After the weekend, we headed West to LA. It took a good 9 hours to get there, with a stop at each state line rest area. Charlie did amazing... until Vicksburg, where he decided he did not want to get back in his carseat. So he then proceeded to scream the rest of the 100 miles to Hometown.

We stayed for a little over a week, celebrated Mother's Day, and then went to Mississippi to see Meme. We eventually made it back to Atlanta, and then back home, not a moment too soon. A now, a pictorial...

 

My road trip buddies. 

Atlanta. 

All dressed up in big boy clothes for Rah Rah's party!

 Rah Rah taking a bow after we sang Happy Birthday to her. 

 

Sweet sleeper. 

 Charlie got to meet his great great Aunt Daisy! She's the original Charlie's big sister.

He also got to meet his special Aunt Lala (Fertile Myrtle). 

 Plenty of back porch sitting in Hometown for these boys. 

 Daddy was out of the country, so we sent lots of selfies to him.

 Pa, Daddy, and Charlie hanging out.

 No, Mommy. I will NOT smile. 

 Papa and Charlie chatting.

 Uncle Ryan and Michelle. 

 Me and my boys!

Showered.

This has been a very long weekend! I left Charlotte on Thursday for Atlanta to spent the evening with Carly, Frank, and SJ. Every time I see Sarah she's grown up more. I'm happy they're in Atlanta, but we haven't seen them any more than we did when they were in Houston! This must change. Once I'm done with work and Baby G gets here, I plan on making it down there more often. There's a saying that cousins are our first best friends, and that was certainly the case in my family. I think history needs to repeat itself.

After Atlanta, I headed to Philadelphia, MS, to host a Tupperware party for Bob's mom. Boy, do her friends love them some Tupperware! From there, I came on over to Hometown yesterday, and was honored with a fabulous baby shower today. My friends Lacey and Katherine are amazing and did a fantastic job. I loved every single thing from the invites, to the diaper cake, to the favors (cookies), and of course, the obligatory petit fours from Trainas. I'll post pics once my official photographer (Kat) sends me the pics.

Baby G got so many cute things. He got an amazing handmade blanket from a family friend, lots of clothes, including some Duke gear (his dad will be pumped), and several pairs of shoes/socks. This kid is set, at least for the first 3 months of life.

I still have two more showers to go... My friends are certainly amazing women!

11 weeks!!

So. Here we are. Blogging from our new house!

A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Hometown for a birthday party, but mainly to tell my family I was expecting. They took it.... well. I told my Daddy at the airport when he picked me up. I wasn't sure I could keep quiet the 30 minutes from the airport back home. So he found out in the parking lot of the Monroe Regional Airport. He cried and giggled for about 5 minutes before he could compose himself enough to take the car out of Park.

From there, we went to my g'rents house, where I told them. My gma, a pretty calm lady, handled the news with a simple "congrats." I thought that was a smidge strange given her neeeeed for a "great grandbaby." Well, turns out, I shocked her into silence. Her later and continued excitement has been nothing short of ridiculous. I love it.

I was also able to tell my two best friends in Hometown. They are two very important people, and I wanted to tell them in person. So Fertile Myrtle and Kat are both stupid excited as well.

I go back for my 12 week ultrasound and bloodwork on Thursday. I am very nervous and excited. I'll be going alone since Bob has to work. I keep thinking, what if something has happened. But then I throw up again or someone hugs me and kills my boobs. Those are not so gentle reminders that I still have symptoms of pregnancy.

As I think I have stated before, I am scared shitless of miscarriage. The wife of one of Bob's friends had one last month, at 8 weeks. She's had a long hard year, losing her first baby last year during childbirth due to her dumbass doctor. And now losing her second after 8 weeks. I cry for her daily. I cry for her and pray for both of us.

Myrtle.

One of my very best friends, Fertile Myrtle, reminded me today of her pregnancies. She has two adorable little guys (my "nephews") and she has not had one single bit of trouble conceiving. She got off the pill and was pregnant before she even had a period. Twice. Bitch. Kidding. Kinda.

It was so easy for Myrtle, but I have other friends who spent years trying, miscarrying, and trying again. The thought of a miscarriage scares the crap out of me, which is why no one will know I'm pregnant until the 12 weeks mark AT THE EARLIEST. As I get older, the threat scares me even more.

I'm also afraid of the possibility of multiples. I'm going to be an old(er) mom AND twins run in my family. Yikes. Not that I wouldn't love to have two babies, it's just that my body won't like me if I try to carry two babies at once. I have a whole host of health issues that will be complicated by twins. Hell, they'll be more complicated with ONE baby at a time.