And the winner is...

A little princess pie! We went to the doctor yesterday and found out we are having a sweet little girl! I am afraid that our little girl is going to be a shy one. The ultrasound tech had to sit there and rub the little thing on my tummy to try and get her to move her leg so we could actually see what she was. And then when we tried to get a picture of her cute little face she wasn't going to have any of it. She put her arm up over her head and turned her face to my back to hide. The little stinker! But, luckily, the tech didn't get all the measurements that she needed so we have to go back in 4 weeks and try again. Hopefully she will let her mamma see her little face next time around! I have been so busy looking for deals to buy stuff for our little girl and I must say, so far I have been pretty successful! I can't wait to get her here and dress her up in all sorts of fun outfits!!

Princess Pie...... Or a Star Athlete?

We are so excited to find out what our little babe will be. We get to officially find out on May 17th and Rian is counting down the days. Almost literally. We went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago and got to listen to the heartbeat. It was so much fun to be there and listen to it. Rian wasn't able to come to the first appointment and so he was super excited when he got to hear it. He wants a boy so bad. All he talks about is having a little buddy to play with. Sometimes I think that is exactly what he doesn't need! I don't really care either way. I just want to know so that I can start planning things. We have officially started buying diapers for our little one. And dang they are so expensive! Hopefully we can get our little one potty trained fast! Haha. I am starting to show and it doesn't look like I am pregnant. I definately look fat! It is awful! My clothes are starting to not fit anymore and I really don't want to go buy nasty prenant people stuff. So instead I try to use rubberbands to hold my pants shut because it's the next best thing I can think of. Rian thinks that it is funny and he tries to tell me that my fat stomach is cute. It doesn't ever make me feel better. Hopefully soon I will get past this stage. I am almost half way done though, and I must say so far it hasn't been too bad. My little babe just thinks that it is a good idea to sit on my sciatic nerve a lot so every once in a while I almost fall to the floor in pain. But that is something I would much rather handle than throwing up!! I'm just sayin!