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It definitely appears as though there's a baby growing in my belly or else I've really done some damage on all my Easter candy.

I have graduated to the belly band this week simply because it's way more comfortable to just let it all hang out.  I'm still able to button my pants, but sitting down is less than cozy and after eating a full meal I can just forget about it.  I always think about that commercial where the slender, sexy woman slinks into the elevator and as soon as the elevator door shuts she lets her gut bust out of those tight fitting pants.  That's pretty much how I feel in my jeans, so the belly band is my savior.

I'm actually almost 13 weeks - Thursday is my turn day.  I believe I began using the belly band around 13 weeks with Evan as well.  But the difference is that I gained more weight in my first trimester with him than I have this time.  I can't say that I've been making extremely healthy food choices this time, but running after a toddler all day has its impact.

I thought I was pretty much out of the woods as far as nausea goes, but I had a pretty vicious episode this morning for whatever reason.  The past couple of weeks I have felt a lot better, but I guess my hormones aren't done with me yet.  Hurry up second trimester!!!

And because I can't contain my excitement I need to note that my brother, Tim, and his wife will find out the sex of their new baby tomorrow!!!  I can't wait to hear the news.  I'd love for them to have a boy.

YAY! You're Engaged!

Getting that phone call to hear a good friend say, "I'm engaged!" is always exciting.  But I've never been more excited than I am for my friends, Amanda and Scott.  It's been a long time coming, but I know a little something about that.

It's been a running joke for the past three to four years that Scott would never wait as long as Robert did ( five years ) to finally propose.  I believe his exact words were "someone better give me a swift kick in the ass if I ever wait as long as Robert did."  Well, buddy, you surpassed him by about three weeks!  So we have three weeks of ammunition that you will deservingly have to endure on our vacation in July.  A little smack talking has never hurt anybody.

I'm already dreaming up lavish wedding plans and looking forward to sharing such a special day with one of my best friends.  Congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Whittamore.  I love y'all to pieces!  Now jump on the turbo train and make a baby while you're at it!  :)

Easter Egg Hunt

The term hunt is used very loosely here because I had to strategically place the eggs in plain view.  Otherwise I would've been doing the hunting.  This was more of an Easter egg collection and it took no instruction for Evan to start gathering.  Let's just say if this was his job he'd be a top performer.

He was on a mission to gather all the eggs and get every single one in the basket.  He manged to do this successfully, but once finished needed a new task to tackle.   He pretty much lives by the what goes in, must come out philosophy so the collection quickly went into reverse.  And out went all the eggs. 

At one point Evan's OCD started kicking in and he became extremely annoyed with the grass sticking to his feet.  We had to stop all activity and brush his feet off before he would go on.  I had to eventually gather up all his eggs in his basket and demonstrate how to carry the basket on his arm.  Not so successful on that front, but at least I managed to get him inside.  I bribed him with jelly beans and milk.  I know - disgusting combo - but he totally went for it.  Just playing on his weaknesses.