Happy Halloween!

For the first half of Halloween, I was a scarecrow along with all the other first grade teachers. My mentor teacher is the one in the glasses. She's #1! It was such a fun day. The kids looked awesome in their costumes, and the school even did a little parade. It was so fun.

After school, I transformed myself into a horrible, disgusting Nazi zombie. For those of you who don't know, there is this game... It's known as Zombies. I am not sure of the real name. I think it's connected to Call of Duty? Not important. What IS important is to know what a big deal this game is to my family. More specifically, the males of the family. Every one of the boys (including and maybe even mostly my father) plays this game. The females of the family all think it's a big joke and semi despise the game. In the game, soldiers (like my brave husband) try and fight Nazi zombies as well as zombie dogs who happen to be on fire. SO. I thought it would be funny if I dressed as a Nazi zombie and Karl wore his X Box headset/controller all night. And since the game includes fiery zombie dogs, we thought we would let Roscoe join in on the fun. Rest assured we aren't usually the 'dress up your dog' type.

Like Roscoe's flames? He may not look like he's having any fun, but he was super excited to be part of it. I'm serious.

My brother Mat dressed up as Elliot from E.T. with E.T. himself and Kaelin was the black swan. I was very impressed.

It was a very fun night. We got to spend time with family, eat candy, homemade chili, candy! But I must say... thank goodness it's over. Next stop... Christmas Town. (You may be thinking to yourself, "But Kacey. Thanksgiving comes before Christmas?" Well. Not in this house. They shall be combined!!)

Say What Now?

When Karl and I first decided we wanted to have a baby, I was beyond baby hungry. So much in fact that it seemed like everywhere I went I was taunted by women and their large pregnant bellies. I so badly wanted that to be me.

I am now 14 weeks (That's just over 3 months people... I always hated when people would answer me in weeks and not months when I asked how far along they were. But now I know every week counts! You can't say 3 months if you're 3 months and 1 week... please). I am just barely starting to show... and that's mostly when my stomach is also filled with food. Here at 14 weeks, I am still surrounded by pregnant women and their large pregnant bellies. Except now, their bellies seem extra large. Like- you've gotta be kidding- large. As in- no way my belly is going to be able to stretch that big- large! What I used to envy, I am now a little freaked out over. In fact, I was googling images of pregnant bellies to add to this post but I had to stop because it was really bothering me! So sorry... this is a picture-free post.

I like the idea of starting to show because it means I am really pregnant. I will really get to have a sweet little baby. However.... You've gotta be kidding me. I'm so nervous. I'm nervous that I'll never get my body back. Now I'm not saying that I have some super model body, but I like how capable my body is. I am strong and healthy and comfortable in this body. I think staying strong and healthy is important... but I guess comfort is something I will have to give up. At least for a little while.

I can't wait to have a baby and be a mother. But I think I can wait a little longer before I stretch so big it looks like I'm about to burst. Yikes. Here's to the second trimester.

A Big Weekend

I'll have you know the Vodka Pasta was a hit! I also made homemade ice cream and brownies for dessert. Call me butter because I'm on a roll!

PS... I'd like to point out that our baby is now the size of a peach. I've never even tasted a peach... But I've got a whole one inside of me! Sounds pretty good.

OOooooOOOoooo (spooky)

Warning: The following video contains scary stories that may not be suitable for wimps.

Have Yourself A Merry Little October?

My triumphant old lady costume

*Here is proof that I am trying! My simple home decorations....

Oh Fall...

Karl and I had always planned to wait until I had graduated to start having kids. It was really important to both of us that I got my degree. Knowing my family history, I knew pregnancy during school would not be simple. My mother was attached to an IV for 9 months and most of my aunts puked their guts out. I knew I would be no exception. The summer before my FINAL semester of school... Karl and I decided our plan was wrong. We knew it was time to start our family. By the end of that summer, we were expecting our first little one. When talking to my mom about how "we just knew this was the right time", I was laughed at. She remembered what was coming. Only a couple weeks into my last semester of school, student teaching full time, I was forced to remember. Oh ya. Morning sickness. No wait. All day-I'm sure this is how I die-sickness. I would give my mentor teacher a look of panic, run to the bathroom, throw up, then come back and continue teaching. After weeks of this, a desperate trip to Urgent Care was needed. I was put on an IV and given magical pills. Yes. Magical. Since now, a month later, I have yet to throw up. Cha-ching! Although I am still not myself, (don't you dare mention certain foods around me) I would consider myself 100x better.

Now that my nausea is under control, I think the hardest part has been not feeling like a slacker. You see, with a new thing making me gag each day, it has been impossible for me to cook meals or even do ordinary chores around the house. As soon as I get home, all I want to do is sleep. I realize this is 'normal'. But I don't like it. Nor does my filthy home.

Today I managed to do the dishes for the week. Hold your applause. I must say this weather has been slightly motivating to me. I love being able to leave my doors open and feel the cool air and listen to the sounds of our neighborhood. I would be lying if I said I haven't had Christmas music on non-stop too.

So I think I am learning about doing whatever works for right now. I am taking things one day at a time. I have now made it to October break and will have a week to relax! I'm well on my way to obtaining my degree and motherhood. Can I get a what-what!

We have ARRIVED

Need I say more?