4 Jobs I've had (in no particular order):
The following are jobs I lasted less than two months at:
1. Pizza maker at Papa Aldos (6 weeks)
2. Shoe salesman at Sears (6 weeks)
3. Cleaner person on BYU campus (I don't even think I showed up to work on my first day)
4. Advertisement sales company (1 week)

4 Movies I watch over and over:
In no particular order:
1. Alice in Wonderland
2. Dumb & Dumber
3. Tommy Boy
4. Shag

4 Places I have lived:
1. Portland, Oregon
2. Utah
3. South Africa
4. And currently, Florida

4 TV shows I watch
1. The Office
That's about all. I refused to get our cable hooked up until April 10th (when the new Office episode comes on!)

4 Places I have been
1. Ghana(-ria)
2. Switzerland
3. Italy
4. England

4 People who e-mail me regularly
1. Kamie
2. Ashley
3. Tawnee
4. Spam

4 Favorite things to eat
1. Sushi
2. Edemames
3. Pita bread and hummus
4. Barbeque sauce

4 Places I'd rather be
1. The Carribean
2. In the hospital giving birth already
3. Provo Canyon running to my favorite music
4. Australia

4 People to tag
1. Kari
2. Ashley
3. Melanie
4. Rozalyn

Beer Gut Baby

The reason I've put off posting pictures of my growing belly (and everything else) is because something about documenting my road to obesity makes me cranky. I don't even want to think about how huge I'm going to be in five more months, but I have this feeling that Warren is going to hear much more complaining.

Anyway, here I am at 18 and 20 weeks. I'll probably hold off posting anymore pictures of my belly until Baby T is a year old and I've run at least two more marathons.

Making my mother proud

It's amazing what hunger will motivate a person to do. Last night was another one of those nights when I thought I was going to starve to death. So, this morning I decided to listen to my mother and Open. A. Cookbook. And, I did. Not only did I finally take the plastic seal off one of the cookbooks I got for my wedding, but I actually read a recipe. Then (Mom, don't pass out) I went the grocery store to buy the ingredients for the ranch chicken dish that I might bake tonight.

Do you know how much food is in a grocery store if you walk down every isle? I almost got light-headed. There were so many foods I had forgotten about: cornbread, chili, rolls, popsicles, salmon, olives, stuffing, spaggetti Os, pork chops. It took me nearly two hours just to take it all in. There I was, in Wal-Mart, in my pajamas, unshowered with stains all over my t-shirt, trying unsuccessfully to manuver an entirely full grocery cart through the isles, and I couldn't have been happier.

WE. HAVE. FOOD.

Not only that, but I promised Warren I would try to cook dinner for the next week, since he has a friend in town from South Africa and I want to pretend I'm not a failure of a wife for at least 5 days.

Obsess much?

For the past week I've been freaking myself out over the possibility of something going wrong with the baby. In fact, I'm almost to the point of grounding myself from the Internet so I force myself to stay away from medical articles. If there were something wrong, would the sonogram technician have told me when I went in at 17.5 weeks? Would my doctor have called me by now? I just spent the past hour comparing abnormal ultrasound pictures online with those of my baby to see if I could "diagnose" anything. Is that normal? Is it true that the mood of the mother will affect the mood of the baby? Will I make my kid neurotic?

It's a...

This morning Warren and I went to have 4d fetal photos taken of our baby and found out we're having a girl! She moves and flips and Riverdances on the walls of my uterus.

We're so proud.

Still new to the whole pregnancy thing...

This morning I had my 17 week appointment (oh, I'm still pregnant, by the way). Now, I don't go to the doctor's very often (usually I freak out and head straight for the emergency room), but don't the nurses usually call you back using just your first name? Today, as I'm waiting for my name to be called, I hear, "Katie, why don't you come back here and pee."

At first I thought, "Wow, that was considerate, how did she know I had to use the bathroom?" But as I walked into the bathroom I started to think that maybe I was supposed to give her something. Not knowing what to do, I stood there for a good two minutes trying to decide if I should use the toilet like I normally do, or if I should use the cup. But then, what if I wasn't supposed to give her my pee and it created a very awkward moment? Am I supposed to pee in a cup every time I go to the doctor's? That seems a little over-the-top, don't you think? Can't she tell by all my white, intact teeth that I don't use narcotics?

Now they want more blood. What is it with these people? I'm already having a baby, leave me alone.

Tagged

I don't understand exactly how this "tag" thing works. Apparently, I just write interesting facts about myself and then tell other people to do the same, right? Well, I like to tell other people what to do, so here goes:


1. 10 years ago I was: Awesome. And bulimic. And 12 pounds lighter.

2. 5 things on my “to-do” list today: Yeah, okay.

3. Things I would do if I became a billionaire: Oh, that's easy. First, I would convert everything into pennies and nickles, then I would build a huge tower in the center of town, then I would fill it up with all my pennies and nickles, and then I would swim in all my money like Uncle Scrooge from Ducktales. Yes, I've always wanted to do that.

4. 3 of my bad habits: I probably weigh myself more than I should. But other than that, I think I'm pretty much perfect. Thank you.

5. 5 Places I have lived: Earth, in a house, close by, far away, and far far away.

6. 5 Jobs I have had: Babysitter, Office Depot (yesterday, today, tomorrow...that's for you Melanie and Roz), Lexington Law Firm, Investools, Edward Jones.

7. Something most people don’t know about me: My right thigh is about an inch bigger than my left.

And I tag: The whole wide world.