Happy Birthday, Nose

Today is the four year anniversary of my rhinoplasty. I celebrated with heartburn.

Kudos to Dr. Berg of Orem Cosmetic Surgery for my fabulous new nose(http://www.drberg.info/dr.html).

Before


After

Florida is made of awesome.

I love Florida. Today Warren and I went to church for the first time since we moved and everyone was so excited to meet us. I've never been so welcomed into a new ward. I even stayed ALL THREE HOURS...willingly! That hasn't happened since about 1995, and even then it wasn't willingly. I even enjoyed Relief Society, probably because when the Relief Society Pres. introduced me (which I allowed!) she said, "Katie is also expecting, and because she's so tiny you can already see a little bump." She called me tiny! I love her. Plus, because Warren is from South Africa we were pretty much superstars.

After church we took a walk around our neighborhood and our neighbors were also delighted to meet us. Everyone was so friendly that I eventually asked Warren if we could cross the street to a side with no houses because I was tired of smiling. Not to mention the weather is perfect and I get to see my friend, The Sun, everyday!

I think I'm going to cry...

They should call it pukenancy.

These past couple weeks since I moved to Florida have been quite busy, what with the puking and all. I do love this baby, but COME ON.

Warren was thoughtful enough to take a few pictures before he held my hair back. Notice in the last picture you can see a little bit of Warren's thumb as he is holding my hair back WHILE he is taking a picture of my spew. That's love, people.

Waiting patiently for the vomit to find its way out of my stomach.

Oops! Just a little stomach acid.

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

It's coming!

Yes, that's what I'm talking about! What you're looking at here used to be pancakes and strawberries. Mmmmm boy.

Dishwashers

My husband is a conservation FREAK. While I admire his noble attempts to save the environment, sometimes I disagree with his radical approaches. Today we had an argument over the use of a dishwasher. He swears dishwashers suck up too much energy and water (which, is probably true), but I think dishes aren't clean until they have been properly sterilized in scorching temperatures. Plus, I'm lazy and I hate spending 20 minutes a night washing dishes by hand when I could spend five loading them into the dishwasher.

What does everyone else think? Keep in mind that Warren also hates cantalope and watermelon, so he is a bit crazy. I'm posting this on my other blog as well, so if you feel strongly FOR the use of dishwashers please feel free to vote twice. I'm really campaigning to win this argument. www.undomesticicequeens.blogspot.com

I should mention that Warren does the dishes himself because he feels so strongly about not using the dishwasher.

What do ya

A shout out to Blimpie subs

I like to show gratitude where appropriate, which is why I felt compelled to express my appreciation to Blimpie subs this morning with the following e-mail.

"Dear Blimpies,

I wanted to send you a quick note to say thank you for existing. I am about three months pregnant and ALL I crave are Blimpie subs (well, that and shredded wheat, but that's completely unrelated). I want to eat Blimpie for lunch, dinner, bedtime snack, midnight snack and at 3am. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you Blimpie for having a store two miles from my house and for your yummy special dressing. Oh, and your pickles...and cookies...and turkey. Mmmmm boy.

Much love,
KT"

I would have dedicated a song to them as well if I didn't think it would have been creepy.

Denial

Here it is, folks; proof that someone wasn't paying attention in the Pro-Creation Department. I went to the doctor to hear the heartbeat for the first time yesterday, and so I'm almost sure now this is the real deal. Although, the image on the screen looked more like a sea-horse and less like a baby. And, I might have had a teeny (not even worth mentioning, really) melt-down because I've already put on six pounds. There probably aren't a lot of new mothers who break down sobbing on their first appointment because of a little weight gain. I'm also guessing new mothers probably don't write "knocked up" on the Reason for Visit section of the addmitance form, either. BUT COME ON, I'M A LITTLE BIT HORMONAL AND HUNGRY AND THE STUPID DOCTOR'S OFFICE WAS NOT EQUIPT WITH A VENDING MACHINE. DON'T THEY KNOW PREGNANT WOMEN ARE HUNGRY?!

I'm going to need to find a new doctor...