Well this pregnancy seems to be flying by.  In a day (or two) I will be 16 weeks, and it is hard to "hide" the fact that we are expecting.  Not only am I starting to look pregnant, but if you hang out with me, especially at night, you would probably guess I am pregnant.  Right around bed time at night I start craving food, not healthy food either.  Those late night commercials for fast food are aimed at pregnant woman I am positive.  Spicy chicken nuggets at Wendy's, Big Mac at McDonalds, Jack n the Box…even if I normally don't like them they all sound good!  Those disgusting greasy fries with some thing else equally as bad for me sounds perfectly normal and delicious!  Yesterday I was at Costco and I had cravings for an everything bagel covered in cream cheese.  Well they didn't have everything, but they did have onion with 7 grain/seed.  I came home and had one right away, it was so yummy with cream cheese and ham, slightly warm.  I don't know that I have had a bagel since I left the credit union!  We also had pancakes for lunch the other day because after breakfast I decided pancakes sounded good.  Nathan had his with syrup and whipped cream.  I had mine with blueberries, cranberries, walnuts, topped with peanut butter and syrup…they were so good!  But can you say pregnancy cravings?

Our next appointment is right around the 18 week mark and then we can schedule our 20 week ultrasound.  GEEZ the half way mark is just around the corner.

So apparently my New Year's resolution wasn't to blog more because I haven't  at all.  What is going on?  Lauren is still growing like a weed, she is in a "big girl bed" that is really just her crib with one side taken off, but we did buy her bunk beds and we will set up the real big girl bed soon.  Just the top bunk with the side rails so she doesn't roll out of bed quite so much.  Not that she does it often, but when she does she gets up and plays for a while and then falls asleep on the floor.  If you go in she wakes up and crawls back into bed, but I would just like to know that she stays in bed.

What else?  July baby has names, but we aren't telling.  We have another appointment in a couple of weeks and then we can schedule our 20 week ultrasound.  ALREADY.  Geez time is going fast.  I haven't had too many pregnancy symptoms so far, but I do get a bit nauseous in the morning.

Carrot found a new home but came back a week later, but we think we are going to take him to Sydney's kennel because they have an adoption program through PetSmart.  Poor cat, but it is for the best.  He has been very elusive and quiet since returning home, but within an hour of being here Sydney was licking her legs (vet said could be allergies to the cat), and he was pulling out his fur…argh!

Looking forward to working on some projects around here.  Next is the tile in the Astoria room bathroom, complete with underfloor heat!  First to rip out the old tile on the floor, it has seen better days.

Also known as the , "I think I need a bigger stick" incident.

Lauren, Nathan and I were bundling into the car one chilly day when I looked up at the windshield and said, "What is that?"  Upon closer inspection it was a pile of crap on our windshield.  Not a figurative pile of crap, a literal pile of crap!  In our carport we have a few sheets of trellis up on the rafters and we think a neighborhood cat has been up there seeking shelter, and in this case, had done a sizeable crap which had then fallen through the trellis and onto the windshield.

Nathan spouting expletives takes off his gloves (to avoid getting crap on them I suppose),  gets out of the car and goes to the yard waste bin and snaps off a stick about the size of a pencil and walks towards the car as if perhaps he is going to fling the poo skyward and elsewhere.  He approaches the poo and pokes it with the stick which breaks and he looks dumbfounded at the stick as if to say, "I think I need a bigger stick" to; 1. loosen the poo that was not flingable because it was frozen solid, and 2. to avoid getting poo on any portion of him!

He returns with a large extension handled ice scraper with a broom on the other end.  He hacked hacked hacked at the poo, and the ice puck of poo finally flew off the windshield to who knows where and little chunks flew on top of the car.  To top it off he was hacking at it with so much force Nathan nearly put his hand in the remaining residue of poo on the windshield.  By this time I was laughing hysterically inside the car, trying not to wet myself.  I could barely hear him over my laughter, "It's NOT FUNNY!"

We pull out the driveway and start driving down the street and I can hear the little chunks of poo rolling down the roof of the car, I look  behind me and there is a car and I am just laughing with tears coming down my face thinking of the other driver going, "Is that car throwing frozen poo at us?"

So maybe not everyone will find it as hilarious as I did, but even now a week later I can barely contain myself when thinking about it!.  Frozen poo…nothing beats that!