I’ve always said that I didn’t think I’d get the physical signs of pregnancy as far as nausea and morning sickness, but that the emotional signs would surge when I least suspected it. It’s been happening so much lately. Sometimes, like when I’m at work, I can control it, but at home, that’s a different story. I was making dinner one night this week and husband was peppering me with questions and it was all I could do to tell him, I love you, please let me cook. And he did. Thank God. I’ve been more tired lately too. I’m usually asleep by 10, if not way earlier. I used to complain about Jefferson coming to bed super late, but with pregnancy, I’ve let that go. Fast forward to last night. I’d gone to bed early again, and I remember him saying something about finishing one last thing and then coming to bed right before I was in dreamland. Around midnight, I heard him banging (yes, banging!) on the walls in the bedroom. At first, I just asked him to stop. He said he kept hearing a noise and apparently banging scares it away? I don’t know. To me, it just sounded like a normal house creak whenever the A/C kicks in. More banging. I told him, to take his happy ass outside to investigate. He did, but not before arguing. I finally told him, it’s after midnight, I don’t want to argue. I want to sleep. thankyouverymuch. He went outside, where SURPRISE! He started banging on the windows/walls from the outside. OH HELL NO! STOP! When he came inside he was all pissed off, but are you fucking kidding me? NO NO and JUST NO! After midnight is not a reasonable hour to go fucking ghost hunting. It’s sleepy time. He said something about sleeping in the other room, as if I was going to back down. I told him, PLEASE DO! So he did, but not before doing more ghost hunting adventures on that side of the house. Apparently it was scarier over there, and he ended up retreating back to our bedroom and going to bed. I wish I was better at hiding my crazy, but mama needs sleepy.

I was just thinking about how “ready” I was for weight loss surgery. The last lingering feeling of self doubt was that I was going to do something so drastic and then still not be able to get pregnant. I remember meeting with the psychologist and voicing that doubt. It was my most genuine fear. I wasn’t worried about losing my boobs or my ass, or even the loose skin. I was worried that my body would still not get pregnant. She reassured me that it wasn’t a silly fear. And that if that was the case, would I still be happy just being healthy? I knew that I’d still have a feeling of loss, defeat, but that I did want to be healthy. I needed to stop the madness. I needed to love myself again.

When I tell people I’m pregnant, they love to tell me you lost all that weight and now you’re pregnant? Like it’s a bad thing, like it’s the worst thing ever. Even my mother-in-law….

“Are you ready to get fat?”

I cringe thinking about that now. I told her and I’m telling you all dear friends, I had surgery to be healthy, to rescue myself. I had surgery to be at a healthy weight prior to being pregnant. I wanted to have a non-high risk pregnancy. Being pregnant is so far my biggest NSV. PS, my boobs rock. They are off the chain!

My pizza face is getting better too. I went for simple glam today, liner only on top, rosy cheeks and my favorite purply/pink lipstick. That covergirl foundation rocks my socks. It stays on all day (even in my beloved hometown’s humidity) and isn’t completely matte. I got some much needed rest last night and I’m feeling awesome today. Basking in my pregnancy glow over here! As for the scale, I haven’t gained any weight. At first I was worried about that, but my mom/the books I’ve been reading reassured me that is entirely possible. Talking to Daisy in our pregnancy happiness is my favorite thing ever. I’m going to have to visit her so I can see it in person. you ladies !

I’m currently 8.5 weeks and things are swimming along nicely. I was only “sick” once and that was over the weekend after I noshed on some spicy pork rinds. I still love all of my food to be spicy/full of flavor. Well, until those rinds didn’t sit well with me. It wasn’t horrible, but I still think it won’t be. I keep thinking my smaller stomach is keeping me away from running to the bathroom, bush, etc. The nurse couldn’t verify that for me, but I’m thinking my theory is true. There have been a couple days where I just simply didn’t have time to eat, but never got sick.

The only real issue I have is pizza face. My face is dry in some places, like near my eyes and an oil well in others (my cheeks/chin). I’m sooooo not used to that. I’m trying a new foundation. The covergirl 3 in one liquid one. It’s covering my pizza face in a lovely way. My tried and true Revlon ColorStay for dry skin, what I was using before may have been contributing to my problem. We shall see.

Most days I just feel uber girly, feminine and it’s a feeling I’m trying to embrace. I’m normally a sassy pants, but I’ve been refraining from that. Earlier, one of my bosses said something that should have offended me but I just laughed it off because I knew he just said it in the most awkward way possible.

Jefferson has been awesome. He’s still steady nesting. He cleared out half the office to make room for a crib. If he knew the sex, he’d be painting already too. Speaking of the sex, I have some aunts visiting from California (to see my Lita) and one of them has 4 boys. She told me an old wives tale. If the age you conceive + the month you conceive is an odd number, it’s a boy. She said it was true for all of her boys. Scrumpets, has this been true for you? For me, it’d be a girl, since I probably conceived in April and I’m 32. I still really want a boy. I want a mini JJ Watt. Well, maybe not mini… LOL.

In other related news… I found out my brother/his new wife are expecting. Did I announce that? My brother (the 31 year old) got married 5/7. I found out the day of his wedding that I was expecting/told him. My parents were NOT as happy for him as they were for me, which sucks because this is definitely one of those memories that’s hard to erase/forget. I’m hoping that time can heal that wound. I know my brother is going to be an awesome Dad, and the cousins will be the same age. Yay!

I’ve been waiting to share our news. I wanted to see it at the doctors office first. We’re pregnant! Jefferson and I are super excited and I’m over the moon with joy. Mom and I went to the doctor this morning and I’m so glad I got to share the moment with her. She filmed it for me. I love hearing her voice on the video. It was a great albeit expensive visit. The doctor is predicting my due date to be January tenth. Since it’s so early my only real symptoms are sore breasts, fatigue, a bit of pizza face, smell aversion and peeing all the time. In other awesome news. Daisy is pregnant too! She’s a month ahead of me but it is truly awesome to be pregnant with your best friend. Video below. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oRv1sGcBerk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I was totally feeling it today. I went for smoky browns/golds and I’m loving it. Play with your makeup, ladies!

I think the hair is pretty banging as well. Big TX hair, it’s what I love!

Glossy lips for the win!

So while I’ve been climbing the ladder, husband lost his job at the end of January. It was definitely a pivotal moment in our marriage. I was definitely at times feeling neglected, unappreciated and undervalued with his previous position. I used to think about something like this happening and him finally realizing that I am one pretty awesome wife and not the nag he liked to think I was. I was supportive, but if I caught him on facebook while I was working, I definitely got annoyed. Like, um, sir…. can you get to job hunting and not playing around on facebook? In my defense, facebook would send me alerts every time he blew his nose on facebook. I don’t know how to turn that on/off from my phone other than turning facebook off, which I did. I’ll log out so it doesn’t constantly alert me to nonsense. Anywho, he finally came around and started paying more attn to me. He started doing things for me (making dinner, helping with laundry, grocery shopping, getting my car washed and recently tinted the windows on my car). It was beyond lovely. Some of the things I’d ask for  and some of the things he’d just do or offer to do for me. It definitely made the TTC mission easier. He was/is totally on board with that. Thankfully.

That’s not to say it wasn’t hard to get up every morning and go to work while he got to sleep in. That sucked. I’m glad we finally had a vacation together. We fight a whole lot less now. He’s not overly focused on work like he was. And I have some awesome co-workers that suggest companies/opportunities for him. I do love where I work. I love my job and I love how valued I feel at work. I definitely dress sexier for the office, but thankfully, I was validated by a mgr that’s known me since I started. He said I went from conservative to tasteful…. Husband said, of course he’s going to say that. He doesn’t want you to stop dressing sexy. LOL!

That’s another thing that changed with him losing his job. He was all of a sudden more aware of my actions, dress, and happenings in the office. It changed my marriage. I really hope that the next job he chooses, he won’t soon forget my importance, value and will continue to appreciate me. It’s been quite a refreshing change.

In starting the new gig, I had to postpone my first vacation. I finally got some days off and the TTC mission was on. I’m hoping I was successful, but won’t know for at least another week. Husband is still on the job hunt but I’m still being hopeful. A co-worker mentioned a company that I never considered, but I think Jefferson would be a good fit. I hope he applies…. TODAY. Vacation was in South Padre Island. After a few days there, I was ready to come home. It was windy! The pool was super nice/heated. We checked out a hotel bar that had an awesome band playing. At first he didn’t want to go, mostly because I was dressing up. He rarely takes me out dancing, so I took that as an opportunity to get super glam. Am I the only one that does that?

I packed this dress just in case. I love that it’s sheer in the middle. The girls need to be seen every now and again.

Post vacation happy too bright pic.

Husband did not like that my bra was visible so I soon took it off.

Because husband loves all his drinks to be BLUE!.

Probably my favorite papparazzi pic ever. This guy had on the coolest hat. It was glitteriffic. Complete with Hello Kitty. Yes, I wanted it. The drunk guys next to us bought it for $100. Yes, for serious! I was jelly.

The hotel was under construction, but this mermaid was available for photo ops.

I love vacation Lorie. She’s so much fun.

I wore a pretty saucy outfit to work (above) yesterday. My dominant boss didn’t get to see it, but I was feeling like a vixen all day. Husband didn’t see me leave in the morning, but he definitely had words when I got home. “Oh really?” I made a pouty face and told him dominant boss didn’t get to see it. He didn’t think that was too funny. We went to dinner and then had sexy times when we got home. After, he demanded I make brownies… he definitely earned a special treat. Those were the best damn brownies I’ve ever made. Later that night, more sexy times. I took all of the initiative on that one. I woke up this morning to test for ovulation. I am perculating. Sweet! So glad I may have done it right this time. PS, Ben Nye concealer is awesome.

I’m still amazed at the not so subtle differences in my body. I even had the guts to chop the hair! It was looking too stringy for my liking so a good chop was in order. I’ve never had my hair this short, but I love it. So much easier to do and so much body. You know I love big TX hair. YAY! The first thing I said after she finished styling it was, I look like my mom. LOL! Picture time!

This was right after I left the salon.

This is my styling efforts. My eye brows are even more important with shorter hair.

See what I mean by sassy? I’m sassier! I’m really glad/proud I’ve kept my curves.

I’ve work it wild/crazy curly too.

More sass. I even wore those ankle breakers to work. 6 inches taller for the win!

Ok, so my team didn’t make it to the big game, but husband amazed me when he asked me to wear my sexy thigh high boots to my parents house. He tried to tell them it was my bright idea, but my mom wasn’t buying it. I love her.

This outfit is pretty much all part of operation baby. He hasn’t seen it yet, but hoping to make that happen soon.

I’m tracking my cycle but no egg dropping yet. The good news is husband is bound and determined to make it happen. YAY!

Ok, I’m like a kid on Christmas Eve. Anxiously awaiting my one year surgeversary. Tomorrow will be 1 year from my weight loss surgery. Ready for my side by side?

I’m floored, and so proud. So excited for all this progress. I had a marvelous Christmas with my loved ones. Husband spoiled me rotten. He bought me that gorgeous pink dress that yes…. he had to match me. I was going to wear a different dress, but as soon as I put this one on, he went and changed. LOL for matchy matchy husbands.

My brother proposed to his gf and she said yes. You can barely see the ring in this pic. She already knows what side to be on to get the ring in the pic. My Grandmother’s Louis is in the back…

Family pic time! From left, husband, me, stepfather, mumsy and my kid brother. Brother is on the opposite couch.

Ok, I can explain. My family always has a pajama tamale party on Christmas Eve. My saucy self, I put on this baby doll, the matching robe, leggings and slippers. I was pajama party ready, friends. I tried keeping the robe fully clothed, but my girls have a mind of their own. All in all, I kept it together, no wardrobe malfunctions. And I love my drinky cup. I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas/holiday season with your loved ones.