Tomorrow is the big day!!!

Tomorrow at 3:30, Bill and I will find out what sex our precious little baby is. We are overly excited and cannot wait to start getting our house ready for the little butterbean. Pray for us!

BRINNER!!!!

As of lately, I have had a real case of the "nothing sounds good." It will be 8-9 o'clock before I just decide to eat something. Once again, on Sunday night nothing sounded good for dinner. I told Bill I was going to go look for something at the grocery store. I was walking up and down every aisle and everything just looked gross. Then I saw it, I finally came across Belgium waffle mix. Well one thing led to another and the next thing I knew I had waffle mix, syrup, eggs, sausage, hashbrowns, diced peaches, cheddar cheese, and milk in my basket. I was ready to prepare a top notch brinner. Bill was fabulous as always and helped me, and we finally sat down for brinner around 8:30.

I think everyone should mix it up every now and then and make some delicious breakfast foods for dinner one night.

Prego Pics

I have had a couple of requests for prego pics and I feel like I have blown up the past couple of weeks, so what better time to post than now. I have felt like complete crap this evening while running a temperature of 99.6; however, I promised myself today would be the day I get pics because I was semi dressed up. I have been freaking out because I want to make sure baby boop is doing all right, but after some tylenol, I am feeling a little better. Happy viewing.

Countdown

I had another doctor's appointment today and it went great. I have gained 4 more pounds, which makes my total about 9 pounds. I heard the baby's heartbeat again and it was 160 beats per minute. Is that high or low? What is the old wives tale again; high girl and low boy? Let me know.

Anyways, everything went great and I have my next appointment on October 1st- and this is THE APPOINTMENT!!!!!!!!!!!! We are finally going to find out the sex of baby Ferg. So we are anxiously counting down here already, 3 weeks!!

I love my child

This post was inspired by Katie's Krisy Kreme post. Over the past two weeks baby Fergie has been giving me some stomach issues and well I have not been too happy with the precious darling come bedtime. The little bugger has been keeping me up a little later with some teeny tiny stomach pains and late night bathroom trips. All things considered, I am in love with the new addiction my child has gotten me on.

I am officially addicted to Drumsticks ice cream.

I have had big issues with buying food and cooking food and then starring at it because it looks less than appealing. I have also had a big issue finding desserts that sound good evening to evening. Well, problem solved!! Baby Ferguson has given me the biggest craving for Drumsticks ice cream. I have done a good job limiting myself to just one stick a night, after dinner; but man, those things sound good for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I would like for everyone to take the opportunity to give this past time favorite another chance, because there is nothing like getting to the bottom of the cone and getting to eat frozen solid chocolate. It is like a pleasant surprise every time!!

There's a new sherrif in town!

Every morning starts the same way, I wake up, get ready, rush out the door already late, load up the dummio dogs, and take them to Uncle Luke's house - every single morning. Yes, Bill and I have to take the babies to Luke's house every morning before we head to work, and we've been doing this ever since we've been married.

There once was a time where we tried to leave them at home in our nicely fenced backyard. Well, Kramer put an end to that very quickly when he broke through three panels in our fence and took his faithful sidekick, Radly, with him to run away. The dogs really enjoy going to Uncle Luke's house because they get to play with their friends, Shadow and Yuki. Well, playtime is over.

Bill and I have decided there is no way we will be able to drop the dogs off at Luke's house, take a child to daycare, and then still arrive at work on time;so we decided to get an electrical fenced installed in the backyard. When I say "get" installed, I mean Bill did it.

Now the decision to install this fence is not one that came lightly for me. I have had huge issues with the idea of shocking an animal- I mean come on you know me, I would give up my house for a homeless dog. However, Bill had to break it down for me: "Jenny, now what is worse, Radly and Kramer getting a little shock, or Radly and Kramer getting hit by a car?" Touche Bill Ferguson, touche!

So Bill installed the fence last weekend, and we have been testing it out this one. We sat outside with the babies last night after dinner and walked them around the fence so they could understand their boundaries. They are actually doing pretty well around the yard, but they do not do too well with the shock they recieve if they jump on the sliding doors to come inside. This is their response to being shocked by our back door.

The face that Radly gives me is too much, the interpretation Ceasar Garcia would give me is, "How could you do this to me?"