The Roaring 20's

I have always  had super vivid, freaky dreams. Always. As in, we have documentation of me having weekly frightmares as a 3-year-old. It's been a lifelong treat. Growing this human has take my dreaming to a whole new level. I now believe I (or this baby) might have psychic powers. 

Let me explain. I have two reoccurring stress dreams. One is where I show up to class and realize I forgot to go all semester and we are taking an in-class final the day I finally remembered to show up. The second reoccurring dream is where I have been cast in a play/musical and forgot to memorize my lines/songs or go to rehearsal even once. Friday night I had the play/musical dream. I was wearing the red boa we had bought for our upcoming 1920's murder mystery dinner and frantically flipping through my script trying to memorize my lines. 

Flash forward to our wonderful Friday night date at the Manor house for the 1920's dinner. I was donning my red boa and Sel was looking ridiculously handsome in his matching red bow tie. While we are sitting there eating dinner (that I hated because this child also hates pretty much all food), one of the actresses comes up to me, gives me some lines, and tells me I am now starring as Daisy in the murder-mystery play. It was fun, but also so, so embarrassing. I also got to star in two of their musical numbers that I didn't know any of the words to. Coincidence that I dreamed the whole thing more or less the night before? I think not. 

In other news, the dinner was a blast. Here are some pictures for your viewing pleasure. 

Seriously?! This guy. Such a stud. 

We got ready at my office. I know it will be hard for you to pull your eyes off anything but that gangsta, but the red blanket in the back is what I have been using to take a nap during my lunch break for the past two weeks. Best idea I've (Sel) has ever had.  

Looking short

And my new favorite picture of Sel ever <3 nbsp="" td="">

We had to contain the boa in Sel's hat by the end of the night because it kept getting EVERYWHERE. The Wildwoods metro park clean up crew probably hates me. 

Cousin-Sisters

Today is my cousin-sister's birthday! I am one of those ridiculously lucky people to have cousins who happen to double as my best friends/siblings. I feel like I am pretty close to all my amazing cousins, but there were three of them that fell right around my age and lived 20 minutes away during my childhood. Those three lucky ducks got to experience the treat that was my sister and I.

Can I say one tiny snippet about how home sick the Milks make me?! I mean, goodness gracious, all I want to do is be in the Riv this weekend eating crazy cake, Papa John's pizza, staying up late to watch Psych or Mentalist episodes that the Milks were kind enough to record for Sel and I, and then dragging my exhausted self out of bed to go to Zumba with Mugs.

Okay, back to why the Milks actually added a sister and two brothers to our tiny family of four. 

We went through it all together. We fought with one another on a weekly basis. We freaked out on one anothers birthdays cause we weren't getting presents and attention too. We can't pretend those terribly awkward, chubby, bad haircut years didn't happen cause we were all there together to live it up; We have some very unfortunate pictures to prove it. We went on King/Milk vacations which meant every single minute of our day was rigidly planned out from 6:00am to 9:00pm. We learned to appreciate the great outdoors together while we got eaten by mosquitoes on camping, hiking, and fishing trips. We went to all the Wanda Ramas together, had roll eating contests (Matt won pretty much every time), and traded candy cups like pirates. My childhood would have been so unrecognizable without the Milks.

The greatest part about my relationship with the whole Milk family was how ten years of living away from them didn't even put a dent in our close relationship..in fact, it probably helped a whole heck of a lot because I was a freggin terror when I was little. They called me Wendy Whiner when I was little. Obviously not A LOT changed, but that just shows you how grand I was back in the day.
They re-adopted me when I moved back to Utah for school and then Mugs honestly became one of my best friends I've ever had. She has such a take charge attitude about her. Any issue I had, she devised a genius plan to take care of it. I've mentioned before how she pretty much took on the role of wedding planner when Sel and I got married. She handled EVERYTHING. Pictures, flowers, dresses, my bachelorette party, invitations, and of course, those really great breakdowns of mine. Last year, I convinced her she should be a crazy runner so then we trained for two halfs together and survived them. Now she is rockin the running world and has like 6 halfs scheduled for 2014. She got me hooked on fro-yo before fro-yo became "the thang" of Utah County. We've just done a whole darn lot together and it's lame that I won't see her face for what feels like forever. Living in Toledo has been super great, but also sooo hard. I miss the Milks even more than the mountains (so you know how big a deal that is). So, if you are in Utah and you know Mugs (and even if you don't cause she loves strangers ;), you should give her a grand old hug today cause I am stuck out in T-town missing that crazy girl. (Here goes a HUGE picture overload)

Angels Landing

My feet, Jenn's Feet, Mugs Feet. Obviously we have some sexy feet genes in the family

.The last camping trip of the summer. We are bringing sexy back

We make some good faces y'all

E.T.'s On It's Way

Cat's outta the bag now :) 

Sel and I will be parents in July!!! We are officially in the second trimester and excited as ever. 

First things first, this was planned (since some people have asked). We were lucky or blessed or whatever you want to call it to get pregnant right away. 

The first trimester was pretty darn good to me. I wasn't really sick or tired at all. I think having to go to work everyday and keeping up with exercise has been a HUGE help. 

Another HUGE help: Let's hear it for SEL!!! What a guy!

He has been absolutely incredible through all of this. While I haven't been sick, it's been a slight struggle to actually get myself to eat anything but fruit and simple carbs. 

Physically I have been great, but emotionally…not so great. It's getting better though. Again, Sel deserves a gold medal for being such a stellar husband in dealing with me. I love that kid. 

We went to the baby doctor on Thursday for the first time and it was incredible. The little thing was rolling around, waving it's arms and jumping up and down. I just cannot believe there is a HUMAN being inside of me. Or more of an alien based on the ultrasound pictures. My doctor's office does a 3D ultrasound anytime you go in and though I was so excited to see the little guy/gal, it certainly made for an ET-esque picture. Let's hope Sel is the father and not some extraterrestrial being. ;)

People's reactions have been all good, but the winner happened yesterday. I told a girl, a complete stranger, I was interviewing that I was pregnant and she actually started crying. She was SOOO happy for me and I just wasn't sure how to respond. She also asked me if I had been eating dairy or bread before getting pregnant. I was like, Um, What? She said she ate an entire bag of hot dog buns three days before she found out she was pregnant and she had boy. So…since I have had both diary and bread before getting pregnant, we might have a hermaphrodite on our hands. Though her gender theory is a bit out there, she's my new favorite person though for being so freaking excited for me and ET. 

Counting down until summer!

Our little alien

ET waving at us