Zee Very Latest Preggers Observations

In no particular order of importance:

1. I can eat chicken again, no problemo now, honey mustard or none
2. I still love egg sandwiches, no matter the time of day
3. I really, REALLY love anything involving sweet potatoes, especially fries
4. My love of pub cheese has toned down significantly
5. Hot chocolate is my new tasty beverage of choice
6. Half of the time, I can't remember what I did yesterday
7. I have a new found love of orange juice
8. I have heartburn now if I eat more than a fistful of food at any one time
9. About every other 2-3 days, I get a bloody nose (they say this happens with pregnancy)
10. I can be hot all over, radiating heat like a raging furnace, but still have cold feet!

Mah Personal Driving History: An Auto Accident Recap

Until 3 or so weeks ago, every auto accident I was ever responsible for had happened while I was either driving in reverse, or coming out of reverse. [TRANSLATION: By 'responsible for,' I mean to say they were car accidents that were entirely my fault... The headers for those babies are highlighted below in dark red.]

#1 My first car accident: Sometime in the Fall of 1989. I was 14 years of age, driving on a minors permit... My step-mum had given me the chance to drive the family home from church that Sunday in our beige '87 Oldsmobile Delta 88. My father was not with us. While keeping such a very close eye on the rear of the car and where it was going while backing out of our parking spot, I completely failed to also mind the front of the car! The front passengers nose of the Oldsmobile made a respectable dent in the neighboring car's rear drivers door before we realized what I was doing. We left a note on the windshield of the damaged car, and if I recall correctly, I paid the owner (who was Matt Harger's father) $75 to have the door dent knocked out and repainted.

My 2nd accident (this one was ridiculous): Early June, 1993. I was out and about distributing open house invitations, very last minute, for my high school graduation, and I had stopped at the home of who was my father's boss at the time. The house next door to his and the house directly across the street, they both had garage sales going strong, with cars parked all along both sides of the street. As I backed our white '85 Chevy 4x4 Blazer out from his driveway, I stopped the Blazer a mere 2 inches or so from a red, totally-unseen-by-me, tinsy Lemans sedan. As witnesses later told me, from reverse, I shifted the Blazer into drive, and it rocked backward (as it always did when one would move into 'drive' from reverse), directly into the rear drivers door of this tiny red car, and the Blazer practically lifted the thing an inch off the ground, onto its curbside tires before I drove off. And I SWEAR I DID NOT NOTICE A THING!! I was driving a freakin' tall-sitting, very huge 4x4 Chevy Blazer!?! So anyhow, the owner of the car saw it all happen, and frantically, very angrily (I was told), he ran to his car and he drove after me for a few blocks before making his move to dramatically cut me off, just as I was turning into the development where we lived... I thought the guy was a stark raving lunatic!!! As he pulled alongside me during my right-hand turn, he drove right out in front of me, slamming his brakes, coming to a complete stop! I'm still stunned that I did not then slam him right into oblivion. He then jumped out of his car, drivers door left open, his car still running, and he ran back toward me, shouting obscenities and yelling all sorts of things. Seeing that this behavior of his was apparently meant for me, although not knowing how so, I had begun to roll up my window and only left it open a crack, yelling back at him that I didn't know what he was talking about, bursting into tears and begging him to please stop yelling. The man scared the living holy crap outta me, because I honestly didn't know what I had done. Once he realized I was a merely a clueless and terrified teenager, he quit shrieking at me, and he calmly explained himself, and as I reasoned in my mind that his story could very well be true [I WAS DRIVING A BEASTLY 4x4 BLAZER!!! - the same vehicle in which my step-mum had unknowingly taken out a couple mailboxes, driving in reverse!], I told him to follow me back to the point of the accident, and we'd exchange information. By that time, my father's boss, who had had his neighbors come over to his home, asking who I was - - and his wife may have seen the accident happen too, I can't remember for sure. He had already called my parents to let them know I was in trouble. I do remember I was sooo mortified and upset and just bawling, so worried about the repair costs. I had also been convinced my father was going to kill me and that I would not live long enough to see my H.S. graduation that very week... Both my parents told me they were just so happy that no one was hurt! If I recall, it cost a lil' more than $300, out of pocket to repair the fellow's car.

My 3rd accident (not only ridiculous, but totally stupid): Late summer, 1994. The 'Fudmobile' was long gone, and I was home from college for just a couple summer months, working at Baskin Robbins (I made the cakes!). Whenever I got to drive myself to work, rather than ride my mnt. bike, I drove my parents' white Toyota Camry, and I always parked at the rear of the store in the very last parking spot to the farthest left, away from anything or anyone else. Well, this one evening, for some unknown reason, I parked in the back, right behind the back entrance. Done with work and about to drive home, I put the car into reverse, barely glancing behind me, and forcefully backed the Camry directly into the store's dumpster! I moved the damn thing a whole inch, and left one nicely scratched 1 inch-long groove in the Camry's rear bumper. That cost me $180.

My 4th accident: Shortly after New Years, 1995. Me, Suzanne and Melissa were driving up to Rexburg, ID from SLC, UT, returning from our Christmas break away from school. We were riding in what was Suzy's car (a beastly, heavy hunk of metal, a maroon '78 Oldsmobile, or was it from '72? I'll have to ask her. I'm not positive, but I think it was older than we were!), and we were only 45 minutes away from our destination. [SEMI-RELATED TANGENT: I think Suze had inherited this car from a grandparent. Although unarguably better than no wheels at all, both the odometer and speedometer did not work. I don't remember the gas gauge working either, although that may have gone defunkt come the following spring. Oh and it had no AC, and that became important when we worked together in Park City, UT, that following summer! END OF TANGENT]. There was a lot of slush and black ice on the highways that night and we were often driving under 30 mph to avoid trouble. I had an old, green, rusty pick-up truck riding our butt, and I was refusing to go any faster, nor was he making a move to pass me anytime soon. I took our speed down to 25 mph, hoping to encourage this jackass to make his move to pass me... and it worked. He took off from behind us, and as he passed us pulling further ahead, he cut me off, and he tapped his brakes. In turn, I tried to gently, but quickly engage our brakes... and inconveniently did so while driving over a patch of black ice, and I lost control of the car. Remarkably, we made a full 360 and a half, flat spin off the road without flipping over and without hitting anything or anyone. We stopped 3-4 inches shy of a reinforced barbed wire fence, AND our tire tracks revealed that we had passed less than a foot away from a standing highway directional sign post which measured 13" in diameter. We all had had our seat belts on... so instead of bodies tossed around, all we had was Suzy's snowboard thrown towards the front dash, along with my CD player, both me and Suzy's two CD disc zip-cases, a few bags of received Christmas gifts, and two freshly made, boxed quiches also thrown forward, made by Melissa's sister. The quiche went everywhere, and although a shameful waste, indeed, it had a nice comical touch. Other than an expensive midnight tow, nothing at all happened to the beastly car! I must say we were remarkably lucky!

My 5th accident: Some cold month in early 2003 (I think). I was leaving a local 24-hour Kmart, very, very LATE at night, like 2am-ish? Why was I at Kmart 'round 2am? Although irrelevant to the whole explanation of this accident, I had gone there to pick up some more fine grit sandpaper for a dresser I was refinishing in the garage that night, and apparently, I just couldn't wait until daylight. Anyhow, as I backed outta my parking space, I failed to notice the diagonally-angled triangular curb jutting alongside the drivers side of my car, parallel to me. As I pulled into drive, I ran over the very end corner nub of the curb and blew out both my front and rear passenger side tires. My cousin, Jay, he came to my rescue that night... changed both my tires. Bless him!

My 6th accident: Either late July or early August, 2004 (I've apparently forgotten when - I'd have to look it up). It was dark out and raining hard, a Vegas cloudburst during what they call 'monsoon season,' and I was not even a block away from home. I was listening on a radio report talking about just how bad the weather was, and all the flash flooding around the valley, and all the auto accidents already reported that night, including the locations of some major ones. I was the first car waiting in the left-turn lane, and as the left-turn light clocked green, time for me to make my move, I looked left and right and left and then, as I began to sllloooowly nose out into the intersection, I looked right again, and directly into the oncoming headlights of a big, black Lincoln Navigator. Actually, I only recognized what it was as the thing drove off.... It was a hit and run. They didn't even slow down, and once two other fellow drivers who had stopped beside me were able to confirm I was physically okay, neither one was willing to wait around in the dark and the rain as a witness, nor did anyone give me their contact information. And no one was able to offer the license plate of the Lincoln Navigator. They took out my front bumper and the front passengers fender and tire. It was really great (heavy sarcasm)!

My 7th accident: October 27th, 2006. My Holy Cow Crash... This LINK HERE says it all.

My 8th accident: June 8th, 2008. Some girl rear-ended me HARD... the story is HERE. And my car is in the shop for repairs right now.

My 9th and latest accident (Yup, the 2nd accident this very year!): Almost 3 weeks ago, October 23rd, 2008. The initial story HERE and the final result HERE... and I had wondered about this one. I couldn't believe all those scratches were my doing... and as it turns out, they weren't! Thank you again for your spectacular and most appreciated honesty, sir!

The Truth Comes Out

So, that car I'd hit nearly a couple weeks ago, after I'd left the early-voting polling place? The owner finally emailed me just yesterday, and he let me know that 99% of the damage I'd pointed out on his bumper was all pre-existing damage from an old accident. He thinks that I may have left maybe one tinsy hairline scratch was all, so he had his bumper repaired last week and he doesn't expect me to pay for any of the repairs.

Can you say, 'Hallelujah!?' And how nice of him to be truthful and honest about it, instead of passing the buck my way. And so, I just gotta be more careful in merge lanes!

IM-ing 'bout our Baby Sweet Potato Girl

(11:34:26 AM) hellodaly: yo
(11:37:37 AM) Annejelynn: hi there!
(11:37:48 AM) Annejelynn: baby's doin' good! everything looks good right now!
(11:38:16 AM) Annejelynn: they'll have me come in every 4 wks for additional 2-level sonograms to monitor her growth and development, watching for kidney problems and anything else
(11:38:23 AM) Annejelynn: she'll have a heart test in a month
(11:38:43 AM) Annejelynn: she gained 3 oz in 2 wks
(11:38:49 AM) Annejelynn: and she's almost 9 inches long
(11:38:50 AM) hellodaly: wow
(11:38:53 AM) hellodaly: that is good news
(11:38:59 AM) hellodaly: I am glad that things are going well
(11:39:27 AM) Annejelynn: she's standing on her head (they hadn't told me that before), but every sonogram, she's on her head, with her feat kicking the side of my stomach, which is what I've been feeling all this time
(11:40:16 AM) Annejelynn: last night, she was doin' something and I told *OMIT mah honey-man's name HERE* and he put his hand where I was feeling it, and I told him he probably wouldn't be able to tell, and then she REALLY did something and HE FELT IT!
(11:40:47 AM) hellodaly: that's crazy
(11:40:54 AM) hellodaly: seems so soon but that is awesome
(11:43:27 AM) Annejelynn: we have 139 days to go!
(11:43:52 AM) Annejelynn: she has all this room where her legs and feet are, since she'd standing on her head... so she kicks and moves alot
(11:44:07 AM) Annejelynn: the tech and Dr we saw yesterday both said she's very active!
(11:44:26 AM) hellodaly: she's trying to turn herself around, huh
(11:44:41 AM) Annejelynn: no, she just stands on her head, dancing
(11:44:47 AM) Annejelynn: upside-down!
(11:45:11 AM) Annejelynn: she arches her back, she swings her arms up and down and up beside her head
(11:45:28 AM) Annejelynn: we didn't see any thumb sucking this time... but she really wouldn't hold still
(11:45:35 AM) Annejelynn: lots of the sonogram pics were blurry
(11:45:42 AM) Annejelynn: oh! we saw her eyeballs!?!?
(11:45:51 AM) Annejelynn: and we saw her opening and closing her mouth
(11:46:15 AM) hellodaly: wow that's crazy
(12:00:56 PM) Annejelynn: oh, and I forgot to mention, my placenta is NOT placed low as they suspected... her head is against my fundus, pulling the placenta a lil' lower angled is all, soooo no required c-section for that
(12:02:39 PM) hellodaly: that is good news
(12:02:49 PM) Annejelynn: yes!!!
(12:03:14 PM) Annejelynn: so, for now, I get to see her with the perinatal doc every 4 wks and in the last month, I may go every 2 weeks or every week for sonograms!
(12:03:36 PM) Annejelynn: and if things continue as she's going, just a lil' more slowly for her size growth, she should be fine, just small, like 5-6 lbs when she's born

NOW, SOME BACKGROUND INFO: I saw my OB a week ago, last Friday, for the first time since our last sonogram. I was told some troubling news. First of all though, before I get all into that, my doc did confirm that as of our Oct. 16th sonogram, everything still looks anatomically correct AND all the tests -downs syndrome, cystic fibrosis, neural tube abnormalities, plus a couple testing for genetic defects I cannot pronounce- they all came back negative. Yay! [Now to explain the troubling news, and I'm starting with what my doc told me lastly...] Via my sonogram, it looked like my placenta is attached low, near the cervix, which means I could be prone to bleeding in my last trimester, particularly in the last couple months and I would most likely have to have a c-section, and possibly bed rest in my 9th month... [SIDE NOTE: At this point during my appointment, I was thinking, I can deal with a c-section.. not what I wanted, but I can handle that. ] AND then my doc told me our lil' babe has only 2 cord vessels instead of 3. My Response: "I don't know what that means. What does that mean?" This is what it means: The umbilical cord is meant to have 3 blood vessels; 2 arteries going out from the baby and one incoming vein [SIDE NOTE: Until today, I'd had this allll mixed up, vein vs. artery, and the function of each in an umbilical cord!].

• The vein carries oxygen and nutrients from the placenta (which connects to the mother's blood supply) to the baby.
• The two arteries transport waste from the baby to the placenta (where waste is transferred to the mother's blood and disposed of by her kidneys).

So, our wee one has only one out-going cord vessel handling her waste instead of the two, which means she's at risk for growth development issues, particularly heart and kidney trouble, and she will most likely have a low birth weight. To date, her growth and development (minus the one cord vessel, of course) has been right on target thus far. At some point though, soon approaching, her growth rate is expected to slow and she may not progress like other babies would, size-wise. I'd asked if I should modify my diet, and was told not at all...except to make what I eat really count (this was not news to me).

Between my regular OB doc and the perinatal doc we saw this past Monday, we've been told she'll be monitored via 2nd level sonograms every 4 weeks until the birth... and they both expect we'll most likely have ourselves a small, but healthy baby come March. Fingers crossed!

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 29

Because he calls all cupcakes 'muffins.'

My First Thought in Response to "It's a Girl"

As the sonogram tech announced we had ourselves a baby girl on the way, my very first thought was this, immediately imagining a lil' preschooler, 4 or 5 years of age: "She is sooo gunna be Princess Leia for Halloween someday!"

Subtle Comparison

I'm pro-life , YET whatever my reasons for this may be, I DO NOT pretend the government can or should tell someone what they can and cannot do in this regard... so I'm pro-choice as well.

I Voted... and then I Hit a Car

Last Thursday, I went to a nearby local grocery store to vote early. I'd brought a book with me, but it took no more than 15 minutes. As I had selected my choices, I found myself vehclempted. I was almost giddy. After I had scanned through my ballot, I selected the last button to submit and finalize my votes, and I observed that I was feeling almost euphoric... I really was delighted with my decision to exercise my right to vote, and do to so early, skipping the the hours of waiting in a long line. As I walked out to my car, I thought of this baby growing inside me and realized that voting is something I must do not only for myself, but for her. And I got all teary again... and then I thought, "Geesh! Am I hormonal or what?"

As I pulled onto the main street from the grocery store parking lot, I approached the upcoming intersection, moving right, towards a right-turn merging lane. The car ahead of me had begun his move to merge, but hit his brakes as I'd rolled forward for what I'd thought would be my turn next. The damage to my car was nada, but his? May just need a new paint job on the bumper, so not too bad, but definitely not something I needed right now. Will be about $400.

So yeah, I voted, and then, driving apparently impaired, high from voting, I hit a car. This was me by the end of that day...

My Lastest Preggers Observations

1. I have really forgetful moments, like, mid-sentence
2. My brain becomes total mush by 9pm each night
3. I can now eat chicken, but only with LOTS of honey mustard sauce
4. My tummy (more like my pudge) popped out this week
5. None of my clothes fit around the waist anymore
6. I now use the bathroom only 2-3 times in the night
7. I must have a 3-hour nap (or two) on the weekends
8. Politics really upset me (far more than usual)
9. I feel compelled to reorganize EVERYTHING in our home
10. It's official: I'm nesting

Presenting, Our Baby Sweet Potato Girl

This shot, we couldn't see anything at all, had no idea what the sonogram tech was aiming for and suddenly, a kick! and an almost perfect footsie image!

When we saw this, we were both like, "BOO!"
This is a good one for Halloween: here's her frontal skull shot...

This one is a full body profile shot...
You can see the top of her left foot and all of her left leg, both her bummy and tummy, and her left arm with her left hand just about to insert her thumb to mouth...

This is our favorite: Full profile
And you can see the bone structure of her non-existent chin

And she's a thumb sucker... may have mentioned that already.
Every time we'd quit poking and prodding her, she'd stick her thumb in her mouth. And then we'd move the sonogram scanner around and she'd kick and flail her arms, and we'd quit, and she'd stick her thumb in her mouth. It was adorable.

We're Having a Lil' Thumb Sucker!

Well, we had our sonogram late this afternoon and it was nothing short of amazing! I'm just stunned still, having seen what we saw... A strong, beating heart (139 beats per minute), well formed organs, ten lil' fingers and the soles and toes of lil' perfectly formed feetsies, kicking legs, flailing arms, hands stretched overhead, and hands pressed palm to palm to the side of a lil' cheek, and a straight, tiny nose, and a tini-tiny upper lip. Weighs about 8 ounces and going by the femur bone's length, about 8-9 inches in total length, and SHE has her daddy's chin...practically non-existent, just like her big brother and her daddy both had when they were wee babes.

Expect some of our sonogram shots tomorrow! Oh, and some explanation for the already obvious post title.

Repeat to Self: "Patience is a Virtue"

I drank all my water by 8am and got all ready and excited and set for a sonogram at 9am this morning... but it's not until 3:30pm!?! ARRRGGGHHH!

So, we won't have any baby news until this afternoon.

McCain Creeps Me Out

...and I don't find his sarcasm amusing nor intelligent.

I Love Da' Onesies

My parents were in Vegas last week and I had lunch with them at Caesars on Friday. While in the Forum Shops, my step-mum made for the Gap to the Baby Gap section and bought these for our lil' bun in the oven. I really love the blue one (and onesies in general). SIDE NOTE: I won't be surprised at all if our lil' babe lives his/her life in onesies for the first year.

Why I Love Mah Honey-Man ~ Reason 28

The best spoonage ever!

I love our mornings together in the 10-20 minutes before our alarms (yes, that's plural) go off, and thereafter, the 3-4 times we both push snooze, spooning for as long as we can before we absolutely have to get up.

P.S. This 'Reason to Love' is reminiscent of Reason #4, but it's not the same thing.

It's Potty Time!

BE FOREWARNED: This post will touch upon the subject of my new found pregnancy bathroom habits.

Driving to and from Yellowstone over the weekend before last has brought about a new discovery... I can't go that long without needing a bathroom break. For the sake of comparison (and I know you really want to know these kinds of details), in the past, for the average 6 hr-long car trip, all I need is one bathroom stop whenever I stop to fill up the gas tank. [SEMI-RELATED TANGENT: I don't like to keep driving on car trips with anything less than a quarter of a tank. END OF TANGENT]

Our drive to Yellowstone from Vegas, we stopped along the way in Bear Lake, ID, to stay with my Grams, and it took us 9 hours to get there. I didn't actually count how many times we stopped, but it was more than twice, maybe 4 times. While at Yellowstone, we found ourselves often seeking out a bathroom stop, and jokes were made. Well, on our way home to Vegas from Yellowstone, making the long drive in one day, the drive should have taken us no more than 13 hours. Well, it took us FIFTEEN hours because I had to stop every 1 to 2 hours... Yes, it took 15 hours, cuz we had to stop EIGHT different times, so I could relieve my wimpy bladder?!? It was ridiculous!

And my honey-man? He never once complained... he only laughed about it (a lot), and at least a couple times, he mused aloud that if anyone were to ask him what he remembered most about his first trip to Yellowstone, he would say it was my weak bladder.

Guilty Confession #9

Last week, while sick at home, I laid on the couch and watched 'Project Runway' for the first time - - I, um, actually watched 4 episodes of it in a row! And now? I just checked Bravo to be sure when to watch the finale episode this coming Wednesday. This is another first for me, albeit an insignificant one... BACKGROUND INFO: I hardly ever remember to watch something I've seen that I like... I can't ever remember the right channel/station to turn to, let alone what day or time something may scheduled. Plus, I just don't like TV a whole lot.

A Packed Weekend with the Angel Boy-O

We picked up the angel boy-O from the airport this afternoon and off we went to "that place where they sell chicken in red buckets!" We'd made plans to see the Friday night outdoor picture show at a nearby community green, but as we made our way in that general direction, picnic grub smelling up the car, our salivary glands going bonkers, we all noticed the wind outside had really picked up... the Vegas desert dust was so thick in the air, we couldn't make out the Strip! Not surprising, the movie showing wound up canceled. But we had our picnic anyhow, sitting with our backs to the wind, giggling and hollering as stuff flew away, each of us taking a turn to run off after some lid or some random napkin, and the angel boy-O still had his chance to ride the merry-go-round, but not until after eating his entire dinner. We then toddled off to REI for some stuff and toodled 'round The District for a bit before heading home. The boy-O is now upstairs in his bathroom, singing and squawking away in the tub...

Tomorrow morning, the boy-O has a horseback riding lesson and then? Well, there's swimming at aunt Radeane n' Uncle Jim's place, followed by lunch and a late afternoon tennis match with me and the boy-O against his daddy-O. After that, the angel boy-O and I, we're either going to try again for the Saturday-night outdoor picture show OR we'll stay home together with a DVD, some popcorn and a paraffin wax treatment for our tootsies. [SOME BACKGROUND INFO: Occasionally, I'll heat up this home-paraffin treatment thingy I was given, and both me and my honey-man will do our feet and hands while sit on the couch watching some DVD from Netflix. We actually do this at least once every other month or more. Anyhow, sometime late last spring, or was it early summer? Anyhow, the boy-O saw the paraffin tub left out and asked what it was... and he was absolutely fascinated, and asked if and when we could do it, "please, please, please?" However, it was forgotten by us both and it never happened.] My honey-man has something he's gotta do for work tomorrow night, beginning at 8am, hence the movie options for me and the boy-O.

On Sunday, we'll be off to Red Rock for a morning hike with some friends possibly joining us. Thereafter, we'll be lazily enjoying the reminder of our time with the boy-O at home before he has to be taken back to the airport, flying out 'round 5pm.

After we had claimed the boy-O from the airport earlier, him sitting securely in the backseat of the car, as we drove out from the airport tunnel, entering the highway traffic, the boy-O spoke up slowly and sadly..."I've missed being here. When do I have to leave?" We then, quite enthusiastically, explained the weekend's plans... "I'm leaving on Sunday? That's not long enough." I couldn't look over to see what my honey-man's expression may have been, because I felt my chest tighten up and tears welling up in my eyes. The best response I could come up with was to agree with him, that yes, it wasn't ever long enough, but that we were soooo happy to have him with us and that we'll always take what we can get and be happy for that. And he agreed. I then looked over at my honey-man and saw the tears in his eyes.

When we got home, the angel boy-O immediately scanned through the rooms in our home, looking for 'new things.' We could hear him as he moved 'round the house announcing his discoveries. "This rug! This rug is totally new! When did you get this rug?!" And when he came down the stairs from scanning through his own bedroom, he wanted to be measured against the 'powder room' door frame. And as he realized the hungry kitties were circling the kitchen floor, each one darting out of his way, he questioned whether or not Otis and Owen remembered him at all, then trying to tell us they didn't, as they both would run from his approach. I reminded him that this was nothing new... The kitties only like him when he's either asleep or reading or vegged out in front of the TV. "Oh yeah..."

The boy-O and his dad are upstairs together right now, singing Christmas carols to each other... Just a moment ago, I got my kiss goodnight.

This Vegas visit is the boy-O's first since he left us at the end of July. Of course, it's not our first time seeing him since he returned to Burbank. We had camping in Los Padres National Park together over Labor Day and we went to see him in Burbank over the weekend of the 20th...averaging every 3 weeks like we're supposed to. Even still, having him here now, seeing him go through the motions and him having to re-familiarize himself with our home? It's encouraging to see him so perky and excited, going with the flow - - but it also hurts.

We miss him all the time.

Reach Out and Touch...

...my belly?

I can hardly believe it, but I had 3 different people reach out and touch my stomach just yesterday!?! I got a pat-pat from one, a rub from another and a firm hand held on me from the last! I'm BARELY showing, and I already have people feeling compelled to reach out and touch my belly?!?

What the hell's gunna happen when I actually look pregnant?

Ever Heard of a Horny Buffalo?

No? Well listen to this one!

After watching this guy chase around this poor chica buffalo, the best was the hours afterward in which my honey-man made such a concerted, persistent, hysterical effort to recreate this guy's horny call, complete with tongue protruding all the way out, apparently essential to get just the right horny buffalo bellow.