Is it a ???

Well today is the day we find out if we're having a boy or a girl. :) Our appointment is at 3, so what am I doing to bide my time?? I'm blogging about it and searching for ideas on how to tell the family. Still haven't decided yet, so we'll see.

It is no surprise to most of you that I share a lot, probably a lot more than most people, and probably a lot more than I should... however, that still doesn't stop me! I am not big on surprises (although I love to give them) so we're finding out the gender of our little squirt and then we'll share that news with the world!!!! Being that we already know we have a little baby boy on the way (through the adoption), it's really my excuse to find out so that I can plan. However, since I'm not much of a planner, an excuse is really what it is! :)

We are taking Dust's little sister (12 yo) out of school early and taking her with. We thought it would be a great chance for her to actually see an ultrasound and to be a special part of our pregnancy; especially since she may be the most excited about it!

I can't wait!

Have you ever...

... heard of a baby prison?? Now, for some reason, it seems morally wrong to me to place a child in a prison.

Just my random thought for the day, but wouldn't there be more "takers" on this item if it were, perhaps, called a PLAYPEN????

My weight is talking back to me

So I was looking through one of those magazines where you can buy just about anything, and saw a talking scale.

It will actually speak your weight out loud! Who would subject themselves to that? Regardless of what you weigh, it would still be embarrassing for anyone to overhear that.

Imagine you're at a friend's house, you see a scale and think, "Hmmm, I'll just see what I weigh today" and they all hear that dreaded number from the other room.

Youch!

At least it doesn't scream it or broadcast it from a megaphone or anything....

Surprise

Well, tonight Dust comes home from his mission trip in Haiti and I can't wait to see him! Last night I basically tortured myself by choosing to watch romance movies. Why, when you've been without your man for a week, do ya turn to sappy chic flicks?

Well, self-induced affliction or not, I really started to miss him. He used to be gone all the time when we first got married for paintball. One of the things I would do while he was gone was a fixer-up project on the house to surprise him when he came home.

And although I told him I'd clean the whole house by the time he got home... it seems as though the couch won out on that battle. So instead, I decided to dye my hair! Fair enough, I say.

I walked into work (on my day off) and zipped off to the kitchen to drop off my purse and our receptionist spun around wondering who just walked past her. Well, turns out they both thought I was my sister. :)

But... now I fit back into my family, I am once again a brunette! The blondish hair didn't last as long as I thought... my 4 inch roots made an appearance way too quickly and needed to be taken care of!