I've never been much of a drinker, but that old adage about wanting what you can't have sure does ring true when you attend your college Homecoming and a Halloween costume party all in the same day. Luckily, my friends weren't into the boozing it up in the middle of the day this year at our Homecoming, so that was a blessing, but I would have definitely liked my costume to be as funny as the rest of the party thought it was by the end of the night.

Kyle and I went as Bacon and Eggs. Didn't mean the pun, but it just sorta worked.

I know everyone asks the doctor stupid questions, but I wish I hadn't made that phone call.

My sister-in-law really wants to get a spray tan for the cruise we are going on in November. Our thought was that it was sort of like make-up so what harm could it do while your pregnant, right? Wrong.

The nurse informed me that the skin is the biggest organ in the human body and the reason I can't get a spray tan is because I'm pregnant. Duh. I could have told you that. I guess it just seemed like maybe these things have gotten better over the years? She mine as well of said, "No, idiot, putting chemicals onto your skin is not good for your baby." Whoops.

2nd Tri

Yeah, I'm definitely not as good at this as I thought I would be, but I'm going to try and make more of an effort to keep up. I think part of my most recent absence had to do with the fact that I pretty much held my breath through the first trimester. However, now I feel more comfortable talking about my pregnancy and finally am starting to realize that this really is going to happen for us!

We had our 12-week ultrasound and WOW. Not only does he/she actually look like a baby this time, but we got to hear the heartbeat for the first time. What a rush, really. That was the moment when it felt completely real.

I came out this week, too, which has been fun. I told my extended family and my co-workers and now the word is slowly starting to leak into the other crevices of my life. It feels good to have such a big secret off of my chest.

AND, I'm starting to feel better. Other than the multiplying craters on my face, my other symptoms are starting to subside and although I still feel unusually tired, I'm not fighting to keep my eyes open all day, at least.

In desperate need of clothes: please help

I really wanted to wait until I was 12 weeks to buy any new clothes, but after the morning I had tearing through my closest, I can't wait anymore. I left for work feeling frumpy and not put together because my options were so slim. I had to wear an old skirt that I never really liked, not to mention I really don't like skirts in general. I am definitely more of a pant-girl and unless I want to wear that obnoxious Belly Band every day, I'm out of choices in that department.

I only have to go into work three days out of the week so I figure if I can get a least a few pairs of pants with some give, I'll be able to change up my outfits week to week enough that nobody will know I've been wearing the same three pairs of pants. And truthfully, I really don't care if they do.

I am going to go to the consignment maternity store with my very pregnant, and when I say very pregnant I mean she is a week away from her due date, friend. I'm sure she was surprised that I was giving into my self-enforced rule about waiting until week 12 was over, not just beginning, but she hasn't yet heard my tale of trying to get dressed this morning. She probably doesn't need to to know why I felt like its time to give in to the elastic waist.