Much to Celebrate

July has been a month of non stop celebrations.

Starting with 4th of July - pig roast, fireworks, friends, parties, & lots of illegal fireworks in our neighborhood.

Concert & fireworks at city/county building

Then off to the Colorado Irish Festival

Outdoor Mass.  Hubs is on left w/the choir (!!!).  

Don't worry, he was just recruited to serve as a Eucharistic Minister

All the celebrations went to my head & I got a little cocky with food.  Oh, don't worry, baby put mama in her place.  I was not able to keep anything down on Sunday.

Plain noodles w/parmesan hubs made me at 11pm

Unfortunately, this also didn't stay in my stomach

Also, what is it about July & hamburgers?  Until the smell of hamburgers started making me queazy, I never really noticed how every party, BBQ, & festivals in July serve burgers.

Doctor advised me to just go ahead and take the nausea medicine on a regular basis to relieve nausea.  Too bad she couldn't tell me when the nausea would stop.  A quick Google search says that it gets better in the 2nd trimester so there is hope.

Yesterday, we went to a going away party where the theme was an imaginary redneck town, Krackerville.  The guest of honor has been creating a silly village full of characters and families, some more offensive, than others for years.  We feasted on the usual Krackerville favorites - alligators (aka chicken), whole pig, etc.  Guests dressed up & played the part of their character.  In Krackerville, Hubs is a used car salesman named Jubal married to me, Cypriana Mae.  Our dear friend is headed off to Boston and his quirkiness will be missed.

A mansion turned into Krackerville for the day

Anxious hubby has been wanting to announce our pregnancy so we created a little announcement to send to family & friends.  He called most of his family & friends.  I haven't mentioned anything to my extended family or friends yet. . .hubby & I agree it's a cultural thing.

We are off to visit hubby's family for a family wedding.  We're excited to see everyone, celebrate with family, & take in some fresh ocean breeze.

Worrywart

Pregnancy changed me. . .my health, energy level, and in some ways my personality.  I noticed that I've become more paranoid and worry about every little thing.

I worry about the baby, any small symptoms (or lack thereof) I have, whether bleeding means I miscarried, if skipping prenatal vitamins because even the thought of taking it makes me nauseous harms the baby, whether my next meal might make me throw it all up, my husband and how exhausted he must be working & taking care of me, whether we'll be able to afford the expenses of having & raising a human being, not to mention finding a job before I start showing. . .worry, worry, worry.  Worrying probably isn't good for the baby (see - worrying again!).  And, probably is due to my lack of faith.

My whole life, though I've relied heavily on God, I still find it hard to "let go & let God."  Letting go of control is not my strong suit.  Ok, so the piles of laundry and dirty house probably say otherwise.  See, my personal mantra is "if you want it done right, do it yourself" and I absolutely hate asking for help.  It's not so much that I don't appreciate the help, it's more the feeling of I SHOULDN'T be asking for help & asking for help makes me uncomfortable.  <Insert only child stereotype>  My normal control freak self would quit worrying about everything and get everything done.  This pregnancy, however, turned the control freak into a worrywart.  I guess it's some sort of coping strategy.  This is where my loving husband brings me down to earth & humbles me.   He lets me know that I can ask for his help (& he WANTS to help), that he'll help me clean the house, doesn't mind running to the grocery store for my latest craving (even if I end up changing my mind), and reassures me that everything will be a ok.  He doesn't try to take on the world himself. . .he's a total team player - sometimes a captain, at times the 6th man, and always a cheerleader.  He asks for help, he leans on people, and he prays.  His vulnerability is his strength.  Letting go and trusting allows my husband to be free of worry.