It's a....

BOY!!! We think.

I went in yesterday for my 13 week ultrasound and was shocked when the guy told us that he could see the sex of the baby. He explained that there's this thing (not the actual "part" and not a bone, but I have terrible listening skills and didn't catch the exact term) that sticks out of the pelvic region, and when the baby is laying down perfectly, as MY perfectly behaved baby was, this part sticks straight out for girls, and sticks up at a 30 degree angle for boys. Well, Baby Burleson's was sticking straight up at a 90 degree angle, so it was definitely obvious. Daddy was so proud!

We didn't have a preference on boy or girl. I didnt' have any feelings and I didn't really have much time to have any dreams. We're just happy to finally know, or "think" we know. I still want to wait until the 20 week visit to confirm, but for now, I'm mentally preparing myself for a boy!

Will's first thought was, God, please don't let him play baseball....I physically cannot sit through that many baseball games. And I was just worried about how I was going to dress this kid because cute boys clothes are hard to come by these days. There's a fine line between cute and the neighborhood dork. But then I remembered that I married Will Burleson, the king of men's fashion. And I know that every day my son walks out of the house, he's going to look PIMP!

Before and After Series

I'm finally starting the Before and After Series. I realize that this is long overdue, but I'm tired and PREGNANT. Cut me some slack!! If this is new news to you, here are the details: I'm in my 12th week and due December 6th, which is 6 weeks after my sister. I feel good but went through about 3 weeks of hell and an addiction to white food. Actually, the addiction to white food is still with me and is not going away anytime soon. Thank God for Happy Meals! Yes, I am going to find out the sex (mid-July), yes, I'm having an epidural, and yes, I'm planning on breastfeeding.

Back to the house. I'm going to post before and after pics in stages. Today is the first and we start with the kitchen. A lot of people ask me what my favorite room is, and I think it's the kitchen. Not because I'm using the new Jenn-Air range, because I've only used it once, or the new dishwasher that I've waited 5 years for, or the 75% increase in cabinet space. I like it because it's pretty. Plain and simple.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

It's a lovely day in the neigborhood

We have lived in our house for almost 4 weeks and people are STILL showing up to fix things. STILL. And the same people have to keep coming over because they can’t get it right the first time. 4 weeks and I still have sticky notes all over my walls with chicken scratch explaining exactly what is wrong with that exact spot on the wall. Or the bathtub. Or the crown molding. And the superintendant has stopped coming over to give them direction, so these poor guys just show up and are expected to know that they need to paint the 1x1 square of drywall in the upstairs bathroom behind the sconce on the left of the mirror. It’s like a game of Clue without the professor and the candlestick.

This morning, the painters showed up bright and early while Will and I were still in our pjs. And to tell them to come back in an hour was like telling a 6 month old to run to the store and get a gallon of milk. THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU. After trying to communicate with them for 15 minutes, which involved some very amateur sign language, they finally figured out what I was saying.

So then, we had an hour to get ready for work and get out of the house before everyone came back to wonder around aimlessly and try to figure out what they needed to do. As SOON as I got back in the bathroom to get ready, someone was banging on the backdoor and screaming my name. When I got to the backdoor, I was a little surprised to see my crackhead neighbor FREAKING out and screaming AMY, AMY!! I am not lying when I say crackhead, and I don’t care enough to tell her that my name isn’t Amy. I don’t plan on being around her that much. She was freaking out so much that you would have thought we were being invaded and needed to take cover, and somehow I had missed the memo on the morning news. But, we weren’t. IT WAS WORSE. The Police were out giving parking tickets to everyone in downtown Gtown because none of us know how to legally park on the street. And Crackhead looked out the window just in the nick of time and came running over to warn me of the disaster. I only got a warning, which was nice. But, the best part of the entire morning was the big hug that I received from Crackhead and the speech that she gave on how grateful we are to be neighbors and that’s what neighbors are for and thank goodness she was spying on me this morning because we don’t need any more run-ins with the Po-Po because last year was enough when the swat team showed up and had all of her kids on the front yard with their faces in the dirt and handcuffed.

Life on the east side. Gotta luv it.

Dear Liane,

I realize that I have been neglecting my blog lately, but for good reasons. I’m TIRED. I know this is not a good excuse, but it’s all I can come up with. When you get bored at work, I’m know I'm not helping out by providing any new reading material, and I apologize for this. If you need a list of some other blogs to read, let me know. I have a few that you might find enjoyable. Maybe not as entertaining, but they will certainly help with boredom at work. I can speak from experience on this.

We are almost completely settled into the new house, but life hasn’t been very funny lately, so I don’t have much material to write about. We go to work, go to the gym, eat dinner, and go to bed. We even went 2 weeks without cable and racked up a $75 bill at Hollywood Video. If you can find anything blog-worthy about that, let me know. I guess I could do movie reviews. By the end of the day, I’m so drained that I don’t have an ounce of energy left to unpack the 23 boxes-o-crap sitting in my living room. I could probably donate them to goodwill and I would never miss the contents. But I just can’t let go….I think that’s an inherited trait.

BUT….I do see some unpacking in my near future. We are putting all of our rugs down tonight, and I think this might motivate us to get busy on the rest of the house. I promise to take pictures and post them this week. We have also self-inflicted pain on ourselves and scheduled mother’s day brunch at our house, and my parents are coming next weekend. I purposefully did this so that I would get my lazy ass in gear.

I hope this letter occupied a few minutes of boredom for you today. Sorry it’s not very funny. It’s hard to be “on” all of the time. Today I’m only at about 85%.

Peace Out,
Mimi