Kevin & Tori

I have neglected our blog for the last few months. (This is partly because I haven't had internet service for the last few months). It's also largely because I am very lazy. So here's a synopsis of what's been going on with us. We (mostly I) moved to Boise in June and the very weekend we moved, we found out we are going to have a baby (Yes, this was planned. Yes, we have lost our minds). As far as the "how are you feeling" questions go... I'm doing great. The only times I was sick during the first trimester were entirely my own fault.

Case and point... my first episode of morning sickness was when I came home post call (for those of you that don't know that means after working a 30 shift with little/no sleep at the hospital) and decided i should eat something healthy "for the baby". So I found some Salmon in the fridge and was repulsed by the stench but was like, "well that's pregnancy for ya, smells smell worse". I then cooked said fish and forcefed myself the fish that I thought smelled absolutely disgusting. I even ate it on the patio so I had more fresh air and called Kevin to cheer me on as I ate it. I did okay for an hour or two and then spent most of the night on the bathroom floor rug, intermittently vomiting. That weekend when Kev came up he was like, "well seeing as how you're not going to attempt that fish anytime soon I better eat it." As he opens the container he turns to me with a horrified look on his face and dry heaves as he says, "honey, this fish is bad,

you gave yourself food poisoning." That's right, I force fed myself bad fish. Genius. Any other episodes of vomiting were equally my own fault. Overall my first trimester

sucked, but was way better than the average first trimester, so I shouldn't complain.

The second trimester was wonderful. There is a reason they call it the "golden trimester". I ate whatever I wanted, instead of living off only bread and cold cereal. I wasn't exhausted all the time. And I wasn't so big that I was terribly uncomfortable either. The baby started to kick and we found out it's most likely a boy. We even picked out the nursery decor. Fun fun fun.

I just started the third trimester, and honestly, I already miss the second. Everything I read makes it sound like theoretically the baby could come at any second (even though technically I have three months left, and if he did come now he'd be brain damaged and living in an incubator). My body feels like its being stretched from the inside out by an enormous parasite, and really, it is. Also, the nerves that accompany such an enormous life change and responsibility are starting to catch up with me.

I'm very grateful for a calm supportive husband that constantly reassures me that its all okay. And frequently lies to me and tells me that I look even sexier pr

egnant, and celebrates each pound gained like most people would celebrate a pound lost. I think I appreciate him more than ever for the way he's really taken charge of making everything happen this year that needs to. Not everyone could balance three households and their budgets, but he's done it.

Three households? you may be asking yourselves. Yes, three. For a couple of months there we owned the North Salt Lake home, still had Kevin living in the condo in salt lake, and had my apartment in Boise. Try explaining that to the DMV (like I had to when I lost my wallet for the fiftieth time since we've been married). And like a pro, Kevin even handled that one for me. He had the credit cards canceled within 15 minutes of me loosing my wallet. It was a good thing too since some thief was trying to use my cards within an hour at local stores and ATMs. Because I

was foolish enough to have a blank check in my wallet we even had to close our bank account and open a new one and transfer all our automatic payments and deposits to the new bank account. Naturally, Kev took care of everything ( I love that boy).

So it is with great anticipation that I look forward to the birth of our munchkin, largely because it means Kev and I will live together again, I'll be able to actually live in my beautiful home in Salt lake, and I'll be able to sleep on my back without feeling guilty that perhaps my enormous expanded organs are crushing my blood supply to the munchkin. February 22 can't come soon

enough... but yes all you experienced parents out there... I do realize kids are easier to take care of inside the womb than out, and no, we have absolutely no idea what we've gotten ourselves into. But we're excited.

Here's a shot of me with my new camera taking pictures of geese at the apartment. Something I enjoy entirely too much, and consequently have hundreds of goose photos.