10 weeks, I can't believe it!!

Though he's barely the size of a kumquat — a little over an inch or so long, crown to bottom — and weighs less than a quarter of an ounce, your baby has now completed the most critical portion of his development. This is the beginning of the so-called fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in his body rapidly grow and mature.He's swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including his kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac) — are in place and starting to function, though they'll continue to develop throughout your pregnancy.

If you could take a peek inside your womb, you'd spot minute details, like tiny nails forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.In other developments: Your baby's limbs can bend now. His hands are flexed at the wrist and meet over his heart, and his feet may be long enough to meet in front of his body. The outline of his spine is clearly visible through translucent skin, and spinal nerves are beginning to stretch out from his spinal cord. Your baby's forehead temporarily bulges with his developing brain and sits very high on his head, which measures half the length of his body. From crown to rump, he's about 1 1/4 inches long. In the coming weeks, your baby will again double in size — to nearly 3 inches.

Hot Tea, Facials and Football!!

All I have to say is I LOVE being a tomboy! I don't know what I would do if there weren't football in the fall!

Yesterday I had a WONDERFUL day with my Matt, my parents and Drew. Daddy made me eggplant and we sat around watching football. It doesn't get any better than that.

Then I came home to watch my Giants conquer the Eagles (with 11 Sacs from Osi Umenyora) in a 16-3 victory. A nice glass of Hot tea and a facial and a win, I couldn't ask for much more.

Super Size Me.... Jose!

Ok, I am totally ranting so this is fair warning!!

Today is a very lazy day for me. I wake up, make homemade buscuits and then take a nap. I decide to drive through McDonalds, grab some lunch and head back home for more relaxing :)

Unfortunatly, after my 10 min drive up there, getting my order and driving back to my house, I realize I got the wrong order. They gave me a chicken sandwich... slathered with mayonaisse, which I will not eat, instead of what I ordered.

I head back to the McDonalds, I have to admit... a little pissed about the confusion, and walk into the restaurant. Now, let me prefice this by saying while in the drive through, I encountered a very nice college age boy who rang my order wrong and very nice, maybe 16 year old african american girl who gave me my order and told me to have a nice day. I wasn't mad at anyone in particular, I was simply mad at the situation.

As I walk into the McDonalds I am greeted by a woman of Mexican decent who asks me what the problem is. I tell her the issue: "I ordered a number 12, was given a number 10 and I just drove a good 20 min all the way to my house and back because of the mistake. Not to mention that number 10 is 50 cents more than what I ordered."

Her response: "You want number 10?" was not satisfactory to me. So... I explain again "Not only did I get sent home with the wrong order but you charged me more. Can you just give me a number 10 and refund the money, for my hassle?" She is not computing this whatsoever! She then proceeds to ask me what happened to the fries. I tell her, in my 20 min drive both here and back, I ate them. So she explains to me she would give me more fries.

I then, ask if she is the manager or may I speak to a manager. She proceeds to huff and walk in the back. Another woman of Mexican decent comes out and has another discussion with me. She speaks about as much English as the first woman and decides all she can do for my trouble is to give me a free coupon for some sort of Cinnamon Roll.

I walk out of the restaurant angry, hungry and most of all pissed that there are people in this country who look at me like I am the crazy one because I don't speak THEIR language.

Maybe, if I would have spoken her language I would have been treated differently.

So my question to all of you is this:

Why can the largest... most American company in the world, employ people that obviously

Speak no English and could care less about the service I recieve??

Yes of course, there is always the option of not going there, but what can one person, who decides not to partake in their illegal options, do to stop these people? The truth be told, I can't! Capitalism prevents me from taking this anywhere! They make more money by employing these people who are willing to work for $5.35, and they don't care about service because they know, we are McDonalds, one of the largest companies in America. If one person stops eating it... it won't hurt our overall profit!

Wow! Sorry for the rant, but it really got a rise out of me!

A New Name...

Ok I am totally stuck on this name. Tell me what you all think...

Cooper Matthew, then they could just call him Coop. How cute is that?? Oh so cute!!!

Moussed, Waxed, and lets not forget slathered with lotion

No, I am not talking about what you do to a chicken before you cook the thing. I am simply referring to the crazy things us women go to, to prove to ourselves... we are HOT!!

So today I woke up, feeling large and in charge, tired and down right uglly. My hair was doing the scrunchy 80's hair thing (read below for further direction) and my face was breaking out. Not to mention my eyebrows were looking like I walked onto the movie set of Borat.

So I go to my eyebrow place today, quite content to get waxed and tweezed. Only to find that my waxer says I HAVE to wax my lip. At fist I shutter at the sound of that, and then say, what the hey... anything to make me look and FEEL a little better. After all is said and done, I feel utterly violated. I never want my lip waxed again. I mean it is one thing to have beautiful eyebrows. Oprah calls it the fastest, cheapest facelift you can get, and I believe her. But to wax your perfectly good lip, that (yeah alright) has some hair, but I am not the bearded lady for GOD sake!!

Now, I am sitting at home, hair in a curly ponytail (in otherwords a huge curl lump on the top of my head) back in my PJ's, staring at my perfectly maintained eyebrows and perfectly hairless lip and truth be told. I feel as ugly as i did when I woke up. OH how I love the emotions! It really suits me, can't you tell :)

Seriously, I should have just gotten her to give me a bikini wax, while she was at it. Then I could have truly been a hairless cat ;-) OH goodness, I am on a role. I better stop before someone like my poor dad runs across this blog.

Good tidings to all my blogger friends!!

Woo Hoo... 9 weeks!!

Your new resident is nearly an inch long — barely the size of a grape — and weighs just a fraction of an ounce, but he's poised for rapid weight gain now that his basic physical structure is in place. He's also starting to look more and more human. His embryonic "tail" is now completely gone and his body parts — including organs, muscles, and nerves — are kicking into gear.His eyelids are fused shut and won't open until 27 weeks. He has earlobes, and by week's end, the inner workings of his ears will be complete. His upper lip is fully formed, too, and his mouth, nose, and nostrils are more distinct. The tips of his fingers are slightly enlarged where his touch pads are developing. All major joints — his shoulders, elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles — are working, enabling your baby to move his limbs. As for his heart, it has divided into four chambers now, and the valves have started to develop. External sex organs are there, but won't be distinguishable as male or female for another few weeks.

What they don't seem to tell you is that you are so tired!! Golly, I feel like I wake up and want to take a nap :) How come that is not in the cute description of pregnancy?? Just kidding... it wouldn't be the same if your entire body didn't go hay wire!

As of now, my description of pregnancy is: bloating, hunger, nausea, hating garlic!, sleeping all the time, crying at commercials, did I mention sleeping, moodiness and love. All in one. Not to mention that at only 2 months prego my pants are already too tight and I am loving ANYTHING with an elastic waist!! I wish jogging suits were hot right now :)

New Favorite Past Time

Picking a baby name of the week!

Ok... it is official. I am crazy. Now, my husband is the most conservative name picker in the world! Which simply, bores the hell out of me. I love him to death, and Lord knows I need that stable influence in my life... but I am Gemini baby... a crazy, never can make a decision, fly by the seat of my pants Gemini!!!

So I signed up for this awesome website that sends you 3 random baby names a week. OH SO MUCH FUN. I mean some of the names are just bizarre... but hey, that's part of the fun!

So my names for this week... granted M hates them all... are Bailey (for a boy), I am convinced I am having a boy, and London. I mean how cute is London. SO CUTE! But then again, like I stated before, I am crazy and will probably hate both of them tomorrow ;-)

I'll write back if I get a lead on a good one!