Wishful Wednesday and a Pregnancy Updates!

It's time for my darling friend (Yes real LIFE friend, we grew up in the same church and she was friends with my brother!  Of course we didn't figure this out until we found each other's blogs, but whatev's) Kelsey's ...

And today's topic IS ...

'I Wish' .... I hadn't thrown away my Rolex!!!

Um, yes, you read that correctly.  At least I might as WELL have thrown it out.  Here's the story.  My mom gave me the Rolex my dad had given her when I turned 18.  I LOVED it, one, because hello free Rolex, but two, it had sentimental value.  So, one ill-fated day when I was at the gym (WHO wears a Rolex to the gym?  Um, apparently I do, but it was stainless steel, it's pretty much unbreakable, so I pretty much never took it off, except ...) I was jogging on the treadmill and it kept banging against my wrist, you know that little bone that sticks out on your wrist?  So I TOOK IT OFF (idiot Kate, idiot) and when I finished running I apparently had gigantic brain flatulence and left WITHOUT PUTTING IT BACK ON.  I got about 3 minutes from the YMCA and freaked out, starting crying, hyperventilated realized that I had left it on the treadmill and drove like a crazed maniac/bat out of hell headed back to the Y to get it.  Between the 15 minutes that I had left and came back to the Y, someone stole it.  Seriously.  No one brought it to the front desk, it wasn't under the treadmill or anywhere near it, and I'm BETTING the d-bag that took it SAW me looking frantically for it and stood by like the d-bag they were and watched.  So then I took my sad self, head hanging low n' all, and went home where I proceeded to cry for the next week.  Not only because it was worth more than my life expensive, but also because it was sentimental.  And of course, my luck, it wasn't insured.  Seriously, WHO finds something like that and doesn't turn it in!?!?  And at the YMCA!  This is a family establishment people!  A d-bag, that's who.  As you can tell, I'm still a little bitter about it all.  So, since then I now steal all lost expensive items I find.  I kid, I kid.  But seriously, if anyone in the Texas area has ever been approached by a sleeze-bag trying to sell them a Rolex, let me know wouldja?  Oh and call the cops.  Thankyouverymuch. 

Next, I'm going to be a straight copycat and do this little weekly-pregnancy-update-quiz-thingy that I've seen other bloggers do.  More for my own amusement than yours, but hopefully it doesn't bore you to tears keeps you entertained!

How far along? 12 weeks TODAY.

{Pardon the detail of my abdomen area, easy babycenter.com, no need to spell out the "V" word ...}

Total weight gain/loss: 3 lbs, all in the gut.  I'm pretty sure I'm sportin' what looks like a beer belly.

Maternity clothes? Did I TELL you that my MIL hooked me up?  Cause she did.

Stretch marks? Good gracious I hope not yet.

Sleep: It's getting difficult at night.  I can't get comfortable flinging this little beer belly back and forth, so, I invested in one of these beauties ...

Except mine is giraffe print.  I'm easing into learning how to spoon with a gigantic pillow.

Best moment this week: I'm going to go with having our sono today.  It hasn't happened yet, but I'm pretty sure it will beat being sick ...

Have you told family and friends: Heck yes, I have the patience of a 2 year old.  Try week 4 ...

Movement: I'm still moving okay but sometimes I get up slower because ... oh you meant baby.  No.

Food cravings: No actual cravings, just things that actually sound EDIBLE and don't make me want to vom.  Those things would be cereal and string cheese. 

Anything making you queasy or sick: Pretty much anything food-related.  I thought this was easing up last week, oh but that was just a nice little teaser ... nice.

Have you started to show yet: Um, see yesterday's picture.

Leakage: Um, ewww.  No.  And if this happens someone should've probably warned me.  GA-ROSS.

Gender prediction: Totally think boy.  No idea why, just a feeling.

Labor Signs: Thank goodness gracious no.

Belly Button in or out? Innie.

Wedding rings on or off? Am I washing my hands or putting on lotion?  Then off.  All other circumstances, on.

Happy or Moody most of the time: Depends.  Cross me in traffic when I JUST WANT TO GET HOME?  You better watch out.  Seriously, angry crazy pregnant lady coming you way.  Laying on the couch once I've gotten home with my pup and a bowl of cereal or is it the weekend?  Couldn't be happier.

Weekly Wisdom: It's okay.  Your stomach is SUPPOSED to be getting pudgy.  You're not just coincidentally getting fat.

Milestones: Hitting the 12 week mark!

And in keeping with the birth month pictures, here you go.  I felt senior picture time was in order ...

Doesn't everyone sit on a rock by a babbling brook every day?  Completely natural ...

Also, don't forget to enter my giveaway, you can read about it here.  Happy Wednesday loverlies!!!