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12 Weeks

I had my first maternity photo shoot last night (i.e. Landon nicely acquiesced to my result during his late lunch break and snapped a few pics in our backyard). I don't know why, but these made me feel so weird.

Maybe it's because I look pudgy in them. Though, as Landon keeps reminding me, it's not pudge--it's Tadpole!

Maybe because the pregnancy is starting to feel real now that I'm beginning to show. I mean, I guess I could have had a really long bout of the stomach flu this whole time, right?!

Either way, I'm excited to finally be at this stage in my pregnancy...even if it means feeling totally awkward during my weekly pictures. I've still got many, many weeks left to perfect them, though.

No, I didn't eat too many pieces of pizza. That's the world's scrawniest baby bump!
Isn't the shirt adorable? My co-worker Brittany made it for me as my birthday present. About a week before my birthday, I'd admired a shirt just like that on Pinterest, but hadn't mentioned it to Brittany. A week later, guess what shows up in my birthday bag? Great minds must think alike!

And then Landon got super fancy and artsy and wanted me to stand on the tree next to the marsh. 

And now, to steal an idea from Becky over at Welcome to the Good Life

A weekly Q and A!
How far along? 12 weeks and 4 days
Total weight gain:  0-1 pound, depending on when I weigh myself. My mom and sister are betting on how much I will gain, which makes me wonder what they think of my eating habits!
Maternity clothes: Most of my regular sized pants are super snug and uncomfortable. I can wear my stretchy jeggings (like in the pics above) with no problem, as well as anything with a jersey waistband. I did buy a pair of maternity jeans that I've worn twice--they are a little big right now, but they are so comfortable! My mom and I went shopping for several tops this past weekend, but I haven't worn any of our purchases yet. 
Sleep: I could sleep all the time right now. I'm totally in bed by 9:20 every night or I am a grumpy, grumpy person the next day. 
Best moment this week: Telling my students at school. They were so excited! One of the little girls kept saying, "Ms. Natalie is going to get a baby!" like I would pick it out at Walmart when it was time. After I explained that I already had the baby, but it was getting stronger inside me, she kept patting my stomach and calling me "Ms. Mommy Vereen-Davis" the rest of the day. I was so happy that they were happy for me!
Miss anything? Sweet tea, Diet Cokes and caramel Frappachinos. Yum yum yum. 
Movement:  Nothing yet. I'm really excited to finally feel the baby!
Food cravings:  Anything salty or savory. I've particularly been in love with Chik-fil-A's Chicken Caesar Cool Wraps. I could eat them three times a day. Pizza, pasta, and anything buffalo chicken has also been a big draw lately. 
Anything making you queasy or sick?  I'm hopefully over most of the queasiness, but I still don't like looking at or smelling raw meat. I still have a complete and utter aversion to all things sweet, though. 
Gender:  No clue. We're finding out at the end of January!
Labor signs:   Thank heavens, no.
Symptoms: Sleepiness, random bouts of crying, food cravings. 
Belly button in or out?  Still looks exactly the same--in!
Wedding rings on or off?  On. I told Landon he was going to have to buy me a sparkly replacement when that time comes. I'm not holding my breath.
Happy or moody most of the time:  Mostly happy. My students haven't even gotten to me yet, which I definitely would have thought would have happened by now. 
Looking forward to: Finally having a real baby bump, rather than the pizza/ beer gut it looks like I'm currently rocking.

The Day My Life Changed

September 29, 2012.

One of the best days of my life so far.

The day I found out I was pregnant.

I'd suspected something for days at that point. I'd just felt weird and not myself.

Landon and I spent the day with my parents. I went out with my mom and sister to do some shopping but got tired and wanted to go home after just a little while.

I ate piles and piles of barbecue from this place down the street from my mom and dad's house. I love barbecue (especially from this place), but two one pound sandwiches in one day is a new record. Other than the barbecue, I didn't want to eat anything.

And I was thirsty. Like, stranded-in-the-Sahara-without-a-canteen thirsty.

After the Clemson game was over that night, I was exhausted, despite having slept through most of the first half. I mentioned to Landon how odd I was feeling, and he immediately wanted to go buy a pregnancy test.

I kept telling him it was too early, and that we needed to wait a few more days. But he insisted. We'd driven separate cars over to my parents' house, so he stopped by the pharmacy and picked up a pack of three.

Those two minutes waiting for that second blue line to show up were excruciating. And then, all of a sudden, there was a very faint, but still blue line. Definitely positive. But to be sure, I used the other two tests!

We were pregnant!

I kept telling Landon, "I knew it! I told you!" while he bounced around the upstairs of the house, pulling out the few baby items we'd collected up to that point.

I'd wanted to surprise him in one of those super cute ways you always read about, but when it came down to it, the way we found out--together--was completely us. We're pretty much attached at the hip anyway, so I can't imagine not finding out, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in our tiny bathroom, both of us squinting at a stick.

Diagnosis: Tadpole, Or Why I Need to Make More Room on My Bookshelves

Tadpoles, doctors and books don't have much in common. At first glance. But let me explain:

Lately, I've been tired.

Not just "I've had a long day at work and need to relax" tired, but "I am going to pass out on the couch like an old person at 5:30." Back in my sophomore year of college, I had mono and had to withdraw from school for eight weeks. My recent tiredness made me fearful that I had mono again, which is impossible because (like chicken pox) mono is a one-time deal. (Thank heavens.)

I've also been weepy. I bawled at the ending of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part I. You know, where Dobby dies. Normally, I'm a sucker for sad movies and can often be found shedding a tear at Hallmark ads and Disney World commercials, but this week, I was crying as if Dobby was my long lost twin or something. "Sobbing uncontrollably" is probably a better description.

That sounds pretty awful, you might say. Poor Natalie! 

But oh, it gets worse. Much worse.

Everyday as I sit in my little classroom, working with my elementary age students, I start to feel a little odd. My delicious snack of pretzels and apples begins to look about as appetizing as a pile of sand. Drinking cold water helps a tiny bit, but not enough to make me feel all better. My stomach feels as if I'm on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic during a hurricane. Blech. I LOVE eating. I love trying new foods. And now, I am miserable at the thought of a snack or my next meal. Food has become something to bargain with rather than enjoy.

And the worst part of all?

I haven't wanted to read AT ALL. Extremely odd of me, who went two extra years to get an advanced degree in Literature and who has devoted my life to teaching Literature to others.

Code Red, everyone! Something serious is going on here!!

But what?

And that brings me to the reason why I need to make more room on my precious bookshelves.

We're going to play that old favorite of mine from Sesame Street: "One of These Things is Not Like the Other Ones." What's different on the above bookshelf?

Okay, time's up!

Anyone spot the awesome book "Little Hoot" on the very right? While it's an awesome book, it wasn't bought for Landon or myself. Instead, it's for the newest (future) reader in my life:


Tadpole, which we're expecting in June 2013, has been the basis of all my recent woes. But I am so willing to work through those problems as the thought of being able to read to my little one come next summer.

I hope that helps a little to explain where I've been this whole time. Landon and I are so excited to share this with everyone!

*Please note: our baby's name will NOT be Tadpole Davis...it's just what we're calling the baby until we figure out what we're having in January. We're unique, not crazy!

And It's Been Another Month Since I Posted...

I feel as sorry as this little puppy looks.

I've been on blog break for a while now. I never sat down and consciously thought, "Oh, I need to get away from blogging for a bit." It just happened. One day life picked up speed and I figured I would get back to this little blog when I could.

But then another day passed.

And another.

Until here I am, almost two months since the last time I posted.

I'm glad I had a little break. It was needed, regardless of whether I planned for it or not.

But boy, oh boy, do I have some things to share with all of you.

TOO MUCH has happened since I stopped blogging, and I am just dying to get my fingers on the keyboard and pound out those posts that have been rolling around in my head all this time.

So, tune in tomorrow for the first of (what I hope is) many new posts. There are some exciting things happening around The Adventures of the Vereen-Davises!!