Well, since post numero uno there has been some significant change. Well, I should say there are things in the process of change. At the time of my first blog I thought I was alone. Not in the sense of being a hermit, but alone in my body. In fact, I was not. A March family trip up north to Flagstaff, the good old Monte Vista Hotel to be exact, resulted in complete relaxation. We had the best curry dinner, shot fab tequila, listened to a great juke box and played round after round of video bar games while laughing at Flag patrons. Apparently this exact formula results in making a baby, for us. I wouldn't have had it any other way. In fact, the above photo was taken right before baby makin'.

I didn't test until end of April (all 3 tests lit up positively within seconds). Which frightened me a bit. Since the March 18th adventure there was celebration after celebration. But really, when isn't there? I have quite a crew of social drinkers in my life. And I don't mean wine and cheese parties. Whiskey please. Dirty martini? Yup. Open a 4th bottle of champagne with the ladies? Duh. But, after seeing my Dr., May 6th, she said things would be fine. Unless, I was waking up in the gutter not remembering the night or even week before... binging she called it. I love her. I haven't woken up in the gutter in years! I'm safe. Or more importantly, the baby in the alcohol infused cooker was safe. Phase 2, being sober for the first time in FOURTEEN years. It’s actually been a lot easier than I thought. We don’t go out much anymore anyway. Especially in this heat, lack of funds helps too (when we do go out to dinner now and it’s $20. WHA?? ). The Phoenix life is quite a snore anyway. Thankfully, I lived it up while we had a “scene” in the 90s and new millennium. Enough about that, someone will read this and turn me in to CPS before the child is even out.

I am 17 weeks. I feel great. Haven't been sick at all. Haven't gained any weight either, even lost some. I'm sure it’s because I'm not consuming the above empty calories OR eating giant burritos before bed. According to the other prego ladies and mom friends in my life, I’m really lucky. More importantly Mark and I are really excited and truly thankful this has happened. It had been a year in the making and I had “given up”. :)

We’re pretty sure it’s a boy and get that confirmation July 29th. I can’t believe I’ll already be ½ way done at the end of the month. Time is already flying by. I feel like I should be preparing more for this arrival but at the moment my biggest concern is not paying retail for a pair of Mama J Brand pencil leg jeans (which I plan on not fitting into till at LEAST Sept). I better enjoy this carefree train of thought while I can.