Memorial Day

Originally, our Memorial Day weekend had grand plans of taking a trip down to Jackson Hole for a little hiking and picnicking and riding to the top of mountains on ski lifts. But the weather had other plans. And it decided to rain and hail.

So we improvised.

{We hadn't really wanted to get out of our sweats anyway}

So we went to the video store. And checked out FOUR different movies.

All time record for the Poulton house.

Then we broke every rule in the book, went to the grocery store hungry, and played the

"throw whatever our heart desires into the cart and make a run for it before we realize how many name brand items we actually threw in there" game. *gasp!*

Not pictured: mac and cheese, Oreos, spicy pork rinds {gag me} and tomato soup. Yowza, the randomness.

The heavens opened when we ate our asiago french bread and goudy's garlic herb cheese spread. Also, there was singing and much rejoicing.

And then we made a giant blanket bed in our living room, watched movies and ate our feast the whole rainy day long.

Hooray for really crappy Memorial Day weather!

timing

Believe it or not, it took quite a little while for this bump to happen.

A whole year of bump trying. 

For some, particularly those who have been trying for much longer, that's not a lot. For others, even three months is a long time. And it is.

Deciding to start a family together is a HUGE decision. One that can take a lot of thought, and discussion and prayer. And once that decision has been made, all signs pointing to GO, you're thinking "yes! let's make this happen! It's baby time!" ... so you try. 

And then you keep trying. And trying some more. And months and months go by. And you think to yourself ... wait a minute.

I thought the answer was YES. 

Yes family.

Yes baby.

Yes now.

Oooh. That's a yucky feeling. Fertility is so precious. So beautiful. So part of womanhood. Even the faintest thought that infertility might now become part of your vocabulary is sickening.

So you try a new tactic. And you try not to think about it.

But it doesn't work very well.

And you wonder if you're broken. 

Or maybe he's broken.

And you start to feel doubt about that overwhelming feeling that you know had told you 

YES. 

FAMILY. 

NOW.

{And maybe you're also a little bitter about all that money spent on birth control pills. When, hey ... looks like your dang body didn't need em after all.}

evil mind thoughts of about 6 months ago

But THEN. We hit the year mark of bump trying. And another really happy year of marriage. And I began to feel at peace. I was grateful for Tys and the three years we'd had together. I didn't doubt that we had started trying when we were supposed to. It had felt right then. And I wasn't going to doubt it now.
I'd never really had an experience with having to accept my Heavenly Father's timing before. It was a difficult thing! But we resolved that we were happy, we were doing what we knew was right and good, and we trusted in His timing. {With the resolve to medically help the process along, if necessary, after our move to DC}

But then ... that happy day March happened. In a grocery store bathroom stall. When I burst into happy tears over an unexpected plus sign.

I don't know why it happened when it did. Maybe it really was because my stubborn self finally learned to trust in Heavenly Father's timing. Maybe it was because my little ovaries finally made the perfect egg. {thanks ovaries!}

This post is IN NO WAY saying, "relax, stop thinking about it, have faith ... and it'll happen!"

Because every woman, every story, every life is different. And there is no one standard answer or method for starting a family. I know that.

But I AM saying that I'm so thankful. So happy. So blessed that our babe could finally make it. And that I get to use my body in such a beautiful way to bring this sweet new life into our family. 

And I am grateful for Heavenly Father's timing. It's not my timing. And it's perfect.

We love our little so much already. Oh happy new adventure!

Awkward and Awesome Thursday!

Yoga gear that I pretty much never take off c/o Purusha, shoes: Nike Outlet

Awkward

- Telling husband, "I think I just peed in my pants a little" and him responding "You little cutie" This is how you know that husband is not really listening.

- Yes - involuntarily peeing in your pants a little. Prego bladder problems starting a bit soon? I think yes. I'm going to be the funnest old lady someday. Maybe even with my own Depends commercial. "Yes! You too can be fashionable and wear diapers! Get yours today!"

- Mistaking a babies clinic for a rabies clinic

- Having a student intern draw your blood. Or do ANYTHING around you with needles for that matter. Oh woops ... missed your vein! Op! Missed it again! haha! that darn vein!

Oh HA. HA. Yes. Keep going! This is fun!

At least, I got quite the manly bruise to impress husband with my bravery that day. Bonus: They also had fairly cool band-aids.

- Husband and I being massively entertained by my uterus. ie: Laying in bed in the mornings, tipping my hips side to side, watching the large lumpy rock in my belly {ie: the magical uterus} sliding from one side and then to the other. It's a wild one, it is.

- The PDA going down in the public parks now that the weather's nice. Seriously people. We can see you wrestling. Put a ring on it.

Awesome

- Husband made a little photo collage for his desktop wallpaper. He entitled it: "Syd's Supreme Hotness" An especially helpful reminder for incredible displays of hotness like below.

- My new body pillow. It has a fuzzier than life pillow cover. And it does this to my hair.

Let the love affair begin.

- Corn on the cob. And string beans. The babe's gonna come out slathered in butter and salt I tell ya. 

- Our new bikes! Mine is grey and mint green and pretty as a pea. It's going to take up lots of summer nights and try to make my booty nice and cute-like. We're all very excited about this.

- UHM. The taco bus?! Why did we not discover this small-town treasure before? Street tacos for breakfast - sign me up for 3

- The Voice - two thumbs up. The Office - two thumbs down.

- Memorial Day! Bless your heart three day weekends. You know just the right time to come around.

- When husband and I's sleepiness is exactly in sync. Resulting in fabulous 5'o clock naps. During which we convince ourselves that we shouldn't feel guilty because we'll never get to do this again.

Yea ... 

It's been a while peepers! Link up your Awkward and Awesome's here!

Let's get into bed and watch the Oprah finale

Pants: H&M, Top: c/o Spool No. 72, Sweater: JCrew, Shoes: Gift from my thrifta sista Sarah, Lipstick: Maybelline Color Sensation in Fuchsia Fever
These are the words husband seductively whispered into my ear last night.
I mean, does he know how to get a girl hot or what?

Behind the Scenes Vid!

It's up you guys! The vid from this trip!
And it makes me miss my little California family so so much. Sad face.
Take a little gander if you'd like.

And if you missed it before, here's the photos from the shoot!

Threadsence and Ruche

 

{P.S. Have you seen Ruche's dreamy new lookbook? They shot it at the same location The Notebook was shot! You know ... that LAKE .... ooh la la}

Now you see it, now you don't

 Jeans: Gap, Top: c/o Spool No. 72, Vest: H&M, Clutch: c/o Ellington, Lipstick: Maybelline Color Sensation in Fuchsia Fever 

My belly that is. I just amaze myself with my disguising abilities. Vertical stipes baby. That's where it's at.

Yesterday we took another Sunday drive. It's turning into a nice little summer habit. Except this time we found a itty-bitty, pretty cemetery. {weird? weird} But it had huge trees and old benches. Public property, that unlike a park, no one ever visits so it's nice and quiet. Perfect place to drop the back hatch and spread out a quiet picnic. And talk about which head stones we thought were the nicest. And which ones we'd like to have. And then talk about what Creeper McCreepersons we are for discussing such a thing at our age. Shame shame.

we partied

Remember that little party we had ... way back a whole month ago? Really? You do? Awesome. Well I finally got my bum into gear and put these pictures together.
{A HUGE thank you to our ahmazing photographer Rognon Photography. You were magnificent.}
You girls who came {and those few brave boys} were amazing to meet. I LOVED it. LOVED. You have no idea ... it was the best party of my life. This kind of thing needs to happen every three months or so. Agreed? Agreed. Except for the part where I'm the party planner. Cause that puppy is crossed OFF my bucket list. Anyway. The peeps who came were AHdorable. Every single one of em. And I've got pictures to prove it. Wanna see? These were just a few of my faves.

who is that guy? do not even remember seeing him there. sorry sir. no 'fence

{I love that I got little surprises like this while looking through all the pics ... I had no idea we were getting so creative over at the photobooth. bravo your hotnesses}

Like I said ... best party of my life. You people MADE it. And it wouldn't have been the same without you. To see all of the pics, {and snag some for yourself!} ... you can visit the photo stream here

This party would absolutely NOT have happened without the support of our sponsors and local business. So a HUGE thank you to:

Pizza Pie Cafe {food!}
Panache Clothing Shop {Brandilyn was my right hand gal!}
The Cocoa Bean {and more food}
Rognon Photography {fabulous pichas}
Playing Grown Up Shop {chalkboards}
Kiriwaffles {photobooth props}
AAAND
to all our sponsors right there on the right who donated items for our prizes and giveaways.
THANK YOUUUUU!!!

oh baby

 {everyone please drool over baby husband and his bow tie.}

You guys! We're so overwhelmed! Thank you so much for your enthusiastic and sincere words of congratulations yesterday ... your sweet tweets, facebook messages and comments ... gosh! We are feeling the love! Husband is traveling this week, but I made sure to fill him in on all your loveliness last night on the phone. You made our day! Thank you!

I tell you what, I was bursting at the seams to finally announce our little bebe. A few of you predicted what was going on when there was less posting. And you were right. Dude, making a baby can be hard work! I've had quite a few down days this first trimester, a lot of which were spent wearing the same comfy T-shirt and leggings over and over again ... thus ... a significant lack of picture days. That, and Awkward and Awesomes {and you thought I'd forgotten!}. But I've been saving up those special awky little moments just for you. And we shall resume all talk of our embarrassing selves next week. Pregnancy has a special way of making me about 50x more awkward than I already was. How exciting.

So. Deets. We're about three and a half months along with only about 5 and a half to go {every half counts kids}... with baby set to arrive right around Thanksgiving. Sometimes it seems like a lifetime away, but now that some of my energy is starting to come back ...and I've stopped throwing up in parking lots ... 5 and a half months doesn't seem bad at all. I get more excited about my changing body every day. And it's so exciting to see the bathroom scale changing too. Every pound is like a victory point for our healthy, growing alien child. Although I think my newest, and most fabulous additions might have stolen a victory point or two as well. Husband is so proud.

Speaking of alien child ... I swear, some of the growth illustrations in our baby books freak me out ... in a "oh. look at its sweet little body trying to catch up with its gigantic head" kind of way.  It still looked holy-cute in our ultrasound though. Good job baby!

Also. YES. We're finding out what it is ... at our next appointment in 6 weeks. eee! I think it's a boy and husband thinks it's a girl. I'm right of course. My only wish is that the bebe comes out looking like husband ... and acting like me. Then, we shall have created the perfect child.
Sounds easy enough.

hello little lemon drop

we're so happy you could make it

{baby/food measuring idea inspired by this lovely. and also here}

berries, barefeet, sunshine, blanket, park

a most splendorous Saturday afternoon

sunday drive

Shoes: c/o Frock Candy, Pants: UO, Top: UO, Purse: c/o LeMode Accessories

Yesterday was brilliant. Warm and sunny and breezy. After church, husband and I went on a hunt for a small park to have a BBQ with friends at next week ... and it ended up turning into {gasp!} ... a Sunday drive. We NEVER go on Sunday drives. Or drives period. We're a go-go couple. If we're in the car, we have somewhere to go. So we go. And then we drive quickly to our next destination.
Like secret agents.
Or like people who desperately need to go grocery shopping.

Anyway. We pulled back the sunroof and went exploring in our little town. It's amazing that you can live in a place for 4 years {especially a farm-ish place} and not see everything there is to see.

Or discover the most perfect secret place to go on walks.
Of course, only 2 months before you move away.

I've cursed this town up one side and down the other. And now that summer's here, suddenly I'm an old sap.
Typical

now he's done it

Shoes: Aldo, Skirt: F21, Belt: UO {husband's}, Top: UO, Clutch: c/o Le Mode Accessories
Today I came home from school to find husband standing amidst a very scrubbed living room and kitchen with his arms spread and a great big "ta-daaaaa" on his face. He then proceeded to lead me around the house to admire his handiwork. Starting with the couch, at which he proudly spread the cushions apart for me to admire how well he had "cleaned the cracks"
I just left that one alone.
After the tour, he pronounced "Gosh. Who knew I'd be such a good homemaker?"
Proud wife moment right there.
If husband doesn't watch out, he's gonna have a permanent sugar momma on his hands. I could get used to this.

P.S. I JUST got myself a Pinterest. And I have one pin.
It's macaroni and cheese.
Off to a very inspiring start.