8 weeks

So even though our little "secret" is out, I feel silly talking about it! I feel like I am barely even prego! I'm only 8 weeks along and the truth is you just never know! Every little thing makes me worried that something is wrong because its so surreal right now, I can't feel it or see it or anything else so its hard to believe I've got a little person growing in me! 

I haven't been to sick until a couple weeks ago, and even still its not that bad, I've thrown up twice now, but I'm constantly stuck in that feeling of nausea, which sucks! My emotions started kicking in this last week and I've cried a few times, mostly over stupid things! This morning I burst into tears and cried for a good 15 mins before I was able to control myself and get some mascara on before I went into work! 

My biggest symptom so far is fatigue! I feel like I can't do anything for more then 10 mins with out needing a nap! I've got a handful of family sessions to edit and sitting at my computer not only makes me feel queasy but I also have a hard time keeping my eyes open, so I get up and walk around every five mins and that really makes it hard to concentrate and get in a flow! I'm hoping this wears off soon and I'll have some of my energy back! Just when I finally got something from the doctor to help my fatigue I go and get myself pregnant and cant take my prescription anymore lol, go figure right?! 

Anyways before I get sick I better go and take a walk around the office!       

Surprise

Guess who's having a baby! WE ARE!!! 

{HUGE thanks to Rayni for taking our pictures this weekend!!} 

Don't Hate

I'm not going to even try to hide my excitement for this film to come out! 

9-11-11

I woke up on Sunday to the sound of trumpets playing at the near by armory, It was a peaceful yet saddened  reminder of what that day now stands for. 

10 years ago I woke up and went to the bathroom to get ready for school. Even though I was only a sophomore when I turned on my radio and heard that a plane had just crashed into the WTC, I knew what that meant. I stood in shock listening and the more they spoke the less I believed. When I realized it was real, I fell to the floor and cried. I forced myself to get out the door and had the radio on in the car, I remember my friend trying to change the station saying "why do I care whats happening in NY" and I remember telling her this was going to effect more then just the city of NY! 

As I sat on the cold hardwood floor in my dance class we all watched in horror as we witnessed people jumping from the buildings, then the first tower fell, there was a girl sitting next to me and I don't remember her name but I remember she had really curly hair and she yelled out and then broke down sobbing. I don't think there was one person in the room that didn't have tears streaming down their face and I'll never forget when the second tower came down the chaos of trying to figure out if they were replaying the first tower falling or if the second tower really had just crumbled. The day seemed to move in slow motion and a few hours later I just couldn't take it anymore. I left school early, and drove home in the rain. I curled up on the couch and cried the rest of the afternoon as I watched the news. 

Some of us were to young to grasp the reality, some of us just not mature enough to realize the importance. 

I spent most of my Sunday morning watching the live events in NY and as the names were read of the loved ones lost, again I sat and cried. For each of us its a different memory, but it has changed all of our lives forever! 

It is amazing to see strangers comforting strangers, and I am proud every day of my life to be able to call my self an American. 

To all the lives taken to soon that day, and the men and woman who have lost their lives serving our country may God be with you till we meet again.