Being Catholic & Furniture shopping.

So, Scott was born and raised Catholic and attends church regularly. I haven't attended church much since moving out of my parents house, but went regularly as a kid. We agreed a while ago that church is a good environment for kids, and that once we had a family, the kids would be raised Catholic and we would go to church.

I haven't gone with him at all since we've been married, but knowing that this baby will be here in 19 weeks and figuring I should start making an appearance before we ask where to sign up for her baptism, decided today would be a good day to start going. I'll be honest, I have no idea what is going on in catholic masses as they are pretty different from the Methodist services that I am used to. I felt like a bit of an imposter and underdressed in my sub par maternity clothes (these Grand Blanc catholics are fancy!). But, I went, and Scott told me more than once how happy he was that I went with him, so I suppose I'll keep going. But the shared communion cup freaks me out and I don't think I can get down with that. Also, what's up with no cushions on the pews? I've apparently been spoiled with cushioned pews. But, hard pews and germs aside, I'm hoping that since we have no friends in the area yet, we can meet new people (there are a lot of young families at this particular church).

After church, I asked Scott if he wanted to go to Art Van to look at furniture for the baby's room that I had seen online earlier this week. I told him it wouldn't take too long (he had a lot of yard work to do and we are running out of nice days). But, then, 4 hours later, we were home with a dresser, night stand, and chair/ottoman ordered and poor Scott only had about 2 hours of daylight for yard work.

I am STRUGGLING with colors/decor for the nursery, but we ended up with a gray chair, so we now need to incorporate gray somehow. We were lucky enough to get a free barely used crib from a friend who had two kids under 2 (yikes) and therefore had to buy a second crib. It's white, so we were looking for white furniture. Here's the what we ended up with:

So, I'm glad the furniture is set. Furniture shopping, while fun in theory, never ends up really being fun and somehow takes your entire day even if you know what you want when you walk in. Also, when talking to the lady at Babies R Us (where we got the chair), I told her I had a lot of time to decide since the baby isn't due until March. She then proceeded a high pressure pitch into why I should register there and TODAY because "March is right around the corner." Which stressed me out. March is NOT right around the corner, lady, and registering is way too much on on top of furniture shopping day. I had aspirations of trying a new recipe tonight, but we ate taco bell for dinner and called it good.

Now we have to choose a rug and paint color. We're getting there...

21 weeks in...

I decided that now, at 21 weeks, and things already starting to be forgotten from when I first found out I was pregnant in June, that I should probably start writing things down. Also, I'm going crazy making decisions and as great as he is, Scott isn't always much input into baby info (blind leading the blind around Buy Buy baby). So, maybe I'll even get some tips on here!

Up until now
I found out that I was pregnant on Thursday, June 20th. I had been off of birth control about 3 weeks, and only took a pregnancy test because it was my sister's wedding weekend and I thought I should check before I drank that weekend. I was shocked when it came out positive. I bought the cheap rite aid brand test, so blamed that and took another one later. Yup, still positive! I always thought I'd tell my husband in a cute way (a la Becky and Uncle Jesse on Full House where she makes him miniature food) but I was too in shock to pinterest something cute and instead, stumbled into our bedroom where Scott was still sleeping and mumbled "umm..it's positive." He smiled, said something along the lines of "that's cool" and rolled over to sleep some more. So then of course I called my mom and told her, and my sister, and the doctor's office. I told them I needed a pregnancy test because I had had a positive one at home. They said "well, if it's positive at home, you're pregnant - you don't need to come in." Apparently they are only wrong sometimes if they're negative. I politely insisted on a blood test and they were nice enough to oblige. I must have looked pretty nervous because the lady who drew my blood gave me a hug when she left. So, fast forward 24 hours, got the confirmation!

The funny thing is, the other two bridesmaids in that wedding were pregnant too, so my sister had three pregnant bridesmaids. I drank diet coke all weekend (before I learned that diet pop is a pregnant no no), thinking all eyes would be on Erin and not me, but of course we got asked from multiple people at the wedding WHY ARE YOU DRINKING POP? ARE YOU PREGNANT?! Ah well, I've never been very secretive.

Erin and her 3 pregnant bridesmaids

Wedding Party

Aren't they cute? 

Fast forward about 17 weeks, two OB-GYN offices, two (failed and headache producing) attempts at registering, two baby books read, about 13 pounds gained (depending on how honest I'm being with what I weighed before I was pregnant), a few hundred of dollars spent on semi-ugly maternity clothes (because that's all that is out there and you can't go naked), one crib put together and TOO MANY baby clothes purchased, here we are at 21 weeks, just past the half way point and starting a blog!

My goal is to be honest with my cluelessness as we venture into this crazy world of babies and parenting, and to have an outlet and a documentation for the changes happening in our lives. And then once she is here, to share pictures and memories with our friends and family and to have something to look back on on the harder days when I may need a smile :). Enjoy!