Happy New Year!

I was very happy to see 2009 finally come to an end. It was a difficult year for me, except for the last couple months. It was such a relief to know that 2010 had begun, like starting with a clean slate. We spend the holiday at with our friends, D & G and Dan & Ang, with their respective cutie-pies, Claire and Bennett at G's cabin on Anderson Island. It was very low-key and quite relaxing. We spent a chunk of the time chuckling about what a difference a year makes. Last New Years at the cabin, G and I spent the night drinking champagne and white wine on the deck til 3 am and forecasting that we would not be hungover the next day because even though we were drinking different types of wine, they were from the same vineyard...sheesh. New Years Day was then spent hydrating with Vitamin Water and popping Advil like they were Pez, trying to keep last night's dinner down.



This year, we had a 4 week old baby, an 8 month old baby and yours truly, 16 weeks pregnant. G and Ang enjoyed some glorious champagne and I sipped on this:

Yes, that is alcohol free sparkling grape juice champagne. It didn't taste bad, it just didn't taste like champagne, I don't know why I even bothered. Anyway, I wish everyone a very happy and healthy 2010. Oh, and I posted a fun little poll on the right margin of this page...will Peanut be a boy or a girl?

It's out there!

I'm not talking about Sasquatch or the Loch Ness Monster. I'm talking about the news that we are having a baby (duh!).

We have told our closest friends, all whom were very happy for us and yesterday at the UW football game, (where our beloved Huskies kicked some Cal Bear butt!) the news spread even more. I must confess, this was my first Husky football game where I was stone-cold-sober. It was a different experience to say the least. Not only was it a balmy 30 degrees, but we had a nice wind come through that really gave a chill that went straight to the bone. But I was prepared:

UW sweater (check)
down vest (check)
hat (check)
gloves (check)
hand warmers (check)
wool socks (check)
fleece blanket (check)
cocktail to keep me warm (unless Vitamin water counts...then no..)

I wised up in the second half and got a decaf mocha...holy relief! It was fun sharing the news with our friends, but I have butterflies already for what is going to happen tomorrow. I emailed my new boss, the one I've met only once and that was at my interview, and asked for her to save some time for me to come by tomorrow to discuss some "logistics" regarding the new position I'll be starting January 1st. You know, logistical things such as, my office, cell phone, expense reports, my pregnancy, me taking a chunk of time off six months in to my position...you know, small, insignificant details. I'm incredibly nervous because I am so excited to start this new job, but I am even more excited about having this baby and I want my boss to feel confident that she made the right choice, pregnancy and all. Wish me luck!

Pants on Fire

I hate lying. Even worse, I suck at it. I'm pretty shocked that we haven't spilled the beans to anyone. Even after attending a wedding of a co-worker, where I sipped on soda water with a wedge of lime, no one found out! Actually, I'm thanking my lucky stars right now because having work collegues find out our secret would be the absolute worst case scenario considering there *might* be some changes going on at work involving a possible promotion...but that is for a different blog.

But I miss my family...I usually see them every other weekend for dinner and drinking my dad's yummy wine, but I really don't want to blatently lie to their faces, so I've just made up excuses for why we can't see them. I know a lot of people won't understand why we aren't even telling our family yet--we do have our reasons. However, I will be put to the ultimate test on Wednesday when I meet my girls for our usually monthly get tossed mid-week for no reason after work happy hour cocktail. Lucky for me (which is unlucky for Hubs), the Hubs is having surgery on Thursday, which will be my excuse to keep a clear mind and cut out early.

My first doctor's appointment is a week from Monday where I'll get to find out my real due date, get grilled with family history questions and get molested by that giant wand...all to see a picture of that little person that has been consuming my mind ever since I saw those two pink lines.