"Morning" sickness, my ass.

How about "I-feel-like-I'm-gonna-ralph-23-hours-out-of-the-day" sickeness?

You know you live in the 'burbs when

you can hear a frog/cricket symphony outside your bedroom window. All. Night. Long.

Officially a Washingtonian

So if you're keeping track, WA would be the 4th state that I've had a driver's license in. The 3rd in the last year or so. And seriously, this was hands down the worst DMV experience ever. Well, I guess that would be experiences since we had to go twice.

Trip 1: Check in at counter to get our number. Double check list of documents needed and sit down. We had proof of identity (CA license) and proof of residency (car insurance policy.) After and hour we finally get called to the counter and it turns out that the car insurance policy I brought (with all the info on it) wasn't good enough. Apparently my lovely friend behind behind the counter thought it should have more pages. (What?!) So we leave and decide to come back once we've gotten a utility bill in the mail to use instead.

Trip 2 (two weeks later): Decide to get to the DMV right when it opens (8:30am on Saturday) to avoid the crowds. We get there right at 8:30 and there is a mile long line wrapped around the parking lot waiting to get it. So we wait in this line and get to the counter to get our number and we show the guy what we have - to make sure we aren't waiting for nothing again. Ok, utility bill is fine, but the CA license isn't enough to prove identity. After all, didn't we read the fine print on the list of documents saying that the CA license would need 2 other proofs if we decide to use that? Nope, we did not see this even though we read the list about 9,481 times. So we go home and pick up our passports - the ultimate proof of identity. Go back, wait in line again for a number, and then proceed to wait about an hour and half for our number to get called to finally get our stupid licenses.

It turns out that apparently getting a license is about as low on the totem pole as you can get in WA at the DMV. If you are there because you screwed up and need to pay them big fines you get to move to the front of the wait.

Oh and these were perhaps the rudest civil servants (and I use the term servant lightly) on the planet. After all, the guy keep telling us if we had been patient and read the list (which we DID) then we wouldn't have had problems. They also commented on Doug's California attitude. Ya know, because we lived there for like 6 months.

I guess its hard for the DMV workers to know everything about everything.

6 Weeks - According to Babycenter:

"This week's major developments: The nose, mouth, and ears that you'll spend so much time kissing in eight months are beginning to take shape. If you could see into your uterus, you'd find an oversize head and dark spots where your baby's eyes and nostrils are starting to form. His emerging ears are marked by small depressions on the sides of the head, and his arms and legs by protruding buds. His heart is beating about 100 to 160 times a minute — almost twice as fast as yours — and blood is beginning to course through his body. His intestines are developing, and the bud of tissue that will give rise to his lungs has appeared. His pituitary gland is forming, as are the rest of his brain, muscles, and bones. Right now, your baby is a quarter of an inch long, about the size of a lentil bean."

My First Maternity Purchase

Yes, yes, already! Its called the Bella Band and it may be the greatest invention ever. It looks like a tube top and you can wear it over your unbuttoned jeans and it holds them up. And if it pokes out from under your shirt, it just looks like a tank top.

Seriously, I am so bloated it is just ridiculous. When I bought this last weekend I though I'd need it once and a while for the time being, but already I need it with every freaking pair of jeans I own. Without this I would have to buy new pants already!

The only sucky part - to everyone beside Doug, I just look fat. Doh!

So much for glowing...

Seriously, right now I have skin that would make a 12 year old boy cringe! I mean, this pizza face is way worse then anything I every experience as a teenager (and it was pretty bad then.) Nobody tells you that when you get pregnant your face is going to explode... oh and by the way, many doctors don't think that traditional acne treaters are good for your baby. So... too bad?

Yeah, I just spent $30 dollars on special pregnancy safe fashwash... that may or may not help. Awesome.

My 15 Seconds of Internet Fame

http://www.hostessblog.com/2008/03/giveaway-winner-divine-and-branch.html