Happy 28th birthday, most wonderful husband.

Once upon a time, Brikaeli and Tanner Guzy went to a wonderful land called Oregon. It was green and warm and ocean-y and wonderful. 

We went about a year ago, and we're dying to go back. Me, especially, today. Here's why-

Both grandmas! Nana and Grandmother

Unfortunately, no, he's not naked.

The above and below are inside of the lighthouse

Don't go anywhere Oregon, we'll be coming back

This is baby before she's born. She's done a horrible thing to my belly button. 

This is me refusing to buy actual maternity clothes (cute maternity clothes on a budget? NO EXIST) and instead buying things a couple sizes too big. 

This is my husband

And this is us with our favorite most wonderful nephew in the whole world ASHER THE SMASHER

I promise I'll be formatting this here blog and making it all sorts of pretty and awesome in the very near future.

I am about to be a mother. Ugh oh no another mommy blog! I suck at keeping a journal. I suck at remembering to take pictures. I wish my parents had been more consistent at it, and since I made up my mind by the time I was seven to do everything better than my parents had done, I figured I'd best get started.
June 21st! Summer Solstice! The longest day of the year and it's supposed to be all mine to labor through. Honestly? I can't wait. I realize I will most likely feel differently (meaning less thrilled) once the real contractions actually start, but for now- I'm excited.
Our Italian Greyhound, Otis, will probably be the first to know when I'm about to start labor. Ever since I got pregnant I often wake up in the middle of the night to find him staring me straight in the eyes, as if to say "The fetus and I have been communicating. She would appreciate it if you stopped with the jalapenos. They're hot." He's a creep of a dog. I believe that's why we're such good friends.
The fact that I'm about to drop a baby hasn't quite fully registered with my husband the good Sir Tanner yet. I don't think it will until the sweet little creature is in his arms, breathing tiny breaths into his chest.
We've been going to a Lamaze class together once a week. After watching all the husbands/boyfriends practice attempting to help their wives through contractions, I completely understand why men stayed out of the delivery room for centuries and ever. While I will desperately need Tanner by my side, I will not be asking him to do anything but sit and hold my hand and make the stupid jokes he's all too good at making. Just like I pray he never asks me to help him fix his motorcycle. I will stand by with the flashlight for three hours, I'll bring down glasses of water, but  please don't ask me to correctly rewire the millions of tiny colored things through the panel of thingies to match the other thingies. Please.
We're beyond ecstatic to be bringing a little Frankenguzy to life. I'm only sort of excited to keep up with a blog (my kids may not give a flying piece of bat poo about what my life was like before they infiltrated it). Nevertheless, pictures and more words to come soon.
Love, B