Let the count down begin...

Khage Roland Whitehead

I am so excited to say that Bradley and I are having a BOY.

He's nineteen weeks old and the doctors say everything looks great.

He is about the size of a bell pepper.

We both crave Carls Jr. like its no buddies business...

At our last appointment we spent an hour and a half trying to get him to move around for a decent shot of his face... I still don't have one.

He is not affected by Orange Juice like most babies are.

I have officially gained five pounds and cannot wait to gain more to prove to the world that I am in fact pregnant and not just FAT.

Once we found out this baby is a boy, we both agreed it's mine... see post below.

I am now so excited for the future trip to LegoLand!!!

So far we have gathered this much about our son:
he has big feet for his his little size... very interesting considering Grandma Shaw has skies for feet.
He punches me every evening around five'ish and randomly again from eight until I fall asleep.
He hates for anything to be sitting on him including the laptop right now.
Due to our inability to get him to show us his face he may either be incredibly mellow or stubborn as heck... so much like his father or much like his Auntie Fressia.
His current position is upside down... which is so cute because Dad likes to hang upside down to relieve his back pain.

So far I have yet to meet my Little Main Man but I am so inlove with him... I cannot wait until November 30th.

Who will get to be the favorite?

As I am seventeen weeks and rolling right on into eighteen weeks and I am preparing myself for the final say of whether this child will be mine or Brads. Of course we will share full custody and the child will love us equally, but we have to face the fact that depending on whether its a boy or girl, one of us will get to call this child mine more then the other can. All girls adore their fathers and all boys are little mama boys, so I really hope this child is mine (aka a boy) because I want to be the favorite parent. Maybe that's kind of immature, and maybe I will be thoroughly surprised one day when our son likes Brad more... but its my first baby and I want it to cry and need my greedy little self. The bad news is I cannot decide for the life of me which one I really think it is, here is why:

The Chinese birth chart says I am (and when I say I am I mean we are) due for a son.

The pencil and yarn trick also agree a boy is in our future. In fact it read BOY, BOY, then finally a GIRL.

I really want to name our daughter Harlyn Mae and I wanna steal it before it becomes one of those popular names that everyone is slapping on their daughters...

I am so excited to name our son Khage Roland and just today a coworker of mine swears she heard a mother yelling at her son "Khage" to stop running by the pool.

I keep having dreams about having a son which leads me to believe that my mind is playing an awful trick on me and I surely have to be having a daughter.

I have already purchased a few items and as much as I want them to work for a girl, they are way too boyish to deny.

I want to go to Lego Land really bad, and if we get blessed with a daughter she may prefer DisneyLand over the Land of Legos. (Doesn't actually apply here but I thought I would throw it in anyway)

People keep saying based on the way that I am carrying and my pregnancy glow... it must be a boy.

Every time I walk into a baby store I am drawn to pink little frilly numbers and maybe its one of those galaxy magnetic pulls or something...

What do you think? Maybe I could always just go to our ultrasound appointment next week and have a professional tell me and be done with these childish games.

I never thought I would say this...

but I'm trading this:

For this:

This:


For this:


And these:





For this:


Lets just hope they dont notice!

Move it down already...

Just to save everyone from having to stare at Teddy's booty in a diaper, I am posting nothing about nothing to move it on down already. Expect to hear something coming from this way very soon... so ya'll be sure to come back now you hear.



Oh and I thought this was so darn cute, I laughed about it for minutes.

I'm the baby got to love me...

Sometimes I get this crazy little desire to start a family. I see people all of the time with their cute little babies, doing cute little things and wearing cute little stuff and it just makes me want to go out and get me one of those. Because baby time is far away I have created a fairly decent substitute. I can only hope that Bradley will find this little cutie as accepting as a real baby child.

When The Cats Away...

With Brad out of town, my schedule has cleared up ALOT lately! I have found myself faced with some serious amounts of alone time and without the presence of another human being. Of course I go to work, but once I clock on out of there I am immediately on my own for what becomes the duration of the night. Let me share with you what I (the little mouse) occupied my time with while the poor kitty (brad) was away...

First and foremost FOOD! I am not lying when I say I filled my belly, almost all fourteen days, with yummy delectable nachos... (consuming over 3 bags worth of chips and equally over 42 oz of goodness and totaling over 5,500 calories that I don't regret at all)


Then I made sure to arm myself with a little friend I like to call "get out of my house or your gonna die" (aka. Brads gun)...! Do I even have to mention what a great shot I am? because I will mention it.



Of course I also became awfully close to Mr. Dyson; don't be alarmed hes not the neighbor's husband, the FedEx man or even the pool guy (which would be awkward because we lack a pool altogether) but instead our Dyson vacuum. With many restless nights clear of responsibilities, I resorted to cleaning the house strictly out of boredom.


Must you even ask? Of course I NetFlixed. Almost obsessively...


Then there was Baggera. I taught her old butt to do a partial rollover. We attempted paw for a good half a week but her stubborn self saw no delight nor pleasure in simply shaking hands with me... so we resorted to rolling over just enough to receive a belly rub with my toes. Isn't she excited?


SLEEP! Usually from 12:00 to 9:00 and alot more during the weekends. As you can see in the picture below, someone else found enjoyment in my laziness.


And Lastly, I released my inner "hippie slash woodstock'ish meets Johnny Cash" and strummed on ol' Betsy BlueRidge.




All in all: a productive two weeks! The only thing that's greater then the level of things I accomplished while Brad was away, is how much I miss my better half! I cannot wait for him to be back home with me and our little family! I miss you SVEETIE!!!

Karma Bites Back Twice As Hard

I just want to run down a short list of apologies...
Im sorry old man who I may have cut off the other day because, as it seemed then, your Buick didnt have the option to speed up at all past 45 on the freeway.
Im sorry customer that I got a little cranky with you because you happened to request a phone with every fancy gadget and jingle capability but desired it free of charge.
Im sorry fifth grade teacher that I hit that one boy with a chair, because it was my way of showing him that I like him.
Im sorry to all of society that I happened to have laughed way too hard at a silly joke and may, or may not have, disrupted your dinner or movie...
(this could go on for days)

Im just really sorry to the world because as it seems, I may be in for some serious Karma! I have had some pretty bad luck lately and it's as if I am getting paid back for many of things I did that were either rude, ignorant or just stupid.
This past month you may know from my previous blog, that I have visited the hospital. In addition to that Baggera was hit with a dually by her own daddy, Teddy Ruxpin was admitted to the docotrs for a puncture wound that resulted in an infection and an operation by Brad that involved a two inch thorn and an Exacto knife. Then Bradley became the owner of a so sad case of poison oak or ivy, and last but surely not least Koda got bit by a copper head snake the other day!



I just wish I knew what I did, so I could pay my duty back to society and come back into contact with my regularly supplied good luck!

You Dont Wanna See Pictures, I Promise!

I have a little something to say. Some of you may think its obnoxious, some may want to battle me and insist that I'm inaccurately stating information that I cannot prove, and others are simply going to ignore me and my minor outburst and that's okay. What I want to say, and do not take this lightly, but I am sorry to all you ladies in the world, married or un-married, because I am currently the significant other of the Whole World's Greatest Man, yep he's a WWGM. Ironic that my previous post explained that I suck as far as fiance'ism?? Ponder that later, lets get back to this: I Love Bradley!
I have been majorly sick for the past few days, and I mean Emergency Room, Doctors Visit, tail-bone infection thing, puking up my goodies and the whole nine yards. I will save you the gory details if you understand the intensity of the issue. Anyhow I was sick and Bradley took such awesome care of me. I have always felt that a persons colors show up the brightest when they are tossed into unexpected catastrophic events... I puked in a bowl repeatedly and he turned around and cleaned it, many times... that to me, and I'm sure to him, was catastrophic!
So one more time, I wanna shout it from the rooftops...
I LOVE MY WWGM (WHOLE WORLDS GREATEST MAN)...





Also as a side note, but no less important then my previous statement, Mrs. Whitehead is utterly amazing as well. She picked me up from work, when I couldn't get ahold of Brad, and brought me over some crackers and those little awesome Apple Juice Boxes that I'm extremely keen on and they always seem to make me smile. I still have not figured out why I love those JuiceBoxes so much, could it be the delicious tasting juice that resides just inside those little boxey walls, or could it be that drinking from a straw and doing a little squeezy squeeze action every minute or so just makes me feel little again? No Matter what I love about the juice in a box, my real appreciation is for Mom; Thank you, Your the Bestest!

GoodBye Best Fiance Ever & Welcome Lamest Fiance On Earth!!!!

Man oh Man! Let us say, for the stories sake, that you could have the worst day ever, what would that incorporate? Maybe your house is caught on fire and possibly someone you know is stuck inside, and maybe that someone you know was actually inside your house because they broke in with the intent to steal all your valuables and sell them on ebay for double what you paid for them! Would that day qualify as a "bad day"? I would say so, but what if we could claim today was an even worse day for me because... I forgot Brads birthday!!!! There I said it! I forgot!!!!! Whats even worse about it all is that we just celebrated the day of his birth early to insure his father was present for the celebration. So technically I remembered, thanks to his mother, and turned around and forgot again. I have the attention span of a goldfish apparently! I know what your thinking... isn't it even worse for Brad that you Jamee forgot about him and the day his mother gave birth to him? No, I say because hes a man who simply doesn't care about being older or celebrating this special day, he only cares that he has one up on me for the rest of my life! On one very special day that we will share, I will wait around and wonder if has forgotten the holiday (any holiday pick one, birthday, anniversary... OH NO CHRISTMAS???), and he will simply have the luxury to say "I forgot and I don't care that I forgot, and because you forgot my birthday, you cant care that I forgot either"...

So here right now, in the very chair that I sit at during work hours (sorry boss) I have come to terms with two things:
1. I am not the fiance that I pride myself on and tell others that I am, instead I am a "no happy birthday" giving girlfriend until around noon!
and
2. One day I will wait around for a gift that is never coming!!!!

I just turned this sad circumstance into a poor Jamee moment, when in reality its Brads birthday!!! Yep bloggerworld that just happened!