There's this one boy...

Well, hello there! I thought it was about time for me to do another post. How often am I supposed to do these posts anyway? Ever since I started this blog I am always thinking, "ooo this situation would make a great blog post" and then when I sit down to write out the blog post I can't remember what my clever idea was. Oh well. So as I start this post, I don't really know what I'm going to say. Can you tell? I'm putting it off...did you hear about Will and Kate's one year anniversary?...How about the secret service having some good honest fun while they're out of town?...hmmmm...okay I'll get started.

Let me tell you about this guy:

I like it when Kinzer grows a beard. It's nice.

As I sit here on my lazy bum with my throw-up bowl beside me (just in case) on this warm Fresno Sunday, Kinzer is in the kitchen making spaghetti and meatballs, because I told him that some spaghetti and meatballs from The Old Spaghetti Factory sounded so yummy. So he is whipping up some deliciousness for me. He really is the best. And everyone can say that their husband is so wonderful and great, but I have a hard time believing they are as wonderful and great as mine. 

Kinzer has been so perfect to me during this pregnancy. I might be dead right now if he wasn't around. Seriously. It has been a rough 2 1/2 months, and he has been a gem! A list of some things he has done and continues to do for me:

• Make me food. Even though he knew and I knew I would throw it up. (I'm getting a lot better at handling my hormone-ridden stomach and body)
• Making many runs to the grocery store for gatorade, tums, pringles (weird I know), etc...
• Constantly asking me what he can do for me.
• When he drives he tries really hard to avoid any potholes or bumps so that it won't hurt my stomach.
• Leave church early with me (which I know he doesn't like to do)
• Rubs my feet, gives me hugs, rubs my back, wipes my tears.
• Puts up with my roller coaster moods and listens to me complain.
• Cleans the house and kitchen. And it's probably cleaner than I leave it.
• Cleaned my throw-up bowl a couple times. So yucky! I couldn't stand for that one for very long, it was too nice of him.
• And the other night after I had finished up-chucking, he put his arm around me and said, "You don't deserve this, you really don't".

These are only a few of the things he has done for me and he'll probably never know how much it means. I love him, oh so much!!

Welp. I don't want to be a novel blogger, so I'll finish this post with some pictures that may be of some interest to you.

 Before the morning sickness kicked in and I couldn't handle the smell of anything, we were making fresh whole wheat bread a couple times a week. I think this was the first loaf I made:) Delicious!

 This is when we found out we were pregnant. Pardon my teary eyes, but this was a long time coming.

 Just had to throw in a picture of the spic-and-span kitchen that Kinzer always keeps so clean. I love him.

 Don't be jealous of my "sea bands". They are made for people with sea sickness, but they claim to help with any type of nausea. They worked great. And I wore them for 3 weeks. Yes, they gave me tan lines.

 This week Alison, Kinzer's sister, came to town for a few days and her and her 2 sweet babes stayed with us. I couldn't get enough of little Taylor curling up on her side zonked out. So cute! And it gets me so excited every time!!

 He made this while I was blogging. Holy Cow! Who needs Old Spaghetti Factory when you have Kinzer?

 And last but DEFINITELY NOT least. Our baby/booger/blob/gummy bear. Whatever you would like to call it. The perfectly round ball that you see is the yolk sack. WOW! It's so amazing to us. This ultrasound was at 9 weeks and we have another one a week from this Thursday which will tell us if this baby is a boy or girl! What are your guesses?

Now if you'll excuse me I need to go help my handsome husband clean up the kitchen. See? I'm not as lazy as this post made me sound.