Vernon Lloyd Lewis

Just kidding.

Everybody asks me what we're going to name the kid. We don't have a name yet. However, we do know that it is a boy. We found out today. If they said it was a girl, I would be more hesitant to believe them. However, there it was - a little penis. The tech said there was no mistaking it. First week in October, we'll have a boy child in the house.

Carseats

I have a little car. I love my little car. My little car does not love carseats. I have two doors and 4 seat belts - no middle seat. It is perfect for my two little dogs. They each have their own seat in the back - with a window, and a console in the middle with cupholders for food, water, and a spot for toys. Where will they sit!!

I have done a lot of research on what carseat will fit in my car. I have found a lot of people with my same car and my same problem. I have narrowed it down to basically 2 carseats. One has been recalled and I cannot get it anyways. The other is - I am almost positive - THE most expensive carseat on the market:

http://www.britaxusa.com/car-seats/diplomat/

http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2927370

The Britax Diplomat. $260. For a baby seat! Granted, it is THE safest babyseat on the market. However, if I was that concerned about safety - I'd drive a Volvo. It is the Volvo of carseats, and you pay Volvo price for it.

It is a nice seat - but it doesn't come out of the car with the kid. It is strapped in to the car. Lucky me - with my two door vehicle -bending over to pick up the kid, not just reaching in to grab the whole seat. I will have to carry the kid everywhere I go. Most people say "buy a new car". If it were only that easy. My car and I are buddies. We've been together a long time. I will just have to deal with it.

I caught David looking for new cars for me online. He even got me into it for a couple days. I found a car that I really liked - I decided that I could live with that car. I called the guy up. He said there are no problems with it - other than the transmission doesn't work. David happens to have a transmission for that very car in our basement. He mentioned a "chip" in the front fender. I asked what kind of "Chip". That was all it is, a chip, he said. I asked for pictures. It is a hole - like a huge chunk of the fender is missing. It had been just about totaled and masked over. New hood/bumper/front end. I give up. You just do not know what you're getting. I know all the ins and outs of my car. I couldn't let that go.

Scary

So, two nights ago my dogs and I were taking a walk down our street. We have some pretty scary neighbors who have a couple of dangerous Pit Bulls and no fence. I figured that they were all chained up for the night (I know he chains them up at night because we hear them barking ALL NIGHT LONG). I was wrong. We are walking home and these two Pit Bulls come charging out at us. My first thought is about this thing growing inside of me. My dogs didn't even cross my mind. I have never put my own body before my dogs until now. I feel rather selfish. Especially since those Pit Bulls didn't want me - they wanted the snack on a rope that I was taunting them with.

So it begins.

Oh, I should tell you how it went. He was able to get the dogs back into his yard before they got to us. Not before the entire neighborhood came out to see what was going on. I sent Animal Control a nice letter. I told them that I had asked for help from them before, and we still have a problem. Now, I am purchasing a handgun and will take care of it myself. If they would like to help me before we have another incident - I would greatly appreciate it. We'll see if that gets that house a fence, or two less dogs!

Pitter Patter

So, it has finally happened. I don't think most people believe me. And why should they? I have been reading all my friends blogs - telling myself that blogs are for people with kids. Nobody wants to hear about that cute thing my dogs did today. Right?

So, I have finally begun a blog.

The odds have finally caught up to us. They always tell you about how birth control is 99.9% effective. Nobody ever mentions that .1%. Do not try to blame it on me!! Anyone who has known me for 30 seconds knows that this was not something I let slip by. The Lord has a plan for all of us. Mine apparently was not to have dogs exclusively for the rest of my life. Heck, if it was up to me I would be the crazy cat lady that lives on the corner watering her Astro-Turf in a bathrobe and curlers.

David and I went out for a nice dinner at the Museum of Glass. I got a sitter for the dogs for the weekend. I took all the precautions!!

After 5 years It finally caught up to us. I contracted Sperm Poisoning.

I waited the 12 weeks to see if this thing would stick. Then I told my friends - via text message. That way I didn't have to explain it over and over and cry every time I had to admit that I was indeed going to kick my dogs out of their room and resign them to the bathroom. Only 6 people got back to me to even consider this a possibility. Everybody else probably assumed it a joke. As if I would EVER joke about something like this. However, I can hardly blame the other 20 or so people who know me too well. I love you all.

We are now at 14 weeks, and I am still feeling the effects of early pregnacy.

Yes, we do want to find out the gender. It will make life so much easier.

I appreciate your excitement - as David is very excited too. It helps to know that so many of you love babies.

~Lisa~