I'm in a cleaning frenzy!

And you know why I'm in that cleaning frenzy? Because one of my friends is coming over to help me clean.

Yep. I'm that kinda girl.

My housekeeping skills have been lacking for a long, long time. I've never been one of those women who naturally enjoys keeping things in order. Don't get me wrong; I like for things to be clean, I just hate being the one who has to get them there. So my house has been on a downward spiral since I started working again. I basically wait until things are starting to look rough, and then I'm like, "Hm. I should probably clean that." Laundry? I'll just ignore it until I have no clean underwear left and then I'll throw in a load. Oh, and when it's done, I'll leave it in the dryer.

But this is where it's all gonna change. I put in my two weeks notice at work on Monday, so I'm going to be a housewife again as of March 6th. And I do not want to be the same kind of housewife I've been this entire time. My husband deserves so much more effort out of me. He works so many hours each week at a job he doesn't like that much, because he wants so badly to provide for our family as well as he can. All I have to do is clean, and I haven't been holding up my end of the bargain. So I'm going to clean this dang house. I'm going to KEEP the house clean once I get it there. I'm going to organize things (thanks, Pinterest!) and I'm going to keep a cookie jar stocked with freshly baked goodies. (Ok...maybe not.) I need to get into this habit before the baby gets here, or else I'm going to have a whole lot of adjusting to do at once. Also, I need to keep up with laundry better because we're planning to cloth diaper and that is going to be a WHOLE lot of work on its own, without having a ton of other laundry to catch up on, as well.

Wish me luck. It's hard to stay motivated.

How I met DH

For some reason today, I'm feeling especially mushy. I've been looking through some old pictures (on Facebook, hah) and remembering when DH and I met and started dating. I feel like reminiscing out loud, (by typing?) so enjoy! I'll try to keep it from being terribly long winded.

When I was a freshman at WKU, I was dating a very controlling, clingy guy. My social life was hurting, I was barely "allowed" to talk to guys...I was miserable. With the encouragement of a few people, I finally broke it off with that guy...ahh, freedom. I felt like myself again. I spent more time talking to new guys, not really getting into relationships but enjoying the idea that I could, if I wanted to.

Fast forward a few months and I was having a rough day. I got a text from my friend Bryan asking if I was coming down to his Bible study. The girls at the study were all going to spend the night at one house, and the guys at another. I turned him down and told him that I was feeling blah. He responded with, "Hey, if you're feeling bad, a Bible study is the best place to be!" So I threw together an overnight bag and headed to meet up with the carpool. They drove me to meet up with someone at a gas station (yes, my future DH was that someone) but due to some miscommunication, someone had told him to go ahead and leave. So I rode with everyone else and made it to the Bible study on time.

When I walked in, I said hi to my friend Bryan, and then looked up and thought, "Dang. That guy over there is seriously cute." You got it, I had just checked out my future DH for the first time. We instantly hit it off. We sat next to each other during the study, played spoons, went on the hayride (hey, don't judge, it was in the country) and had a great time. At the end of the night, I was sitting on the porch swing and he came and sat on the steps. I told him that there was plenty of room on the swing...and when he got up and joined me, I thought "Hmm...I wonder if this guy likes me." I would later learn that when I offered him a seat next to me, he thought the same thing. :)

The next morning, he intentionally let my ride leave without me so that he could drive me back to Bowling Green. And that was the start of a very good thing. :)

Out of the secret baby closet!

Our first ultrasound was last night. If I had to use one word to describe it, it'd be "magical". Seriously. It was just the most amazing thing. Yeah, I've had ultrasounds before, but they were a panicked, "Oh my gosh what's happening, is the baby ok" kind of deal. This time it was scheduled and exciting and wonderful.

My mom, MIL, DH and I all went out to dinner before the u/s. (Fajitas for me. Om nom.) Then we headed down to the u/s and got started. I asked him to immediately tell me as soon as he saw a heartbeat, and moments later he pointed it out on the screen to me. Then he turned up the volume and I just cried. It was awesome to hear our baby's heart beating strong and healthy. DH got a big grin on his face, and my mom and MIL crowded in to watch the screen and get a first look at their grandchild. We brought a memory card with us so we have video of the whole u/s. Holla.

After we got home and I called my grandma to tell her, DH and I talked and decided to go ahead and come out on Facebook. (Because, you know, nothing's official until it's on Facebook.) We had a huge response...lots of love and support and congratulations.

So without further ado, here is Baby K!

We are so excited and so blessed! Can't wait to find out if Baby K is a boy or a girl. :)