We keep getting the question...

"Why did you decide to tell earlier than planned?" Simple answer. We want your prayers! Prayer is amazing and I have no doubt that being lifted up in prayer can do anything but 'good' for us. We did not originally plan to tell until we were coming out of the 1st trimester. I'm only 2/3 of the way there, so there are still a lot of worrisome and tense moments for us. So far, I've been excellent. No problems at all and the baby is measuring right on schedule with when I suspected he came into this world. ;) But problems can arise out of nowhere and we know this. So I want to ask you now to remember us in your prayers at night (or any other time of the day!) when you're getting ready to fall asleep. Slip one little "and please keep Kacie & Judd's baby safe and healthy." in there for us. God can do amazing things and this little unexpected blessing can use all the prayers s/he can get.

In other non-pregnancy related news...Oakley got a haircut today. You wonder why that's so interesting? Well let me tell you. He has a rat tail. No, really, imagine his tail and how it normally looks with the long hair at the end. Now imagine that hair gone. lol. His tail actually ends at the end of his tail and has no hair. It's the most hilarious thing I've ever seen and Judd is going to have a field day when he gets home. Poor Oakley (snicker, snicker!)

I had my first mental breakdown yesterday over something totally stupid. I cried uncontrollably and knew as I was crying that it was stupid, but it didn't matter. What was I so upset over, you ask? Even though it's totally embarassing, I'll tell you. I had wanted to eat Mexican yesterday but was going to have to wait until after church. Around 5pm (church doesn't end until 7pm) I started feeling nauseous and really needed dinner. So I decided I'd grab us something before church. I took off in the car headed to my favorite carb-loaded place. Ah, Wendy's. The more nauseated I got, the more I started gagging. I had been stupid and not put a bag in my car for the in case situation of vomit. So I constantly gagged and forced myself to hold everything down.

I ordered our food and headed home, still gagging. I started eating a few french fries to calm my stomach and I continually thanked God for my morning sickness because it meant that my baby was doing well and assured me of his safety. (That's a really hard thing to do when you're gagging and wanting to puke on the side of the road, by the way.) I really wanted to keep a positive attitude.

I was absolutely starving when I got home. I raced and opened up my burger to chow down. They had done my hamburger incorrectly. Tears welled up in my eyes and the pity party ensued. I cried so hard over this hamburger having ketchup and onions and mustard on it. If you know me well at all, you know I like ONLY mayo and extra pickles. Very simple burger for me. In my mind, I was thinking, "How hard is their job, really? All they have to do is read the stupid screen and follow some directions! Now my burger is wrong and I can't eat it. I hate all fast food establishments!!!" Yes, I was being rude. Judd called right about the time I had alligator tears on my face and while trying to hold back laughter that I'm crying/borderline hysterical over a hamburger, offered to go get me a burger and have them do it correctly.

My sweet husband...I hope that's the last time I cry over something so trivial, but I fear it will not be. Thank you for putting up with me and especially for getting me the correct hamburger. I love you. :)

If you've made it this far, I commend you! Now it's off to try and clean this house because I have had ZERO energy for cleaning lately. Have a great day!