The Cat's out of the Bag!

So....those of you who happen to read this and/or follow me on Twitter might recall that I had a bit of a minor freak-out on Wednesday.

It all started on Tuesday when we decided that we were finally going to purchase our building plans for our house.  We were toying with the idea of paying the company to do the plan changes, or having our nephew do them instead (our nephew has agreed to do them, since the city engineer has to approve/certify the plans anyway, so why pay the extra $2000, right?)  We were all sorts of excited to be getting ready to buy our plans.

This started the first phase of the freak-out.

How much is building going to cost?

Will we get approved for a loan?

How long will it take to build?

etc., etc., etc.


Add to this the stress of finding a sitter so that I can go to Quilt Market in SLC.  PLUS playing catch up on my quilting after taking a week off in April for my grandfather's funeral (Did I mention that?  He was a great man....will do a post later about him when I have more than 2 minutes)  PLUS! I haven't exactly been feeling well lately.  I've been really tired, like the tired where 8 hrs of sleep still isn't enough.

I went home Wednesday in the middle of the day and discovered something that made me freak out a bit more than before.


I took 4 tests.  Yes, that's right. 4.  I wanted to be SURE.


Well, since pretty much everyone knows already.......


Marshall is going to be a big brother!  He is super excited, as are Mike and I.  We're freaking out a little about where baby is going to go in our tiny little split-level rental, but have already started dejunking and throwing things away in an effort to get the house ready.

Yes, baby won't be making an appearance until somewhere between Christmas and just after New Year's (secretly I'm hoping for December over January - hello tax credit!), but I want to get as much done as I can while I still feel good.....and before I look like a gigantic whale.

I don't think Mike cares what it is, but secretly I am hoping for a girl.  I would love a little girl. And then I could make a TON of cute clothes for her!  Boys just don't look good in cute ruffly skirts/dresses.  haha


Also......shhhhhh! We haven't told my parents yet....we're waiting for this weekend, so if you see them, don't say anything!! :)