Poor Kitty

Our poor Kitty (Shennie, I know that you don't and won't feel that way, but I do). She's slowly being kicked out of "her" room. When we bought the house, we knew that we'd have to move the cat out of the room we put her stuff in once we had a baby. So now we've begun the process by moving her food dish and water fountain out to the kitchen. She knows where it is, and seems to be adjusting OK, but today when Ben and I got home, we found that Kitty had up-chucked in three separate places; living room, kitchen and in her old room. No hairball, she just outright puked. We think it might be related to the fact that things are changing around here.

Moving on....

Today was the last day for my co-worker, Missy. She was SUCH fun to work with. She has a really funny sense of humor and always found the funniest part of any and all situations. She was a great confidant for me to vent about work related stuff (in other words, my interactions with my boss... which is a whole other blog for somewhere down the road, that's for sure!). Missy will be severely missed by me.

I am happy about the gal who's filling Missy's position, though. She seems like a very sweet, nice, fun gal. We're about the same age, so I'm hoping that we'll have some in common. Although, so far it appears that she as more in common with my boss, which could mean that I might feel slightly alienated, as my boss has a tendency to talk with anyone but me while at work. But I digress... I look forward to getting to know my new co-worker.

Moving on again...

Our basement got water damage AGAIN. The second time in a month or so. Grrr. This time, my brother-in-law came out to install an outlet on the outside of our house so we can get a sump pump installed in our basement window well. We strongly believe that the window well is the source of the leak when it rains heavily. Hopefully, the sump pump will make a difference.

It's a GIRL!!

Or at least so says our ultrasound tech. We had our ultrasound on Monday, and the tech said the baby that I'm carrying is a girl. Yay! I would have happy either way, of course. And the best news from the ultrasound is that she's healthy. All her organs are there and appear to be developing normally. Phew.

Although the tech did give us some interesting news that I wasn't necessarily expecting... we're going to have a very long baby. And she's bigger than other babies at the same stage of development. By about 30%! She didn't give us a length measurement, but did say she's taller than other babies at 20 weeks of development. She did give us a weight estimate, though. She said that the baby is about 12 ounces. Other babies at this same point in development are about 9 ounces.

Now, I should say, I'm not surprised that I'm going to have a big baby. Hello! I'm not small and neither is Ben. I just was surprised that the tech could predict those things this early!

During the actual ultrasound, I got glimpses of what she looks like, and she reminds me of her cousin Madison. I think that she's going to look a lot like Ben's side of the family, which is not bad. His family is good looking! And all of our nieces and nephews are cute, so I'm not at all upset that our baby will be following that trend! I am slightly biased, though.

Komen Race for the Cure 2008

I participated in the Komen St. Louis race for the Cure again this year. But this year, I was walking with a more personal purpose! This January, my friend, Mellisa, was diagnosed with breast cancer. She recently completed her eight rounds of chemo, and she'll begin her radiation therapy any day now. I am so proud of her during this incredibly difficult time. She has maintained a very positive attitude and a good sense of humor throughout the process.

Here are some pictures from this year's "Race." (I didn't run... big surprise right?)

Me, Jill, Jessica (my sister), Lisa, Cynthia, Jenae, Karen, Brock (in a "Save the Ta-ta's"), and Brock's mom (can't remember her name)

Ben and me

The crowd ahead of us

The crowd behind us

My sign for Mellisa! It said "I race in celebration of Mellisa D. Mellisa: 8 rounds Chemo: 0"

You can't see my hat, but it said "FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION." I know that Mellisa will appreciate that! ;)

Those of us in the green shirts were promoting vitamin D and the connection with breast cancer and cancers in general. My sister, her hubby and their co-worker Jill all wore signs that gave information about vitamin D. We even had a few women ask us about it! If you're curious about the links between low vitamin D and breast cancer, go see the Vitamin D Council website.