The votes are in & so are the results...

Out of my Blogging Buddies:

• 16 said Boy
• 9 said Girl

Out of my Facebook Friends:

• 7 said Boy
• 2 said Girl

The majority of the votes are wrong. It's a GIRL!!!

It's a what???

GIRL!!!

I always get a little nervous at my Dr. appointments. I don't know why I am typically not a worrier. I am too naive for worrying, but there is something about a Dr.'s office that puts butterflies in my stomach. Although when they put the warm ultrasound gel on my stomach it helped me relax a little bit, and as soon as I could see her little feet it put me at ease. I was amazed at how fast she had grow. She went from being a jelly bean to a kit kat bar (yes I refer my baby to candy) in just a few weeks. I wasn't prepared to be so emotional about it either, but seeing her little fingers and toes made everything seem so real. She became more of a human rather than a little alien looking thing, and with such a little personality. She a little busy body in there. She was moving around like crazy, no wonder I have been so sick lately! She was a lady though and kept her legs crossed the whole time, just as I expected. She looked like she was sitting on a lazy boy she had her arms propped in the back of her head and her legs crossed almost like she was taunting us. I am glad that she is at least enjoying herself throughout this whole thing. She is a fisty one, and definately has a mind of her own. Definately her father's child. I really didn't think she was going to let us see her little girl junk, but I thought oh that's okay I already know that she is going to be a boy, and as soon as I thought that she spread her legs just a little bit, so the tech could tell us the gender. She said alright there's a leg and there's a leg, her bum, and it's a girl!!! I was like wait what?...a girl?...seriously? How could I have been so wrong. Bryce smiled, looked at me, and said see I told you it was going to be a girl. I was totally surprised I guess we are going to have to think of some girl names now. I made Bryce take me shopping so I could get a tiny little onsie that said daddy's girl on it. I couldn't wait to tell everyone either since I had convinced everyone that she was a boy, but everyone was so excited about her being a girl because lets me honest girls are so much fun. I am excited that she is going to have little cousins her age. BCF's are the best!!! not to mention all the adorable little hand me downs that we will get!! I can't wait to do more shopping!!!

What do you get when you mix a Cox with an Erickson?

... A cocky Erickson

So we don't know the gender, but what we do know for sure is this kid is going to be a MONSTER!!!

Cox Genes:

• Very Temperamental
• Irrational
• Lazy
• Competitive!!!
• Exaggerator
• Shy

Erickson Genes:

• Stubborn
• Opinionated
• Competitive!!!
• Loud
• Not helpful (This one only really pertains to Bryce. I asked him to help me think of some Erickson genes, and he was so not helpful!!!)

However we were pretty cute kids...

It looks like we can count on our kid having chubby cheeks!!!

Vernal is the cure

So as you know 14 weeks was a bit of a doozy for me. It was probably one of my sickest weeks thus far, but as soon as we got to Vernal I was feeling a little better, and I actually felt like eating a little bit which helped too. I guess all this baby wanted was to see our favorite peeps in Dinosaur land. I just wish I would have had more energy, so I could have hung out more rather than sleep the whole time!

Love you guys!!! You'll have to come visit us soon, so my baby won't want to kill me again!!!

LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking...

...a dangerous past time, I know!
(Sorry that's from Beauty and the Beast. I am still a little caught up about the whole Disneyland thing! I can't wait!!!)

But Seriously, lately I have been having the hardest time thinking about things. I just get so confused with things that should not be that complicated. Bryce was trying to explain to me about when a football team scores a safety, and I still can't figure out for the life of me what on earth he was saying, all I know is that you get two points when you do it, and something about an end zone, which I already knew. After a while of him explaining I could tell that he was getting frustrated, and so I just said oh okay now I get it...

The other day I couldn't figure how much money to leave for a 20% tip...my friend could tell that I was confused and she said, "If you want to leave a 20% tip, then it is about a dollar."

When we were planning our Disneyland trip I was trying to think of the best way to plan our Disney days so that I could spend the most time with my cousin and get the most out of our money... The next day I realized that my ideas were totally off from what I was trying to accomplish.

I am starting to feel like my mom. She's really sweet and really smart, but sometimes I wonder what is going in the cute little head of hers, now I am thinking that this is when it all started...yikes!! Of all the things I thought would happen during pregnancy, this was not one of them!

Anyways on to what I was really going to blog about...

Lunch time always gets me thinking. What on earth am I going to eat, and is there anything out there that sounds even remotely appetizing? The answer to that is usually no, but lately I have been thinking not what sounds good going down, but what would sound better coming back up??? I always throw up in the morning, and I have come to the determination that cereal is not that bad, and it is a whole lot better than what I had this morning... hash browns...ugh!!!

I have also been thinking that if restaurant's aren't going to let you eat off the kids menu, or the senior citizen menu, then they need to make a third menu choice...crazy prego ladies!!! And why does everything have to be super sized, why can't they make a 1/2 sized meal. I was thinking this today as I could only eat 1/3rd of my six dollar salad. What's worse is when you throw up that 6 dollars. Bryce made fun of me the other day when we went to subway and I order the kids meal. It comes with a 4inch sub rather than a 6inch, apples, and a chocolate milk. It even came in the cutest little bag!!! Bryce was a little annoyed with ordering from the kids menu at first, but then when he saw how excited I was about it, he laughed. I asked him if he was a little jealous, but he smiled, shook his head, and said, "No I am completely happy with my 12inch sub, but I can tell that you are pretty happy about your kids meal." He was so right! I couldn't have been happier, even if I couldn't eat the apples. I saved them for a snack at work for the next day!!!

P.S. All that Shiz that I was talking about in my last post about finally reaching the light in a dark tunnel was a bunch of BS. I would give anything to go back to week 13 right now!!

Crying Babies

I am not going to lie I am not a baby holder especially when they are newborns. I know that is kind of weird since I am a girl and I am suppose to like that sort of thing at least I am sure that's what most people must think because people always ask me if I want to hold their kid, and I can't just be like, "um not really, but thanks." So I always end up holding the squirmy little alien looking thing, and it always starts crying. I usually get a little uncomfortable and hand the kid over the Bryce, who is equally as awkward as I am, but babies seem to like him more than they like me, and they settle right down. He claims he is the baby whisperer


I was with Penney and her in-laws the other day, and she was holding their baby, but the door bell rang or something so she handed me that baby. I had just gotten done saying that babies didn't like me because they always started crying when I held them. He seemed pretty content at first, and the parents told me that their baby doesn't cry unless it is hungry or gassy, but right when they said that the baby started squirming and crying. What can I say babies hate me.


As every Monday comes I always have a little freak out session because I am one week closer to having this thing. All I can say is I hope he likes me, or this could be a long couple of years!!

Reaching Light in a Dark Tunnel

I made it to my 2nd Trimester!!!!!! and I feel better already. I have gone from hating, loathing, and despising food to just not having an appetite for it. Now I can eat other things besides really starchy foods. I am mostly craving fruits and salads. I only get really nauseous in the morning and sometimes in the evening...or if I smell something foul. Driving doesn't really make me sick anymore either, which is good since we are planning on Driving to Didneyland in October. So needless to say I don't really need my anti-nausea medicine anymore, and therefore I haven't been constipated. However I am super gassy!! not to mention still super tired all the time, I am still a little moody, and I have reached a bloody nose phase. I get bloody noses everyday and I never know when they are going to attack! I got one in the car the other day and I didn't have anything to stop it. It felt like some had turned on a faucet and broke off the handle. I had blood all over my face, hands, and shirt. It was terrible, however there was a Wendy's close by so I ran in there and cleaned myself up. Since then I have learned to trade in my crackers for tissues.

What a Weekend!!!

This weekend was full of surprises!!! I don't even now where to begin! Check it out!!

Herriman Fire 2010

I went to my mom's house in West Jordan, only a 15min drive from Herriman where I live, for dinner around 5 o'clock or so. On the way the way there I noticed some smoke, but even more so I could smell it!! It was a really windy day so I was hoping it wouldn't spread too bad. After dinner I went to Bryce's parents house to discuss Disneyland plans, and by 8 o'clock you could really smell the fire. There was some breaking news on the TV saying that they had evacuated 1,200 homes in Herriman and that if you weren't in the area, then you shouldn't go there. I kind of wanted to stay in West Jordan the smell there was giving me a headache as it was, and even though they didn't evacuate our house I couldn't imagine what it would smell like there. But we headed on home anyways. As we started on our way home this is what it looked like from Bangerter Highway It totally looks like a volcano had erupted. When we got to Penney's I could tolerate the smell, but it was pretty bad!!! We could see everything from her porch in the backyard. You could literally see the flames as it drew closer to houses, you could see the fire trucks and ambulances. Jades house did get evacuated, and by the looks of the fire I was a little worried for her house... and Duke. But everything was okay. I tried to take a few pictures and then that was all I could handle, so I went to bed, but Bryce went on the roof to get a better look at things he said that you could see the firefighters push the fire back so that it didn't touch the houses, and he saw a few of the houses burn up in flames. It was almost like watching a movie, but it was all so real. I wish I had a video camera. I was just in awe about the whole thing, but I found this clip on youtube. I think they were actually a little farther away then we were. The whole thing was pretty crazy!!!



By the morning I was expecting to look at the mountain and for it to be black, but actually it didn't look that bad! The news reported that there were no major injuries and that only 4 houses got burned. My heart goes out to you and your families. Great job to our city council and to the firefighters out there risking their lives to keep us safe!

Moving!!!

My mom told me at Sunday dinner that she is moving! I think she is a little crazy, but only because of timing, other than that I am pretty excited for her to be in a place that she can manage on her own, and that she can grow old in. She moved just a block down from my grandparents and they couldn't have been more thrilled about the whole thing. I am not going to lie I am going to miss the house in WJ. I grew up there, my memories are there. My dad is there. I found my husband living in that house. I hope the person that moves in there will enjoy that house as much as I did!

Pregos Afternoon Out

One of my fellow prego friends call me this weekend and informed me that 3 other girls from our graduating class were also prego and they were going to start a little crafting club. I was so freaking excited I mean you can't get much better than pregnant woman and crafting!... unless you could add icecream to the mix!!! We decided that we were going to make a scrapbook for our little ones. The only problem is that only one of us know what we are having, but that didn't stop the rest of us. I might have bought stuff more on the boy side, but secretly hoped that I could buy girl stuff, because lets be honest girl stuff is way cuter than boy stuff. I kept asking the girls if I could decorate with flowers and glitter even if it was a boy. They were sweet, and let down gently. I was in a particularly confused state of mind that day. I could not figure out how you scrapbook and not make it girly??? But after a few hours at the craft store I thought of a few things. We went to Chili's afterward for some lunch, which I particularly loved because no one really understands a prego's eating behavior like another prego. Although nothing sounded all that great to any of us, except for some fluids. We all found something to choke down. One of my friends ordered Fries...classic prego choice, and the rest of us ordered soup and salad, but none of us could finish our meals. In fact my one friend and I decided to share our meal. I am pretty much out of the I HATE FOOD phase. I still have my moments, but now I just don't have an appetite. I am lucky if I can finish a kids meal, which I love!!! I hope it last all pregnancy long!!! Afterward I went back to my friends place. I felt kind of bad because I might have let something slip...I am prego you can't control it. I didn't say anything, but I could totally smell it and I know my friend could too. (Another lovely prego trait) It didn't really smell that bad, but when you are prego everything smells like 10x worse. I am pretty sure she wanted to puke, but she didn't say anything, so if you are reading this I am sorry!!!! Anyways besides that little incident it was such a great afternoon. Thanks for the invite girls I can't wait to get crafting and hanging out with my fellow pregos!

Where dreams really do come true

All I really wanted for Christmas last year was a trip to see my cousin, and all of my favorite peeps in the AZ. Santa Claus was tricky I didn't get a plane ticket, but I did get a little toy plane all wrapped up. I was a little confused at first, but Bryce helped me understand that Santa was trying to tell me that my dream of seeing my BCF would come true. However as time went by our finances and the timing of everything just didn't quite work out, and then when I got pregnant I thought I for sure I wouldn't be able to see her this year. I don't know if it is a Christmas Miracle or just the Magic of Disney, but it turns out coincidentally that my BCF and I will be at Disneyland at the exact same time. It's a small world after all!!! I can't wait to see my cousins and my aunt. Disneyland really will be the happiest place on earth. I mean what is better than shopping, riding rides, dressing up, trick or treating, and watching parades with some of my most favoritest people the whole wide world. I am almost giddy thinking about it. I feel like a 5year old little girl again!

boy, girl, twins, triplets?

I love all the theories out there on finding out whether you are going to have a boy or a girl as if waiting 4 months is really that hard. I look forward to not wanting to puke more than I do the gender of the baby; however, I have tested a few of these theories just for the fun of it. Here are some of my answers:

• The Pencil test (Using a piece of string and a pencil you hang the pencil by the string over your wrist If the pencil moves up and down the length of your arm, you will have a boy. If the pencil moves side to side, you will have a girl.) The verdict....boy
• Chinese Calender (Add the your conception month and your age. If it is odd then you will have a girl, if it is even you are having a boy. Parents magazine claimed this to be 93% accurate) The verdict....boy
• Fudge, Fudge (The jump rope song, goes a little something like this, Fudge fudge call the judge Candice is gonna have a baby wrap it up in toilet paper send it down the elevator boy, girl, twins,triplets) The verdict....yeah I didn't test that one. Just walking up the stairs makes me winded
• Online quizzes. I took two of them one said that I was going to have a boy and one of them said that I was having a girl.
• Fortune tellers. There was a lady at the hospital who claimed to be psychic. Bryce and I are both a little resistant when it comes to that sort of thing, but she was telling everyone that she wanted to meet him, so he decided what the heck. She told him that she saw him surrounded by little boys, but then at the end of their conversation she asked him when his little girl was going to get here. The verdict.....??? I think we need to get a fortune teller interpreter so I can understand what she meant by all of that.
• Dreams. I have had 2 dreams where I am holding a baby girl in my arms

I am pretty indifferent on whether my baby is a boy or a girl. My only concern is that it is strong and healthy

The Life of a Prego

I found out that one of my friends from college is due just a couple of weeks before I am. We have been e-mailing each other back and forth about life as a prego. I told her it was nice to have someone to complain to other than my husband, because as great as he is, I just don’t think that he gets it sometimes, and actually I don’t need him to get it or to feel sorry or to fix it. All I need is to complain about it. All the complaining felt so good that I decided to blog about it. So here I go with all my word vomit and all the other juicy detail about vomiting.

At 5 weeks I became nauseous and have been ever since NONSTOP. It started off as a level 5, but every week seemed to get progressively worse to a constant 8-9. It is worse in the morning than any other time, but like I said before pretty consistent throughout the day. I have come to the point that I forgot what it feels like to be normal, so when people ask me how I am feeling I just shrug my shoulders and tell them that I am fine. If I am not puking then I consider myself to be pretty good. At week 9 however I faced my fear, not willingly, I cried the whole time. My cute little hubby came to my rescue. He brought some drugs, a toothbrush, and toothpaste to my work. I think I have only puked 5 times in my whole life prior to being prego, and it was just as bad as I remember it to be, however I can’t complain too much about that since I have only actually puked one other time since then.

I feel like for the first time in my life I hate food and I despise eating which I actually don't mind. I have wished my whole life that I could feel that way about food the only problem is now I feel like I have to eat so I don't puke even if the thought of food makes me want to puke. I can’t distinguish if my body is hungry or if I just want to puke. So when Bryce asks me what I want for dinner. I tell him that I don’t care I only planning on eating 3 bites and calling it good. I only eat enough to keep me from getting too sick. The only thing that ever sounds good is icecream.

My doc gave me some zofran to help with the nausea, they said side effects may cause constipation and headaches. Well I haven’t gotten any headaches, but I also haven’t pooped for like a week. I have never been constipated before so I didn’t really know what to expect. The first time I felt like I had to poop I was at the doc’s office I was getting ready for my first pap smear, and as I was waiting for the doc to come back I told Bryce that I was really gassy, and I was nervous that I wouldn’t be able to hold it in with my legs spread wide open, but even if I tried pooping right now I don’t know that anything would come out. Bryce made fun of me long enough that I decided I better at least try. I didn’t want to make the pap smear any more awkward than it had to be. My doctor recommended that I put more fiber in my diet, so I tried eating some fiber one bars, but just the thought of them made me sick, so Bryce bought me some fiber supplements. The recommended dosage on the bottle said that I needed to take 5 pills 3 times a day. That freaked me out I am not use to being a druggy, taking my prenatals is hard enough, and don’t even get me started about birth control pills, how do you thing I got prego in the first place! Anyways I popped my pills on Sunday and on Monday morning by the time I got to work I had to run to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if I had to puke or if I had exploding diarrhea. I think my body got confused it wanted to poop, but the only thing that would come out was vomit, so I spent the first 2 hours of work puking every 10min. My boss sent me home, but I had to stop twice before I made it there. Nurse Bryce helped me once I got home. He gave me an enema, which kind of freaked me out, but I was desperate for something to stop the pain and the puking. He waited on me hand and foot for the rest of the day and my cute little puppy dog would not leave my side. She laid by me the whole day.

You get winded just from walking up the stairs.

I probably sleep 9-10 hours a night, not including sneaking in a mini nap if I can.

You have to Burp like 50 times a day even if you haven’t eaten anything, and all of them taste like vomit.

People always ask me if I am showing yet, but the truth is I was fat to begin with and fat people are harder to tell if they are showing. I always had a belly on me, and even though I have lost 7lbs since beginning this whole thing I definitely don’t feel any skinnier from it. I just feel totally bloated, but if bloating means that I am showing I guess I have been showing since about week 5. A big belly isn’t the only thing that is growing. I can hardly fit into my bra. I think that will be the first piece of prego clothing that I buy.

I guess to sum everything up being prego brings out all the b’s in you, which are: barfing, bloating, burping, big boobs and bellies, and beotching to everyone about.