Week 8 - Morning sickness, grumpiness and fatigue, OH MY!

Well this week I will be updating for the both of us - Christina's quite a bit under the weather. And I wanted to apologize for our late post, our good friends that are TDY here in Hawaii are staying with us so we had a WAY TOO busy weekend.

As much as I wanted to whine about how wifey is always sick and mood swingy, I think I'd rather share with everyone how much fun we're really having with this whole pregnancy thing! Almost every minute we're involving the baby in our conversation. We can't stop laughing because I always refer to the baby as "he" or "him" and Christina always uses "she" or "her." Even in the same conversation.

"Well, you DO know that he will be a baseball allstar, right?"
"But what if she doesn't want to play baseball?"

And I probably pick on Christina the most for her newest trick - "It's not me - it's the baby." But deep down inside I love it. It's so adorable, and I have the perfect story to share with you guys.

This past Friday, we decided to spoil ourselves with pizza from Pizza Hut. We were gonna have just us time, relax on the couch and maybe watch a pay-per-view movie with our pizza. Well let me tell you, I like my pizza very simple. Cheese, extra cheese, every now and then I'll go crazy and toss pepperoni on it, too. But Christina, on the other hand, likes every ingredient under the sun on her pizza - supreme. All kind of meats and green gross stuff. Anyways, we always get one pizza supreme, one pizza extra cheese. This last Friday we sat down with our pizza and it suprised me that she had 2 of her pieces, and one of mine. Now, being the loving, understanding husband that I am, I was totally ok with parting with a piece of my pizza. We loved our little pizza date and I ate all but 3 pieces - the perfect amount for left overs the next day. Well my wonderful angel-face of a wife decided then that she wanted a FOURTH piece - of mine. At first I was like, but I don't eat your pizza, so why don't you just have a piece of yours if you're still hungry? She responded, with that twinkle of "you know I'm cute" in her eye, that she didn't want her pizza, she wanted mine. When she realized I wouldn't budge on my decision of withholding my precious last pieces of pizza from her, she used the line - "But it's not me that wants your pizza, it's Baby. She wants cheese pizza."

So of course, I let him have a piece of my pizza. BUT THEN, wifey had the audacity to take one bite and put it back. OOOO the nerve! So I told her that since she had a bite, she has to eat the whole piece. Afterall, there's nothing worse than going to grab a cold piece of pizza out of the fridge and it be missing a bite. So after I gave my first official order as Daddy for baby to eat the pizza, I naturally won't let Christina live it down. So when you family and friends all talk to Christina about the baby, could you toss in some pizza etiquitte knowledge to her? =)

Anyways, we're having such fun picking on each other. Since she still has her tiny little body and isn't showing, I can get away with telling her she's fat. (I hear that has to stop when she actually gets fat.)

And one of my newest things I learned this week - my wife taught me that massaging her feet actually helps the baby out a lot.

Wait a minute.. I'm not getting anything on Google search when I look that up. =/

Haha anyways, I have so many little stories to share that will just have to wait for our posts down the road. Works great and I just found out I get free paternity leave when Christina delivers my son! That's awesome!

We love you all and miss you more that ever!

(Maybe Christina will get on this week and write something so check back!)