Almost crying over Chick-Fil-A...almost.

Before I was pregnant, Daniel and I didn't get fast food very often. Now, it's ALL I WANT. For some reason, the little one craves french fries with sweet and sour sauce or Big Macs from McDonald's or foot long cheese dogs. Since Daniel got a job making one of my favorite foods (sub sandwiches), I think my stomach is going to eat itself every time he comes home smelling like cooking oil and chicken. And yesterday, before Daniel went to a meeting, he did the unthinkable.

He got Chick-Fil-A. Without me. And didn't bring me any.

Unforgivable!

Okay, just kidding. In all fairness I was asleep when left and when he came home, but still! I would wake up for Chick-Fil-A! (Little Latta, if you are reading this, you see how crazy you made me.) Granted Daniel could have just not told me he got food, but he didn't understand the repercussions his honesty would have. I got all teary-eyed and angry for like five minutes, but it thankfully passed when I realized how ridiculous I was acting. Despite having really done nothing wrong, Daniel apologized for the unshared chicken nuggets. He has been forgiven but hopefully a lesson has been learned. Is she crazy, you ask? Nope. Just pregnant. Well...so yeah. I guess I am.

Moral of this story: Never leave me out of a trip to the Chick-Fil-A. You'll just hurt my feelings and make me want to eat my arm.

Little bites of heaven. If heaven is dipped in Polynesian sauce.

17 weeks...and counting.

Today, I am 17 weeks and three days pregnant with the little one. On August 6th, I will learn what exactly "it" is, and I think it might actually kill me to wait. Seriously. The sight of any baby clothes, down to tiny baby socks, makes me want to explode with the urge to buy, BUT I CAN'T YET. So far, everyone is banking on a boy, due to the poking out of my belly and the layer of fuzz that has grown there as well (this is some thing I will not show you, so do not ask!). I would like a girl, yet I have a feeling the odds are against me.

So far, I have experienced lots of heartburn (heartburn apparently equals lots of hair, so fingers are crossed), major hunger, and mood swings. I seriously think Daniel is going to go crazy. Anytime he tries to leave, I get all teary. Anytime I get mad or he gets mad, I cry (even if the anger isn't directed at me). Tissues have become my best friend.

Everyone in the Thomas-Latta household has determined the Little Latta will be born, due to my cravings, with either feathers, gills, or in the shape of a footlong cheese dog from my favorite fast food place (for Kings Mountain natives, you know it as Wiener Works). Also, the lack of caffeine is driving me crazy. How can one expect me to give up Sun-Drop and Coke?! Whenever Daniel sneaks a cigarette, I add a soda to my tally of what I can have. One a day isn't bad. I get a slap on the hand if I go for more. Baby Lila/William has not caused me much grief, unless I do something I know I shouldn't. For example, eating a humongous taco salad (without ground beef) loaded with sour cream and tomatoes. This leads to an instant trip to the bathroom and a very empty stomach later on.

Consider this a crash course in how my pregnancy has gone so far. Confused? Have questions? Just ask around. Most people who know me...or my mom...or my maw-maw...know more about the little Latta than I do.

The beginning of the Little Latta

It was April, about 4 days before my birthday. There I was, sitting in the health department, attempting to absorb the magnitude of what I had heard. I, according to the nurse, was pregnant. It was something completely unexpected, yet talked about for a while between myself and my husband. We wanted to wait, but apparently someone else had other plans. The first thing I thought of was how would people take the news. Would they be happy? Disappointed? Surprised? Then I realized: it didn't matter. I was happy, no matter the feedback I received. It took a car ride home, a trip to buy prenatal vitamins, and lots of unexplained laughter to convince me. And that is how the Little Latta came to be.