
Thursday, February 12, 2009
It's a BOY!!
Well it's official. We are having a little boy.... Lucas Joseph Jensen! Check out the pics below. 1) his... well... its a boy (follow the arrow). 2) his skeleton front frace view. 3) on his back with his face up and his hand over his face.

Thursday, February 5, 2009
Shameless, but empowering
This is bad, but it was one of the few benefits that you get from being pregnant. First of all, I ride public transportation to and from work and NO ONE gives up their chair for me. I ride the shuttle from work to the station and NO ONE will give you the front seat so you don't have to climb over seats. I understand that I am not that far along and this might all change. I even had a fight with the trash man the other day because we just moved and he refused to take the old tenant's trash because it was too full. He made me (and my lovely friend Tonya who guilted him into coming back around) pick up trash that the homeless had scattered and fill the bins to meet his approval.
But my karma day has come. I went to the doctor's office the other day and tried to park in the garage. Of course, people were bumper to bumper and no one was moving when a guy came through to his car. The woman behind him called dibs on his spot and I asked him if I could have it. When I tried to back up to take the spot, the lady in the car behind me laid on her horn. Call it hormones, but I jumped out of the car holding my stomach and yelled at the top of my lungs that I was 4.5 months pregnant and I needed to get to the doctor. It fell silent, minus the cars, and she kicked it in reverse and yelled "good luck".
Finally!! This pregnancy thing has its first benefit!
But my karma day has come. I went to the doctor's office the other day and tried to park in the garage. Of course, people were bumper to bumper and no one was moving when a guy came through to his car. The woman behind him called dibs on his spot and I asked him if I could have it. When I tried to back up to take the spot, the lady in the car behind me laid on her horn. Call it hormones, but I jumped out of the car holding my stomach and yelled at the top of my lungs that I was 4.5 months pregnant and I needed to get to the doctor. It fell silent, minus the cars, and she kicked it in reverse and yelled "good luck".
Finally!! This pregnancy thing has its first benefit!
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