I went to work yesterday afternoon in a perfectly normal state of mind. Felt great, and was ready to get started on the Sunday show. I pulled up to the station, got out of the car and looked down at my feet. This is what I saw…

Not only are these shoes two different colors, but they are two completely different materials. Mind you, I didn’t dress in the dark, and I wasn’t half asleep…. there is only one explanation to this ridiculousness: Pregnancy Brain. Pregnesia. Brain Fog. Whatever on earth you want to call it. Personally, I think it’s hilarious. Jeff later sent me a picture of the other two lonely soled shoes that remained in our closet.

I was texting with my cousin, Natalie, today. She just couldn’t believe the mismatched shoes. I told her I even went to dinner like that last night! Long hair, don’t care. I was explaining to her that pregnancy is kind of tough, because I’ve been doing a lot of running, working out, and eating right. (Most of the time) I told her, it’s not a time to sit on the couch with bonbons. She asked me, “What are bonbons anyway? Do you eat them? Are they candy?” I googled bonbon and came up with this….

After a good laugh, we decided this pretty much sums it all up in a nutshell. Pregnant with Bonbons.

Jeff and I celebrated our one year anniversary on July 23rd. Time really does fly by, especially when you’ve had a year to remember.

There have been a ton of trials and tribulations in our first year of marriage…

  • First 6 months living in separate cities. Jeff in Montgomery, me in Birmingham. 
  • In February, I had a terrible car accident that left me with a severely broken pelvis and bound to a wheelchair for 4 months.
  • Shortly after my accident, Jeff left coaching soccer, moved to Birmingham, and started a completely different career path.
  • I’m able to walk again, but quickly break both of my heels and ankles. 
  • My parents sell their house in Ohio and build a new house in Birmingham. 
  • We find out we’re going to have a baby! 

We have laughed and loved each other through the entire journey, and it has made our relationship stronger.

Here’s to another year….the best is yet to come!

Take a good look at this house. I’m not talking about the structure, I’m talking about the color… what comes to mind? I ask this, because Bud and Nance are extremely upset with the color of their new house. Nance says it looks like a “Christmas” house, and Bud’s words were a little more choice.

The architects chose the color of the homes in their new neighborhood… and while they may have signed on the dotted line, they didn’t realize how it would truly look.

So, yesterday after church, Bud, Nance, and I drove over to the house to talk with their agent. Let me start out by saying, when I was a little girl and I knew Bud was about to get strong with someone… it would embarrass me, and I’d usually wait in the car. Now, I look forward to it… because honestly, it’s hilarious.

We enter the model home, where the agent is working. The agent looks at Bud with a smile, “Hi Bud!”

Bud returns the greeting. Then he begins, “Let me ask you something, have you taken a good look at that house?” The agent laughs and says, I know you’re unhappy with the color.

She continues, “Bud, sometimes you have to wait until the house is finished and the grass is in to see it. It may just take some time to get used to.”

“Ha. It’s going to take some hard drugs to get used to that!” Bud says. Of course, I laugh. He continues, “Either you change the color of the house or I’m not moving in. Simple as that. It’s already bad enough our neighbor’s house looks like the ‘Burbs. But, our house is starting to make that one look like the Taj Mahal.”

The agent agreed and promised to get the message across to the builder and architect. Within, one hour Nance received a call saying they will change the color.

That my friends, is the Bud Way of Business. Case closed.

Jeff and I are THRILLED to announce we are expecting our first child! On the brink of our one year anniversary, we made the official announcement. Our family is growing by two tiny feet on January 28, 2013!

Since we have known for awhile, and since some hilarious things have happened leading up to the moment when we could tell the world… I feel inclined to share. 

Bud and Nance, both, are over-the-moon thrilled about little “bean” coming into our lives. Bud thinks it will be a boy, naturally, and he’s already named him. In fact, he named him before I was even was married. Believe it or not, we love the name… but are choosing to keep it a secret until “bean” arrives. Bud says he’s going to buy “bean” Power Wheels, he’s going to jack it up and slap on some rims, maybe some XM radio. This kid will have a better ride than his/her parents.

One of the first things Bud tells me is I can no longer pick up and carry groceries, water bottles, or my dogs. Mind you, we have two labs that weigh about 100 lbs. each. I can’t remember a time I ever picked up my dogs and carried them around. I am also forbidden from vacuuming for the next six months.

Bud also suggested I go to Toys R Us and invest in a baby doll. That way the dogs have an idea of what is in their future.

I received a text from my mom the other day telling me I needed to talk to my father. Apparently, he had made an appointment with his general practitioner to ask him for a list of things I can and can not do. I called him up, “dad, you do not need to see Doc Morris about my condition.” It took some convincing, but he eventually cancelled the appointment.

Meanwhile, back in my camp, I feel good. The first three months were rocky. I was sick at times, and terribly TIRED! I hibernated most days like a mama bear. I am feeling tons better, and hoping it is down hill from here…. until the dreaded last trimester when I will be as big as a house and probably will be back to my new saying…. Bun in the oven, head in the toilet.

For those who didn’t know, Bud and Nance are moving to Birmingham. They are building a house nearby, but will keep their business in Ohio. They will travel back and forth for business, but spend a significant amount of time in Alabama.

Recently, we ventured over to the new site for their home inspection. I live tweeted the event, and oh, it was an event…

@shanistymyers: Home inspection with #bud, Nance and the builder. Great tweets to come.

@shanistymyers: Off to a great start, buttons just don’t match up. #bud **(see pic)**

@shanistymyers: “This is a pitiful patio.” #bud

@shanistymyers: #bud is upset over the pressure jets in the shower. “When do I get to talk to the plumber?!”

@shanistymyers: “I hope yens know I’m going to hire my own home inspector.” #bud

@shanistymyers: Construction workers listening and learning from #bud **(see pic)**

@shanistymyers: #bud pulls builder to the side to negotiate some deals.

@shanistymyers: #bud “I want the best patio.” Builder: “It’s gonna cost ya.” #bud “I don’t think you understand. I’m talking cashola, my pocket to your hand.”

@shanistymyers: #bud on drainage: “The Titanic didn’t sink in the desert. Get me some solid drainage here.”

@shanistymyers: inspection is over, as we leave. #bud “now remember what we talked about.” builder: “yes, sir.” #secretdeals

And my personal favorite!!!

@shanistymyers: “I’m going into this gas station and gonna buy some ice cream. I’ll come to the window, you just nod if u want.” #bud **(see pic)**

The inspection was a success, the ice cream was even better!