2010 in Review

Wow, 2010 has come and gone faster than the blink of an eye and it’s most definitely been the best year of our lives.  While we are totally looking forward to all the surprises and new experiences that 2011 will bring, we realize that 2010 would not have been as special without the people who lived it with us.  You all know who you are.  We are so lucky to have had each and every one of you by our side throughout every waking minute of the year.   Thank you for being the best family and friends that anyone could ask for.  Without you, 2010 would not have been the same.  Here’s a look back at some highlights from our year:

Surprise! We’re pregnant!  I started this blog and began gearing up and dreaming about becoming a Mama.  I had no idea this little online space of mine would be admired by so many.

I’m still barely showing and wishing I looked more pregnant than I actually do.  We start taking belly pics anyways.

You’re hired! Marty and I both take new jobs and major career strides with two of the best companies St. Louis has to offer.  And… we find out we’re having a GIRL!

Not sure what happened in April.  I’m sure I was eating my weight in cheeseburgers and Pappy’s Smokehouse.  Anyways, here’s a picture of my hot husband.  Isn’t he handsome?

The Loo.  Yup.  Month One of our Bathroom Renovation project.  Being as I am 7 months pregnant, we decide gutting/remodeling our bathroom during this time is not the smartest idea.  Live and learn, right?  We also clink glasses to celebrate 4 years of marriage.

Hello Baby Showers.  We get ready for this little girl with our family & friends and have a blast setting up  her bedroom.  And the bathroom is finished!

Holy hell it’s HOT outside & what happened to my feet/ankles?  I am as big as a whale and I’m due this month.  My family goes on the beach vacation that we were supposed to attend and there’s nothing left to do but eat popsicles and float around at the lake.  Despite my HUGENESS, I rock an old yellow bikini since I refuse to spend money on a maternity swimsuit.  Marty is quite amused by this, though make him promise never to speak of it again.  I start writing letters to Everly to share with her when she’s older.

… And then our life began.  Happy birthday Everly Grace Buehler.  I’ll never forget the moment when we first laid eyes on each other and how completely vulnerable I felt.   Marty and I are reborn are parents and life has never been better.

Still sleep deprived and adjusting to our new life with baby, I return to work and begin juggling life as a working, breastfeeding/pumping Mama.  Holy shitballs this is hard!  We also start venturing out more with Ev.  I learn to do all sorts of crazy things – like how to change a poopy diaper using your lap as a changing table while in a tiny 3 ft by 3 ft restaurant bathroom.  Sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.

30.  Despite the stigma with this age, I feel amazing!  I’m right where I want to be & have never loved more.  After having a baby, I appreciate my body more than I ever have in life, even with a few extra pounds to lose.

So much to be thankful for!  Babies, husbands, families, friends, the grace of God, the air I breathe, the good times & even the bad.  Everly sees snow for the first time and we embark on her first Christmas.

Promoted!  And we’ve only just begun.  I start a new position and get a fat raise – Holla!  Everly gets baptized.  We celebrate our first Christmas with Buggie and Santa brings us a fancy red Kitchenaid mixer.  Everly starts solid food. She loves her rice cereal and sweet potatoes.  And this New Year’s Day, we woke up with a smiling baby in our bed instead of a hangover.  Life is great!

Thanks for making 2010 such a fantastic, memorable year for us and here’s to 2011.  Happy New Year!  Cheers!


More Superbowl Sunday Fun…

So here’s the real deal.  Marty decides to shave his caveman beard off tonight and has some fun with experimenting with different mustache styles.   Along with the handlebar look, we decide he needs a cowboy hat to finish it all off & we are all having too much fun with it.  Believe it or not, he is currently walking around the house with a full-on Hitler-stache.  I’ll try to get pictures for evidence, but everything will be long gone by the time he heads into the office tomorrow morning. Enjoy!

Plus Signs & Butterflies

It all started with a little “+” sign, staring back at me from the countertop of my bathroom sink.  I knew what it was, knew what it meant, but just stood there examining it with my wide mouth open.  When I called for Marty, he could tell from the tone of my voice that something was up.  He stood with me and we just stared, mouths open in awe, for about 2 minutes until one of us was brave enough to say it.  “You’re pregnant, Evee!” And then the jumping up and down began and persisted for the next 5 minutes.  And that’s how it all started…

So here I am, 13 weeks along and loving every single minute of it. July 28 is our big due date (which ironically is exactly 9 months from my 29th birthday, October 28 – how’s that for a birthday present?!) and we are absolutely over the moon about becoming parents.  If there was anything in life that I was absolutely sure about for as long as I could remember, it was that I longed to be a Mom.  I always knew that I would be someday, whether I adopted my children, had five of my own, or did it as a single parent, I was certain that being a mother would be one of the leading roles that I would play in this lifetime.  Funny enough, when I met my husband, one of the initial striking things that I noticed about him was knowing, right off the bat, that he would make an amazing Dad one day.  I can’t wait to see him with our little one; it’s a recurring dream that’s been playing over and over in my head since the day I met him, and I can’t believe it’s actually going to be a reality so soon.

For those of you who know us and those of you who do not, this blog is the story of our lives, from this day forward as we embark on becoming parents.  Hopefully we wont bore you to death, gross you out with TMI, or make you sick at how much we gush over what is to come and our anticipations about meeting our little one.  Hope you enjoy the ride as much as we are – we are savoring every minute of it.