It's A Girl!

Yahoo! K and I found out last week that we will be having a sweet, precious, beautiful little baby girl this summer. We can't even stand it we are so excited! This definitely causes a LOT more giggles, tears, snickers and yes, baby talk around these parts. The baby talk is kind of like I talk to our dogs... which is kind of weird... but whatev. It exists. I get all emotional at the thought of K having a little girl. Partly because I am jealous- she is so going to be a daddy's girl- and partly because he is just going to be an amazing father. I have always thought of him with our future children and known that he would be amazing, but now that it really is happening, and fast, it's hard for me to contain the overwhelming feeling that I get. That "how did I get so lucky" feeling. I cry all the time.

As a matter of fact, I am crying now. Can I just tell you the reason I'm crying? Because K is leaving to go out of town tomorrow. . . . . nope, there's no catch. That's it. I don't want him to go. Plain and simple. He is going to pursue a potential great opportunity with his career and I am not happy about it. I mean, I am happy about it, but I thought he would be flying. That is the real reason I'm crying. You see, I read the AJC at work all day. and CNN. I watch the local news (which K has begged me not to do). And I read about people in car accidents and horrible things that happen to people while out on the road. Drunk drivers, wrong-way drivers, falling asleep at the wheel, losing control, etc. etc. The list goes on. So, yes, I did lose my marbles when he told me he would be going out of town. I usually do. I just don't like being alone. But when I asked what time his flight was, and he informed me that he was driving- marbles would have been wonderful for me to lose at that point. I went loony. cross-eyed. snot-faced. "BUT YOU CAN'T *sniff* DRIIIIIIVE!!! WHAT IF SOMETHING HAP *sniff* PENS?!!!" {insert hyperventilation} Can someone just chime in and let me know that this is totally, totally normal? Anyone? This is normal, right? Ok, if it's not, just tell me it is. Lie people.

Enough about my psychotic problems. Let's talk about my sweet baby girl some more:) -wait, she won't inherit the crazy, will she?-

We have already decided on a name for our little hoot:) Before I shock you (or not) with it's originality, let me just say that I don't care if you don't like it. Just don't tell me you do if you don't. And don't say it's 'interesting'. We all know what that means. (Right, JBB?) No, it's not a family name or a name based on any kind of meaning. There is a long history with each of the names, and we liked them together, so there ya go. That's it. Our daughter's name will be Chamblee Ophelia Guffey. Our little cog.

Yes, Chamblee like the city, but pronounced differently. Not a 'sh' sound, but a hard 'ch'. Like chip. Ok enough explaining. Our little Cham is doing great as of her last ultrasound. I am loving the little movements that I get to feel and I still haven't gained a pound- just a mere 6 ounces. All of my weight is shifting to the belly. I like that it's getting sucked out of my face and into my belly. That seems so, SO fair.

As of next week I will be a full 5 months pregnant. 5 MONTHS PREGNANT! That's nuts. Our little girl is the size of a small cantaloupe this week. Holy smokes! We have been talking to her and dancing (a lot) with her and really soaking in every moment. It's unreal that in as little as 17 weeks our little one could make her entrance. Ah! -ps- I am totally loving the fact that I can say 'her' and not 'it'. So much cooler. And, for those of you that insist on belly pics, I have one just for you:

I love our sweet little family <3 (and how rad are K's glasses? Love!)

Until Next Time,
The Guff