Skinny Jeans

For years I have been trying to find the perfect pair of jeans.  You know, the kind that flatters your butt and goes right to your ankles.  Guess what?  I found them!

I went to Down East, because I remembered from my college days, that they sold discounted American Eagle jeans.  I was pretty sure I would be able to find the perfect pair.  And to my surprise, I did, two actually.  One needed to be rolled up a bit at the bottom, but still looks stylish, and the other, well, the other pair fits me like a glove.  I have never had a pair of pants fit so well!  Needless to say, I was pretty excited.

Then, I needed a pair of winter boots, you know, the furry topped trendy kind to go with my brand new stylish jeans.  And I found a perfect pair at Famous Footwear.  3 1/2 inch heels and a lovely tan color. Ah, this winter is going to be fabulous.

Of course, once I got all my neat doodads home to show off to Nick, I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Like, oh man, I probably shouldn't have bought these.  I shrugged it off and told myself I was just being silly, I deserved a great pair of jeans!  I get tired of pajamas every day.

And then, something funny happened.  I woke up about a week later, after a very bizarre dream, and thought to myself, hmm, I think I'll take a pregnancy test, just for fun.  I bet you can guess where this is going…..

I thought it was the kind of test where you need to see a plus sign in the window for a positive.  So I took it, and was relieved to see only one line in the result window.  I put it down, not thinking much of it.  Then, I did a double take, and saw the key on the test indicating one line was in fact a positive.

Yeah, that's when I dropped to my knees and began crying hysterically over my new pants.  

Funny how things happen that you haven't planned for at all.

Luckily, I had concocted a while back a clever way to tell Nick.  I mean after all, I had to live up to how I had spilled the beans the first time.  In the style of Wimpy Kid, I drew on a T-Shirt "Big Brother" with Rodrick tormenting a sibling.  I put Tristan in it, and when Nick got home, I said, so what do you think of his shirt?  Nick was like, it's cute.  Of course he didn't get it…  On our way out to the grocery store at the front door, I decided to try and be more obvious. "Nick, why don't you read Tristan's shirt" I said.  He looked at it again, and laughed, "but he's not a big brother."  Nick thought it was just a hand-me-down shirt from one of my sisters I had dressed him in.  And I was like, "well, he's going to be."  That's when Nick's eye got big and he asked if I was joking.

Still in denial, I got another test a week later just to make sure.

Well there you have it, a new addition to the Davis family will be here next June!  Just in time for us to be moving out of state for a PhD program.  We're crossing our fingers that it is a girl, because I have been sick as a dog.  So incase you were wondering why we haven't been going to any family functions, there is your answer.  And it's probably going to be a few more weeks before I am brave enough to venture away from my handy dandy bathroom.  Yeay for babies!  Boy is Tristan in for a surprise, bahahaha.  Stay tuned for more updates!


Oh, and don't forget to vote for my fantastic salad poem on facebook starting tomorrow!(Dole Salad facebook page)!  I still want my honeymoon vacation!!


And to my facebook followers, What do me and a jar of creamy disgusting pasta sauce have in common?  We're both Prego!  Bahahaha, I'm so funny.