*More later on the mustache comment.
So I guess the big news around here is that I'm pregnant! On Thursday I will be 15 weeks. I found out a few days before Thanksgiving, and it was a really fun time to get such exciting news. We waited to tell our families until we saw them in person over Christmas and New Years. We wrapped an ultrasound picture as a present and had our parents open them. It was really fun! My mom opened the gift at our house, and after all the crying and hugging subsided, my dad says, "I thought I noticed some dark hair growing on your upper lip. I thought it was due to birth control, but I guess not!" Thanks dad.
A week or so after we found out I was pregnant, Matt woke up in the middle of the night convinced that we had a carbon monoxide leak. I don't know what gave him this impression, but we do live in an older house with gas heat and a gas hot water heater, and we had not installed a carbon monoxide detector. Matt was on call the following night and called me at home around 8pm. I was lying on the couch feeling nauseous. He told me he was pretty sure we had a leak, and demanded that I go to Home Depot and buy a carbon monoxide detector immediately. I told him I thought he was overreacting; we just had the heating & air guy come out to the house to check on our system last month and everything was in good condition. We can get one tomorrow. This did not appease him. We argued about it for several minutes, Matt REALLY wanting me to go to Home Depot, and me REALLY not wanting to get off the couch and risk tossing my cookies. So we made a compromise. I agreed to turn the heat off when I went to sleep that night. And I did just that. And when I woke up the next morning, I was pissed, because it was 53 degrees in our house. I was pretty sure my little fetus friend was encased in ice, because I certainly was. When I came home from work that day, this was plugged in next to my side of the bed:
Sweet Matty!
