Here Comes the Bride... All Fat & Wide...

I will be morphing into Mrs. Lauren Leslie on October the 24th 2010. Butter bean will be in attendance. How many of you can say you were at your parents wedding? Butta bean is a baller.

We are having a VERY small ceremony of 20 family members on the 24th at Van Landingham Estate. Today I get to go meet the planner to discuss one of my three favorite things, FOOD.

Dear Friends, I wish each of you could be there with us on our special day... and we appreciate you understanding the reason we are keeping this little celebration ultra pequeno. We love you. And appreciate you. And look forward to ya'll being a part of our lives in our days to come as a married couple.

Ok... enough about me... here is a litte butta bean update. Today I think its a boy. My little butter bean has a weiner in my sub concious. Could this be accurate? I do not know. Just a few more weeks until we know for sure.

Start your votes now. :)
I want to see who has the special powers of prediciting butter beans genetalia. hehe. And Go....

Troubled Waters

Please add us to your prayer list.

I just found out this week that there is a VERY HIGH chance that I will be laid off in the next 6 weeks. Our company hasn't been doing well financially and my boss is having to lay off half of our employees.

I am terrified. I have no idea how I am going to pay for a baby, doctor and hospital visits or my mortgage for that matter.

Suggestions and tons of prayers welcomed and appreciated.

Mama is Engaged....

Rob proposed last night and it looks like Big MaMa (me) is engaged.
Now to decide if I am going to get married in a month or if I am going to wait 2 years. Decisions, decisions.

9 weeks. Vomit Olympics.

So I haven't posted anything new recently because I have been too busy puking. True story.

I have been a vomit sprinkler. I just can't stop. Little Myrtle Cletus Lima Bean III is making mama feel like poopoo. I am in complete shock that something as small as this little butter bean can make me vomit projectile style. 7 times yesterday. No joke. I have to admit though, my aim is getting pretty darn good. I could probably win a contest if there were such things. Now if only, we could get Rob to work on his aim we would be fantastic in the restroom department.

So my little butter bean is the size of a small baby tomato this week. Crazy!!!! I swear it seems like yesterday she/he was the size of a blueberry. Today I think butter bean is a girl.

Ok.. I am already too tired to type anymore. Butter bean, out.