It's a girl!

And she's due January 20th!

We couldn't be more excited. Seriously, we couldn't. It seems a little early in our marriage for such a big commitment but we just know that the time is right and everything will work out for our little family. We're hardly getting any sleep anymore, all we want to do is talk about her. How much fun it will be, how we want to raise her, what to do with the house, how cute she will be...

For names we're thinking Ellie, Mila, or Callie. Don't you think it fits her?

Wait-- you didn't think I was pregnant did you?

HA!

Obviously that peekture is not her. But she's gunna look like that. Actually, knowing our luck, she'll be looking more like this:

(Jordan's dubbed this picture- "Tra la la la la laaaa")

This is what her breed looks like as an adult. They're called Vizsla's (pronounced something akin to Veezshla). Try it in your mirror a few times.

I have no idea how we're going to last until March 17th.... I wasn't kidding-

We stay up and talk about this at night.

I'm still laughing...

Best. Conversation. Ever.

Mother: "So, what kind of dog are you going to get? A male or a female?"

Katie: "I don't know. Probably a male, right? Don't you think, honey?" Looking over at husband, sitting innocently at her side.

Husband: "Is that because you don't want another bitch around the house?"

I publicly congratulate Husband on a job well done.

Pearls before swine.

I declare a tie. Gina and Tar win. Email me your addresses, I'll send goodness your way.

(Thanks for the validation Meg!)

Jordan's latest decorating strategy. Is he a natural or what?

The cutest part was that he legitimately thought the pearly white thing lying on the floor belonged in the non-pearly plant. It wasn't until I walked past, stopped, turned my head to make sure I was seeing it correctly and furrowed my eyebrows that it all came together for him.

For the record, the plant looks like it's bending over because I can't get it to grow straight. The dang thing is lucky it's alive.