Tonight was a fun night.  My sister (Amy) had long ago sent a package filled with Mexican food that I can make over here.  Tonight I finally made enchiladas with the enchilada sauce from Trader Joes!  YUM!  Justin and I invited over a few friends and had yummy Mexican food with homemade guacamole (that Justin made)!  It was so fun.  One of the friends that came over was Ursula.  I love her.  Ursula is so sweet, so stylish, such a great cook, and always there when you need her.   She is English, although she grew up in France and she has the coolest, most proper English accent!  I just love being around her.  We haven’t seen each other in days as she has been on holiday with family and I have been… well… I don’t know where I have been.  I guess I have been somewhere in a pregnant world…

I feel good.  Today I was walking around Paris looking at all the gray.  The buildings, the clothes, the ground, the sky.  With all the gray color surrounding me, I didn’t feel so gray.  I am feeling more like a bright yellow.   Even though it was only 57 degrees today, I am feeling yellow!  How amazing is that?!? Justin and I have been talking a lot about our attitudes.  We have realized that we really haven’t been HERE in Paris for some time now.  Although we have physically been here, we haven’t been here emotionally.  More so me than him.  We have been lost somewhere in our thoughts of where God has us next or in what we are unhappy or stressed about.  It was as though a light bulb went on and we realized WE LIVE IN PARIS, FRANCE!  We are here for a reason and God called us…

I seriously just wrote the most boring post ever about maternity clothes and then had to erase the whole thing for the sheer fact that I sounded like a mom.  I know I am going to be a mom, but it is NOT ok to write like one.  At least not yet.  I was talking about the huge panel in a pair of maternity pants for goodness sakes!!!  Don’t worry people, I didn’t buy them!  WHAT HAVE I BECOME!?!?   Who wants to hear about that?!?  NOT ME!  I don’t want to!  I need to pull myself together here.  I promise to be the fun, light hearted writer you know and love!  I PROMISE!  At least I will try.  But maybe you will just have to hear me out with my crazy experiences of pregnancy in France.  Sorry boys…

My friend Michael just blogged about tears, so I thought I would join him.   Today I have cried for so many stupid reasons.  I wonder if my blood sugar is low and now I am extra emotional.  Or is it my question for the last three months, Is this the baby?  I first cried today for some silly reason of being annoyed at something.  I cried next because I desperately want to go on a vacation with Justin.  I was trying to explain this to him as I burst into tears.   We haven’t been on a vacation just us two in two years and with the baby coming it will be even longer if we don’t go this summer.  We may have to forgo our vacation and return to the states to fundraise if things continue as they are financially.  Finally, I just cried looking at the ten day forecast…

Is this baby or chubby?  I don’t know.  All I know is that my once really flat stomach (yes, I was proud of that flat stomach) is now rounding out.  ALREADY!?!?!  People said I wouldn’t "show" till I was five or six months.  No offense whoever said it, but you lied!  LIED I SAY!!!  It is like being constantly bloated.  It is like a stomach that has been filled to the maximum with food and soda and gas!  That is what it looks like!  But even worse is the fact that there is no way to suck this stomach in.  I know you want pictures, but I haven’t figured out if I would be showing gas, chub, or baby.  I am not ready to expose the first two.  I wake up with this same roundness so I am thinking it is the baby.  BUT my jeans are getting a bit…