Who can say they've been in their bosses shoes?

Well, I can. Literally, in his shoes.

We went to Philadelphia for work to do some qualitative research and decided to go to the Franklin Institute to see the King Tut exhibit in our spare time. (It was awesome and I would love to show pictures of the King Tut exhibit, but unfortunately, they don't allow photography.)

Anyway - in other areas of the museum they have other scientific-related exhibits... one of them was a flight simulator that looked awesome and I REALLY wanted to go on it, but I was wearing sandals and they required closed toe shoes. I guess I looked sufficiently dejected, because my boss offered his shoes. It looked awesome enough that I took him up on his offer - even in my bare feet. See the picture - I am wearing my bosses shoes.

How many Amy Larson's do you know?

I met someone today who told me it would be easy to remember my name because he had a sister-in-law whose name was Amy Larson. Great.

I knew my name was going to be extremely vanilla when I married Corbyn, but today, I realized how vanilla. After this comment, I went to Google and did a search for "Amy Larson". 9,470 search results. I wasn't patient enough to look through more than 3 pages, but I wasn't any of the Amy Larson's listed on any of those pages. I did a search under "Amy Guymon" (maiden name)... 47 search results. And several of them were me. I just share my maiden name with some defendant in Montana, but my married name??? Innumerable.

Welcome to the world of ambiguity. Ah, what a nice feeling.

Now, I guess I understand when Corbyn comes up with names like "Rocket" or "Indy" for our baby. He is trying to create a little uniqueness... no one will even need to hear the last name if he calls up and says, "Hi, this is Rocket..." Yeah, you'll only know ONE of those.

I am such a bad blogger...

OK, so my New Years Resolution was to keep this blog up to date, as defined by a minimum of two postings/month. Yikes! I failed on that resolution in April... only 4 months into the year.

So, my excuse... well, you may have noticed that I didn't post any pictures of our trip. Most of you probably know why... we didn't actually go on our trip. I developed this strange disease where you puke constantly, yet still somehow develop a beer belly... it's scientific name is Pregnantitis. (OK, that was dumb.) Yes, I am pregnant. And apparently, I am a puker. This came as quite a shock and a blow to my self esteem (I have always considered myself tough... uh, apparently, not so much.)

So, for the past seven weeks, I have been dealing with morning and evening sickness. And, as disgusting as it is to puke into the nice, clean public bathrooms at my work, I can't imagine how disgusting it would be to puke into third world toilets (or outhouses, depending on the area). So, the trip to Nicaragua and Costa Rica has been postponed until further notice. (Not to mention that I couldn't get the vaccinations for hepatitis, malaria, and typhoid you need when traveling in that part of the world and eating food from street vendors.)

So, now, back to the puking. (I know, it is disgusting and you don't care, but this has been a very new experience for me, so I can't help but talk about it.) Constant vomiting. I am proud to say that it hasn't prevented me from going to work - I have yet to miss a day. (I did, however, have to go home early one day because my projectile-force vomit caused significant back-splash from the toilet... yeah, basically, I got puke on my shirt.) It's all good, though. Things are finally looking up. On Saturday, I told Corbyn I wanted to go to Carl's Jr. to get a Guacamole Bacon Six Dollar Burger (85 grams of delicious fatness in that bad boy), large fry, and a shake - I was going to eat it all and not feel bad about it, because I was just going to puke it all back up later that night, anyway. So I ate, and, for the first night in 7 weeks, didn't puke. Figures.

What else? Well, my first prenatal doctors visit sure was interesting. You would think, with 2 sisters and 4 sisters-in-law, all of whom have kids, that I would be a little more prepared for what happens at those. Well, I sure wasn't prepared, and Corbyn, having NO sisters and no exposure to the pains/embarrassment of being a woman, was even less prepared. I guarantee that doctor had never seen someone vacate a room so quickly... I could barely convince him to stay in the room long enough to hear the baby's heartbeat. We did get to hear the baby's heartbeat, though. Wow. That is all I can say.

So, the official tally:

- 13 weeks
- Gained 2 lbs.
- Puked innumerable times (I wish I would have kept a tally of the number of times I have puked, but I didn't really think of that.)
- 4 days in a row of not puking
- Only 2 slurpee's consumed so far (I am so proud.)