Weekend fun with the Top Guns

This weekend was rather low key for us, due to me feeling nauseous and tired as heck. So, when Friday rolled around the last thing I had in mind was getting dressed up and trying to go to dinner anywhere. These days, my schedule consists of sleeping, eating a small meal, napping, eating dinner, napping again, eating a snack and then going to bed. I swear, I will be glad when this sleepy phase is over with! It is torture for me to drag out of our comfy oversized bed and go to the Commissary (which I have to do tomorrow... UGH!) Mr. called me from work and asked if I had plans for dinner, because some of our god friends (and another flyboy,) asked if they could tag along with us for dinner. Ok... I need to figure out dinner plans... ASAP!

My first choice was booked on Friday, so I called Yoshi's which I have blogged about before (it's an uber famous sushi joint here,) and luckily got reservations for all four of us! Mr. was concerned that I wasn't going to be able to find anything to eat, since tuna (my fave) is off the menu for the next seven months... but, I reminded him that salmon, shrimp, and crab are safe to eat. I somehow managed to get dressed and we all thoroughly enjoyed dinner, me especially, who ordered not one sushi roll but two, and also ate every last bit of my teriyaki chicken dinner. Mind you, that the dinner consisted of: rice, miso soup, japanese salad, assorted tempura and chicken... Hey, eating for two, right? ;)

After dinner I mentioned that I needed (yes, needed people!) Yogurtland. It's kinda like a Pinkberry, in that you choose from a variety of assorted fro-yo flavors, then put what ever toppings tickle your fancy on top. In my case, I chose the double cookies and cream and the vanilla wafer fro-yo, and topped mine off with strawberries, kiwi, grapefruit, pineapple and mango. Mr. chose chocolate, vanilla and peanut butter fro-yo, and topped his off with: Cheesecake bites, chocolate pieces, oreo cookies and peanut chocolate candies. Guess whose treat was healthier? ;) We then came home and I proceeded to crawl into bed for a two hour nap. See, I really do just eat and sleep, and eat and sleep these days!

What's going on with baby Top Gun this week!

By the end of this week, baby Top Gun shall be eight weeks already! How am I feeling, you ask? Well, I feel like I can never get enough sleep, and have been experiencing small waves of nausea... No actual sickness yet, and from what I've heard that is a good thing!! It also means little baby Top Gun may have a better chance of being a boy!!! YAY!!! I really feel like a zombie though, and even after the arduous task of putting my make-up on and getting dressed, I look in the mirror and see the walking dead. Mr. assures me I look gorgeous, but I have other thoughts...

My appetite has been up and down this week. I really haven't developed said food aversions (yet,) but I have def. been craving certain things. On the list this week? FRUIT! I have devoured pineapple, grapefruit, grapes, melon and bananas. Also, I have decided to eat a lot of mexican noodle soup... I think because it is comforting to me and well, it tastes yummy! I have also been craving red meat and fruit juices. A few times this week I haven't had much of an appetite, and therefore my penance for cooking dinner has been somewhat non existent, and poor Mr. has suffered a bit...

We went to my pre-natal appointment earlier in the week, and I am seven weeks and three days preggo! Next Tuesday will be eight weeks already, and Mr. and I have an appt. in about three weeks for our ultrasound!! I cannot wait to see our baby and hear his heartbeat :) My clothes are still fitting like normal, (but I swear I feel HUGE already...)

I found this pic online, and this is what baby Top Gun looks like at Seven weeks... WOW.

To the Best Daddy Ever!

Happy Father's Day, Papi!!

I hate being half way across the world from you on your special day, but know that I send all of my love across the ocean. Since I am not close to home, I don't have access to my older photos of my dad and I to post. So, here are a few from the past few years.

Showing off his Beer sampler, Christmas 2008. This was the last Christmas Mr. Top Gun and I were able to spend in Texas.

Me and Dad on the Riverwalk, Christmas without Mr. Top Gun, 2009.

Proudly showing off his numerous homegrown limes from one of him many trees in the backyard! Thanksgiving, 2009. Mr. Top Gun was deployed...

Five for Friday

1. I LOVE how you treat me like a delicate flower, now that I am pregnant. I may be totally able to carry a light laundry load downstairs, but I think it's sweet that you won't let me do it.

2. I LOVE how you have been such a good sport in putting up with my ridiculous mood swings. Crying at bluebonnets? Yeah, I know.

3. I appreciate that you haven't run out of the house yet, because I am literally FREEZING you and everyone else out of here!

4. THANK YOU for dealing with the odd food cravings I have been having, and with the food aversions too!

5. THANK YOU for making a new life with me. I can't wait to grow and feel this baby move!!

I'm like a bomb, just waiting to go off

I am crazy. I feel crazy. I probably even look crazy too. I swear, these pregnancy hormones are going to put a huge dent in my marriage by the time my nine months is up... Seriously though, I feel horrible for Mr. Top Gun. Love his pea pickin' heart, but that poor guy tries everything under the sun to make me smile, to make me happy, to make me not feel like complete poop- and what the heck do I do in return?? I start a small world war with him tonight... great. I had been in bed ALL day long, and only got up to walk and feed the dog, shower and put my makeup on, and mop and vacuum the floors. Poor Mr. walks in the door and *BAM!*

Our first tiff? FOOD. Yes, food. My indecisive self cannot choose between Subway or Mexican, but the one thing I was certain of? Dessert!! Cake in mind, we make it out of the house and to the base, only to argue about this on the way there:

Tiff number two: Do we have a 'wet room,' in our house, or another room?? WHAT??? In all honesty, I actually started this one. I feel bad now, because everything he said to me I looked at him like he was nuts, and that made things worse. On to dinner? Sure...

We pull up to the building, and I decide to walk slowly behind him. No big deal, right? WRONG.

Tiff number three: He offers to slow down for me, and I bite his head off. Oh GOD. Not again!!!!! Then, what do I do? I storm off and have the brilliant idea to WALK to the BX?? Where the heck is my brain, and who is this alien creature that has become me?? Like the fabulous husband he is, he follows me in the car until I get in (which was like two seconds later!) We finally get dinner, make it home and are able to eat and watch some shows. But...

Yes. There is a but... I see a commercial for oranges. ORANGES, people!! And the next thing I know, the picture of the family drinking OJ makes me break into the most hideous, revolting, snotty cry ever. I proceeded to go on and on about how I just want to fly home to Texas and be with my Nana and Grandpa. Then I start in on how I miss my cat. I miss Texas too. I want to be with my brother today on his b-day... GOD. Wow. What a mess! Mr. comes over and holds me, and a few minutes later? I'm good.

But not for long. I tuck him into bed, and come downstairs to call my family. I bawl to my Nana. Forever. I go to watch some T.V. and get emotional again. Call her, bawl again. Does this ever stop?? I sure hope so ;)

Giveaway EXTENSION!!

If ya hadn't already heard, I am PREGGO. So, I am taking the opportunity to use that as an excuse (hehe) and extend my giveaway deadline for another week! I have had NO energy to get out and shop for cool stuff, so hopefully I can do so this weekend when Mr. Top Gun is off and can drive my tired, preggo butt around :)

If you haven't already entered, here is what you need to do:

1. Mention me and link me up on your blog.

2. Comment on my post(s.)

3. Send me an e-mail @ mrandmrstopgun@gmail.com!

Happy Entering!!

My own personal Cookie Monster

Wow. This pregnancy thing is really beginning to kick my butt! Between trying to suck up all the sleep I can at night (ok, and in the daytime too,) keeping the house clean, running to the Doctors all last week, keeping up with laundry and attempting to cook dinner *attempting,* because I don't have the worlds largest appetite right now... I am DEAD TIRED. Like sleep all day tired and wake up to shower, eat, walk the dog and then crawl back onto the couch. Goodness, I feel like a slob!

Anyways, last night Mr. Top Gun and I had returned from a lovely dinner at one of our fave restaurants and I noticed a few hours into sitting on the couch (like I hadn't sat on it enough, already!) that he has moseyed into the kitchen, and was pecking around like a hungry little chick. I needed to run upstairs for something, so when I returned I found this little creature standing in my kitchen...

And he proudly displayed his dozen cookies...
Is he also eating for two???? :)

Maybe Baby??

So, Mr. Top Gun and I have some exciting news to share with y'all...

WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY TOP GUN!!!!