I have a dream...

I had a dream actually.

I think having strange dreams about the birth of your child must come with the territory of being pregnant, because I still remember a dream my mom told me about when she was pregnant with Kevin. She dreamed she gave birth to a baby that was fully dressed and talking to her. Now I guess it's my turn to have weird dreams.

I dreamed Josh and I were at the hospital, and we had just had our baby, and they brought it to us, but the baby they brought us wasn't our baby. We knew it was the wrong one because it had teeth--but not just any teeth. It had a full set of adult teeth. We tried to explain to the doctors that it wasn't our baby because it had teeth, but all they said was, "well, even if it isn't yours, it would take months to switch the babies back." So, we were stuck with it.

I'm pretty sure that the image of an infant with a mouth full of ferocious chompers will haunt me for a while.

That's My Baby!

This is the official announcement: Josh and I are going to be parents! This is little Baby Krebs's first picture. If you have a well-trained eye, you can not only see the head, but also little arms and legs too. Baby Krebs gave a very good performance for the camera by waving its arms and legs alot. Our first child (it's weird to put that in writing) is due into the world on (or around) May 25.

And to answer the questions that you and I both know you're going to ask...
1) I'm feeling alright. Thankfully, I have not thrown up at all, but I'm still nauseous, and I don't just love eating, which is kind of a bummer.
2) We haven't met our doctor yet, but everyone we've come into contact with at Vanderbilt (which is where we're having the baby) has been extremely nice and very professional. If that keeps up we will be in very good hands for the next several months!

Book Recommendation

I remember when I used to enjoy reading sad books and watching sad movies. Now I think, "If I am going to take some of my precious free time and spend it reading or watching a movie, why would I want to watch something that is going to depress me?" That's why I refuse to watch the movie Atonement, because the thought of watching a train wreck--good drama or not--doesn't sound that appealing. The problem is, for those of us who like happy endings, it gets very difficult to find good books to read these days. Apparently, sad endings are the only things that get published anymore. If you want a book that will make you smile you're reduced to ChickLit (although some of it is good, it gets tiring after a while) or kids books (and kids books are great, but it is nice to have something to read that's longer than 20 pages).

However, in a literary world full of death and despair, I recently managed to find a book that is both well-written and uplifting. The book is called Welcome to the World, Baby Girl! by Fannie Flagg. I'm sure I'm probably one of the last people to read this book, as Flagg is not a new author, and this book was published 10 years ago. But, if you are like me and you've passed over this book in the bookstore over and over again thinking "I should read that book, it looks good" well, you should read it. It comes in a handy thrift edition for less than ten dollars, and it's worth it. Flagg is a great writer, and the story has plenty of conflict and suspense, but this book also has a nice, sweet ending that will make you feel good about life.

Now, doesn't that sound better than watching a train wreck?

Lessons Learned at the Flea Market

I am a baby flea market shopper...we went last Saturday, and I had NO IDEA what I was getting myself into. Yes, it was a very educational experience.
Lesson one: make sure you're dressed for the weather. Wearing jeans when it's 90 degrees out does not make a happy shopper.
Lesson two: Eat lunch before you go, or arrive early in the morning, and eat early. Josh stood in line for twenty minutes just to buy me one hotdog (it was an excellent hot dog though...hmm, now I want another one).
Lesson three: know what you're looking for. I mean, really know what you're looking for. I had a pretty vague idea, but next time I go, I'm going to walk in there looking for one thing, and that's it.
Lesson four: If you aren't dressed for the weather, didn't eat before you left, and don't know what you're looking for, then make sure you're shopping buddy is very patient and prepared to listen to lots of complaining.
We did have a succesful trip though. Aside from the excellent hotdog (which makes me want to visit James Coney Island) we found a dresser. We found the dresser on our way out to the car, after we had given everything up as junk. It's just like my Mom used to say, "You always find something in the last place you look." So true, Mom.
Was this post boring to you? Go buy me a polish hot dog and cheese fries (with hot sauce on top!) and I'll try to be more interesting next time.
Here's a picture of our dresser (it's blue right now, but it's getting repainted. We're not blue people.)

Nashville Farmers Market

Josh and I went to the farmers market this weekend. Here are some pictures from our trip:

I hope you enjoyed my pictures! We had a good time. And yes, those are real, handcarved tree trunks. We didn't believe it at first!

Happy birthday to me!

I don't know why, but twenty-three feels like an old number. It's such a serious sounding number. When I say "I'm twenty-three" I feel like what I'm really saying is "I have a college degree, a career, and a professional wardrobe, I go to bed early, and I can no longer related to those crazy kids. Would you be interested in hearing my five year plan?"

Ehh, that's ok...at least twenty-three is more interesting than twenty-two. All twenty-two said was, "I'm divisible by eleven!"

I apologize, folks. I had several topics in mind I wanted to write about, and any one of them would probably have been more interesting than "Katie's psychology of numbers."

I was going to tell you that I have started scrapbooking our wedding pictures. It's the easiest scrapbook I've ever made, because the pictures are so gorgeous, they don't need any embellishment! I can't wait to finish it so that finally, more than a year after my wedding, I will be able to show off my pictures. Except now people probably don't care about my pictures anymore. Darnit!

Also, I made fresh salsa the other night, and it was so good I made it again. Then I realized that both times I had made it I left out an ingredient (same ingredient both times). So, I like the way it tastes, which should lead me to conclude that it's good, it doesn't need improving, and I should just enjoy it the way it is. Instead, every time I eat the salsa I start to wonder, "What if what I think is great really is great, but it's not as great as something greater?" (I copped that quote from a movie...anyone know which one?).
I've decided I'll have to make it correctly at least one time, just to set my wandering taste buds to rest once and for all.

Josh and I discovered that there is a 10,000 Villages store here in Nashville. We went in to explore because Josh didn't know what it was. It turned out that they were having an "Earth Friendly Entertaining Event", and there was a drawing accompanying said event, which I (actually Josh) won, and I got a free cookbook out of the deal! I was excited because it was a $22 cookbook, and so regardless of whether it's any good or not--but I'm sure at least some of it will be--I still won $22.

Josh and I have started exploring Nashville on the weekends. We aren't completely consistent, but we're trying to find something new to see or do every weekend. This weekend we're going to the Farmer's Market. I've been asking him to take me for a while. Maybe the next time I write I'll have stories about our ecologically friendly adventure!

This and that...shouldn't I be in bed right now?

No answers to the above question; it's almost 10 pm, Josh thinks I might be getting sick, I have to get up early for work in the morning...fabulous! It's the perfect time to start writing!

By now you probably all know this, but our Labor Day weekend wasn't what we'd expected. We ended up spending the weekend in Houston for my grandfather's funeral. He will be missed, but this isn't "goodbye", just "see you later". I expect when we do meet again he'll have a smile and a joke, just like always.

In the meantime, it was good to see family last weekend, even under the circumstances. I'm thankful for the extra time in Houston, but I've learned that one weekend is just enough time to remind you how much you miss your family but not enough time to really get to see them much. When will they learn that they need to move to Nashville?! I tossed around the whole "move to Houston" idea that everyone keeps suggesting, but really, if you've been to both cities and you are able to compare, Nashville is just a nicer town. Even considering how great Texas is, it's nice to live in a city that has more than one city park. And the people are nicer. Living in TN has shown me just how un-southern Houston truly is (and I can't speak for the rest of TX, but I have my suspicions).

Of course, the great thing about Houston is the people who are in it, so I'm working on a plan to transplant all of my favorite people to one spot, sort of like a mini-rapture. You'll know if I ever get it to work, but you might want to have some bags packed just in case.

Considering that I just compared myself to God, I don't think this particular post can go anywhere good, and if I continued with the above line of thought I would probably end up writing things like, "take, read, the words of my blog!" and "those who read my words and ignore her who wrote them will not be my friend and will not be included in the coming rapture."

Yes, it's probably good that I ended the post before I wrote anything sacreligious like that.

P.S. If you're scared of lightning, you may not want to sleep to close to me tonight.