For those who've been hoping for new pictures, I promise I will post something after this weekend. Adam and I have an appointment tomorrow with Internal Fetal Development to look at her heart again and then I have a party to go to on Saturday. I should definitely have something after both of those. If not, next week I'll be posting my 8 month picture, so that should be a good one.
In case you're wondering why I've titled my post this way, I have officially lost all faith in humanity! Here's my story:
Last Saturday, Adam and I went to the 3M Championship with my parents and a couple of our friends. We had a great time watching some of golf's greats play and it was shaping out to be a beautiful day! Not too hot, not too cold, just right! We were supposed to have scattered showers all day, but it appeared as though all the storms had missed us.
After walking around (very slowly since my feet hurt) for several hours and after my parents left, I told Adam and our friends to go on without me while I sat on the 18th hole. The plan was that since there weren't any storms in the area, they would leave all of the stuff with me and go walking around the course for an hour or so before coming back for me. The "stuff" included 3 golf umbrellas, 2 camping chairs, a camp stool, a small cooler, and my purse.
After about 40 minutes of watching the players, the sky started getting a bit dark and it started to sprinkle. Before I knew it, the tornado sirens were blaring, the "clear the course" siren went off, and then it started to downpour.....hard! I quickly gathered up the things, but was unable to get the camp chairs back in their bags for easy carrying. It was getting so frightening out there, all I could do was throw everything under my arms and walk (not run, since I can't) towards the clubhouse about 500 yards away. As everyone was running or driving carts past me, I ended up dropping all the stuff twice along the way and yet no one passing me even offered to help. I am so obviously pregnant and moving slowly, I just couldn't believe that I was carrying all this stuff without anyone being willing to give me a hand.
I got within 100 yards of the clubhouse and was soaking wet from head to toe (since I couldn't have a huge umbrella up and carry all the stuff at the same time) when Adam called me on my phone. He was concerned when he finally got to the other side of the 18th fairway and couldn't see me that he wanted to know where I was. I told him that I was near the clubhouse and he said he was on his way to find me. After hanging up, all I could do was cry. I was so frustrated and even still amidst my tears, no one stopped to help or ask if I was ok. Adam finally got to me, gave me a big hug, and all I could do was bawl in his arms. He asked me if anyone stopped to help, and I told him no. That just made me cry more! He couldn't believe that no one could find it in their hearts to help someone who obviously needed it. In my soaking wet state, all I wanted to do was go home, get warm, and forget how awful people can be! So we did...
A word of advice to everyone reading this: If you see someone in need and have the ability to help, please do. Even if they don't want your help, the least you can do is ask.
Since I'm already on my soapbox, I also have advice for you on how you should treat pregnant women in general:
- Don't ask her if she's having twins AT ANY POINT DURING HER PREGNANCY, even if you do think she's big. It's not funny or supportive in any way.
- Dont' tell her she's "starting to waddle"...chances are she already knows it.
- Don't remind her about how big she's getting...she looks in the mirror every day and already knows that her body is no longer slender. She doesn't need anyone else to point it out.
- Don't laugh at her or her size if you haven't seen her in a while. It makes her feel bad and is really just as bad as #3.
- If you see she needs help, please offer! She may have too much pride to accept it, but all she wants is for someone to at least ask.
There, I'm off my soapbox now. Until next time!



The news of the sex of our baby seemed a bit anticlimactic that day when the radiologist was able to find the sex within the first few seconds of starting the ultrasound. For a split second, I thought it may be a boy until she froze the frame and there was no question it was a little girl.
So, on Friday evening, the plan was to have our families over to annouce the good news. My dad was the first to find out when he came over to help us with our garage sale that afternoon. My mom was next when my neighbor spilled the beans mistakenly. Then it was The Meyer family...it was so fun to teach Maddie and Morgan their new cousin's name...if you don't already know, you're going to have to wait :) Last was Marissa and then Don and Kathie. It was great to share the news with the Loch's given she's the first grandchild. Everyone was greeted with the start of our baby girl's room. It was so fun to go shopping after our ultrasound for "pink" things! As Adam said, pink has officially infiltrated the house...and it's just the beginning :)