summertime

Ive been quite the lazy and neglectful blogger.

I like to pretend I have thousands of followers

who check this page daily

to be spiritually fed by stories of swimming sperm

and home made chandeliers.

Wait.

Dont go.

I promise thats the last time I'll mention sperm.

Anyway, here is a random rambling update of sorts.

For my tens of followers out there.

Mom.

Mom's friend.

Dad.

I kid, my dad totally does not read this.

Im pregnant. As you know.

And here's the dirty truth.

Once I hit my 14th week, I was finished with trimester one

and feeling pretty damn good.

At which time I mentioned to Casey,

I love being pregnant.

Saying those words are like casting a shit spell on me.

Sorry for the language.

Crap storm just doesn't cut it.

But remember I said that week six and then Bam!

Pregnancy switch, morning, afternoon and evening sickness.

Back to trimester two.

So for a week or so, I was filled with energy and love

and the aura of a dozen unicorns.

And then the depression fairy came to me one night

sprinkling her Woe is Me dust all over my sleeping, pregnant body.

Ill tell you the crappy part about depression...

When someone asks you, Whats wrong?

You have no good explanation.

There's no event, person, place or thing

to blame it on.

If there was, at least you could come up with a well directed solution.

But its just...

a state of being.

A crappy, nasty, tiring state of being.

This is the part where I'd like to publicly thank

my husband and my mother.

If you're ever on the depression train, they are the ones

you want on your team.

after a couple weeks of me being a barely functioning citizen.

I told my doctor, zoloft wasnt doing the trick.

So she switched me to prozac

and two weeks later... I'm normal!

I'd like to publicly endorse prozac.

Thank you for helping me shower again.

And cook and clean and laugh and read and leave the house.

So that explains my blogging absence.

Sorry mom.

and mom's friend.

Okay this is dragging on and on.

here's some of the magic that has filled our lives

in the past month.

My youngest sister had her baby,

Willow Mae,

and I got to be in the room.

Watching babies being born is like a successful

opiate trip for me.

(I imagine.... you know- word on the street)

its seriously like a drug. I get high as a kite and smile

for days at the memory of a mother seeing her child

for the first time.

Willow Mae in her newborn glory.

Were in love with her.

This is what pure joy looks like...

Willow is great practice for Ginger.

Hard to believe she's not the baby anymore.

Rumor is she's having a tough time sharing Grammy.

My mom went to pick up crying Willow and

Ginger injected herself in between, shook her finger at Willow

and said, No, My Ammie!

Uh-oh.

Still she has no reason to worry, look how in love

the two of them are...

Ginger is almost a year and a half.

With the anticipation of my second child

Im clinging on to Ginger, asking her daily

not to grow up.

Call me Peter Pan.

I just cant imagine her not being the "baby".

Sigh.

Her vocabulary growing everyday.

Her personality blossoming.

And....drumroll please,

We can finally put her hair in pigtails.

Thank goodness because she was beginning

to look like the lead singer of Flock of Seagulls.

I'll do a separate post for her soon.

There's so much to update.

As for my growing fetus.

I've had three ultrasounds where he was

displaying his anatomy like a champ.

So my doctor has reiterated... He is most definitely

a boy.

His fluttering has escalated to kicks.

Which I love!

People have asked if Im scared to have a boy versus a girl.

The answer is NO- Im not nervous, I 100% wanted a boy and I am thrilled.

I am, however, terrified to go from 1 child to 2 children.

My cravings include but are not limited to...

buttery cabbage, PB and J, fruit snacks, cheeseburgers and lucky charms.

You know all the healthy stuff.

Almost every saturday, our friends gather together

to be in the only bearable place

during summer in las vegas.

the pool.

I love when babies reach for their mama's.

Ahhhh and I'm high again.

Aren't baby Presley's eyes magical?

Keeping on the summer theme,

you remember the mini ramp right.

Its parked behind the pool.

Well the husbands made some repairs

and thanks to Eric's artwork...

the ramp is summerific.

And summer's not complete without an evening dinner

outside

with a half naked baby.

So were mostly caught up.

adventures in motherhood

Today Ginger was walking around chewing something.

Something I didnt give her.

I thought it was her rubberband for her hair.

Dont ask me why I thought that.

So I held out my hand.

Spit it out, I say.

To which she obliges.

And in my hand is a regurgitated goldfish cracker.

Oh, that's okay, I tell her.

Then she picks up the A.B.C. goldfish out of my hand

and puts in back in her mouth.

I love toddlers.

A boy or girl for the Treese family?

Today I had an appointment with my OB,

and I found out

WERE HAVING A BOY!

to say I'm thrilled would be an understatement.

A boy for the Treese family.

How wonderful.

the fourth of july

our fourth was wonderful.

I knew it would be for my little family because

casey woke up singing Proud to be an American,

stuck american flag and In N Out stickers

on Ginger's face,

and put a flag in her hand.

all day I felt overwhelmingly grateful.

we spent most of the day poolside.

we had delicious food made by my MIL

including gazpacho so good it'll make you

wanna slap yo mama!

I have no idea what that means,

casey always says it.

we lit fireworks

and then went up to the rooftop

where my in-laws have the best view of the

entire city and watched numerous

firework shows.

And as I went happily through the day in

my heart I continuously thanked all the brave

men and woman of this beautiful country

that have allowed me to enjoy such treasures.

My most incredible treasure...

Behold... Gazpacho

What's better than this?

two thumbs way up.

Just a pregnant back dive... no big deal.

That's Peggy under that fabulous hat.

...and I'm proud to be an american...

The End.

a recipe from me to you

well from tyler florence to me to you.

every once and a while you come upon something

so good, it seems sinful not to share.

if you dont like mushrooms

I do believe this is the dish that will change your mind

and convert your heart.

5 ingredients

10 minutes start to finish.

not to brag but I can do it in 7

probably because Im awesome

or super hungry.

olive oil, sea salt, mushrooms ( I fancy portabella), mozzarella cheese, fresh thyme.

Im sure dried thyme would do the trick, too.

Firstly slice the mushrooms. they broil fast so not too thick of slices.

place on broil pan. like so...

Nextly, put dime size balls (or quarter size if youre crazy) of cheese all over the mushrooms,

sprinkle sea salt, scatter fresh thyme (off the stem), drizzle olive oil, add a bit more salt.

Then place in the broiler for 2-3 minutes... dont walk away (trust me)...

you know its ready when the cheese is oozy and bubbly and golden brown

in some places.

Ta Dah.

and sometimes you get a super cool mustache like this...

If you cry while you eat this. dont be ashamed... youre in good company.

Lets talk pregnancy

Oh so much to tell.

Keeping the pregnancy secret is torture.

It was especially hard for Casey

who via twitter, a month or so, tweeted

Wait, are you ready for this?

He said...

I love how Ali calls them "pregnancy farts"

Okay that is wrong on so many levels.

Moving on...

Here's more information than you probably care for...

Wow, that actual a perfect name for my blog.

More Information Than You Care For.

kinda catchy.

Im going to pretend Im a celebrity and this is an

interview for US magazine.

So how do you feel Alexis?

We are just over the moon.

(That's what all the celebs say; Gwen S., Gwen P., Jlo, Jen Gardner

all my besties)

Just totally over the moon.

Were you guys trying?

Yes. No. Yes. Passively.

Here's the thing... I'm not the type of person

who can sit down and say. Let's try to have a baby.

Its too much pressure on myself.

My anxiety would shoot through the roof.

So basically,

Um. Hmmm. How do I put this

so our moms dont throw up?

We stopped birth control.

Our method of birth control is the good ol "pull out" method.

Seriously.

Sorry Moms, just keepin it real.

There was no conversation about it...

We knew we wanted our kids about 2 years apart

so that was that.

Then one night...

And this is oh so tender;

One night after we were um done

I layed on my back and put my legs in the air and

said

Swim Sperm... Swim for your life!

And Casey and I died laughing

because were that mature,

but I really think that's when we conceived.

Isnt that beautiful?

My child will treasure that story all the days of his/her life.

Anyway, I make it seem like it was easy peasy...

But really it took a few months

(I promise, Im not complaining, my heart breaks for those who struggle

with infertility.)

So before I got a plus sign

I took a few tests in the prior months...

Negative results.

I was starting to get worried.

Then one week I took a test because it was time,

it was negative again and my heart broke in a million pieces.

But I didn't talk about it.

I just didnt want to say aloud how bad I wanted baby 2.

A couple weeks pass

and Casey says to me,

You know youre pregnant right?

I dont know why he said that.

Perhaps a burning in his bosom?

Or maybe his horoscope that day said,

Today will bring you some crystallized notions that

will interfere with the flexibility of your thinking

as well as a growing fetus in your wife's belly.

One can never be sure.

I dismissed his comment

until the next day when I was cleaning and came

across my trusty pack of pregnancy tests.

Although I was certain I wasnt pregnant

It couldnt hurt to pee on another stick, right?

So I did... and while I did, my mom called.

We shot the crap for a while...

I finished peeing and continued cleaning

totally forgetting about the pregnancy test.

Then I went to bring some towels in the bathroom

and noticed the test just sitting there.

Meanwhile my mom is talking about something

super random like Bingo...

when I saw the plus sign.

And. I. Screamed.

and screamed and screamed and screamed.

I blurted out, "Im pregnant!! Im pregnant!!"

And then my mom screamed. and screamed.

And Ginger freaked out because

Why the heck is her mom going ape crap right now?

And then I just started giggling, as did my mom.

And Ginger continued to stare at this ridiculous scene

unfolding before her eyes.

It was one of the most joyous moments of my life.

Wait, youre not going to put all that in the magazine right?

Ok cool.

Like leave out the "Swim Sperm Swim" line.

Thanks.

So we know you are Over the Moon about this baby...

Totally.

But how are you feeling otherwise?

Ohhhhh, right, like do I feel pregnant?

Yes. Oy yes I feel oh so pregnant.

The first six weeks of my pregnancy I felt amazing.

I actually said to Casey, "Oh my gosh, being pregnant is so wonderful,

Im going to be one of those preggos who are like, I love being pregnant!"

and people will roll their eyes at me and Ill love every second.

I said that.

And then a week later, someone turned on the pregnancy switch.

Ughhhh!

Were talking nausea complete with puking

and I was tired beyond tired.

I had all the same symptoms I did with Ginger only more intense.

My Dr. prescribed me anti nausea medicine

which saved me!

Saved me while killing my husband.

Because a side effect is constipation...

which leads to gas.

hahahaha. payback.

Im starting to feel better now.

Not really taking the med anymore... youre welcome Casey.

I have really intense cravings.

SALTY. anything SALTY.

One night I was craving Vietnamese food.

Vermicelli with char broiled pork saturated in fish sauce.

I asked Casey to go get me some.

He said, Maybe we shouldnt since weve eaten out so much this week.

Now Im going to tell you something... only a pregnant woman would understand...

Although he was right, I actually cried!

I cried! Tears... because I couldnt have pork with fish sauce.

If thats not the most ridiculous thing.

I know I could have gone out and got the Vietnamese food myself...

Casey wouldn't have beat me too bad.

But by that time I was so embarrassed for myself

I made a personal promise I would find something else to eat and be

content with that choice.

But truth be told, I thought about that fishy pork until the

very last minute of the night, while in bed

on my way to the land of nod.

Oh to be pregnant.

To sum things up though...

Im so so so excited and grateful to be pregnant.

I mean look at Ginger

were doing a stellar job...

Were doing the world a favor.

Youre welcome world.