Oreo! Oreo!

...just counting down the days/minutes/seconds until my ultrasound.  It's Monday!  I can't wait!  I'm still thinking it's a boy.  My parents are coming in town this weekend and staying for the "photo shoot" on Monday, as my Mom calls it.  I worked 58 hours last week and I'm ready for a relaxing weekend!  I figure I might as well work as much as I can while I'm feeling good.  It's just more money for baby shopping!  Or maybe I'll use it to pay for this new car I just bought:

It's a 2009 Toyota Matrix.  I copied Brooke.  She has the same car only in gray.  We had the same car before these too.  Twins should have matching cars!  I'm gonna look hot driving this guy with a car seat in the back and a Jack Russell riding shot gun.  Mike will be in the trunk. 

My hormones are starting to get the best of me.  I get irritated sooo easily, especially at work.  I think it's making me more assertive though - my new no-tolerance for nonsense.  Anyway, I feel sorry for Mike who takes the grunt of my freak-outs.  He is always so calm and listens to me complain.  He knows by now what he needs to say - "You're right Becka.  They are wrong.  You're not getting fat, you're belly's all baby."

I've been hungry for certain things this pregnancy, but the other day I have my first ALL OUT / NEED IT NOW / GONNA HURT SOMEONE IF I DON'T GET IT craving.  One of the doctors at work was talking about Oreo's and all of a sudden I got this intense craving.  I called Mike and he had double-stuffs on the counter before I got home.  What a nice guy.  I mean, I like Oreo's.  But on a normal day I'm not wild about them.  They're not my favorite cookie by any means.  But that day they were all I could think about.  Just eating the last cookie in the package as I type...