Monday, September 19, 2011
Overall, it's been a pretty relaxing and enjoyable summer. My main activity has been taking a cool shower and a nap almost every day after work, and it doesn't get much better than that as far as I'm concerned! We did a little bit of camping, but missed out on a lot of the fun outings we generally do like hiking, biking, long walks, playing tennis, etc. This baby is very low which = some serious pelvic pain since about 20 weeks which = feeling like a horse kicked me in the crotch pretty much all the time. So we are hoping to make up for those lost adventures next summer with our little Leo in tow!
I have exactly 10 more days of work left. I don't even know what else to say about that other than OH MY GOSH I AM SO EXCITED/GRATEFUL TO BE A STAY AT HOME MOM! Every morning it's getting more and more difficult to (literally) roll myself out of bed and get to work on time. If you could see my hair and makeup most days, you'd be embarrassed for me. I'm just. so. exhausted. I never realized how often pregnant women get up to pee in the night. Or just simply can't get to sleep. Or wake up at 4am wide awake. Or like last night, I jumped out of bed when I felt vomit shoot up my throat and out my nose. No clue how or why this happened, I wasn't even nauseous, but ooooh it burned. And then I couldn't sleep because my sinuses were on fire. Tmi? Yes.
We only have 6 weeks left (give or take) and are getting SO excited to meet this little man! At times it still feels so surreal and I'm not completely sure when it will all really sink in. He is getting big and strong and he is constantly kicking, jabbing, rolling, and hiccuping, and pressing his back so hard against me that it completely distorts my stomach and you can see the outline of his little back pushing out. I love it because John can feel his little body move around in there. Its amazing how much love you can feel for a little creature that you haven't even seen yet!
Aside from the fatigue, the crotch pain, crying at the silliest things, and honest to goodness not having a brain half the time, things haven't been too bad! Last night John and I were watching 20/20 about a family who gets stranded in a snow storm in the wilderness for 9 days, and the husband dies of hypothermia. Throughout the entire show they make it clear that the husband doesn't survive, and I thought dang that's really sad but at least the rest of them lived. Then at the end of the show the woman talked about being notified that her husband had died, and I just completely lost it. I burst into tears and sobbed into my pillow uncontrollably. I knew how ridiculous I was being, but I just couldn't stop! John came and sat next to me and rubbed my back, telling me "Shhhh, It's ok... I'm sure he didn't even know what was happening and didn't feel any pain at all...." The moral of this story is I am very grateful that my husband is adorable and simply tries to help however he can, even when I'm just being crazy and he feels totally helpless :)
I have been surprised at the whole 'pregnancy brain' phenomenon. I have no clue what causes it but it's no joke my friends! A couple of weeks ago I started to get allergies pretty bad, so I would take a 24 hour allergy pill every night before bed, and give one to John too. I did this for about 10 days or so and couldn't believe how terrible my allergies still were. I was still waking up in the night sneezing with a stuffy nose, itchy throat, it was horrible. Then I went to take the pill one night and as I grabbed the box they were in and actually READ IT I was horrified to discover that it was no allergy pill at all. It was IMMODIUM. I had been feeding John and myself IMMODIUM EVERY SINGLE NIGHT FOR ALMOST 2 WEEKS. We laughed until we cried over that one. I've put milk in the cupboard where the dishes go. Thought I lost $1000 at work simply because I counted wrong (and spent almost 2 hours trying to find this 'lost' money before realizing I had just miscounted.) I've done things and then couldn't remember later that afternoon if I had actually done them. It's crazy! If my brain doesn't make an appearance when this child does, I'm going to be in trouble!
Well that's all for now. I hope everyone else has had a wonderful summer and is starting to enjoy this cooler weather!
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Monday, December 13, 2010
I was feeling overwhelmed with gratitude this past week and wanted to share the experience. It's no secret that we live in a very low income area in downtown Ogden, and not all but many of the people in the area struggle to make ends meet. Plus there are many families with children and it's not always easy to afford the necessities, let alone extras like Christmas gifts. But a couple weeks ago we had a HUGE donation given to our ward.
A man from the Fruit Heights area donated about 60 large garbage bags full of tags on- brand new- name brand clothing. I'm talking expensive, high quality department store type of clothing! Men's, women's, children's clothing, shoes, socks, hats and gloves, some jewelry and body wash/lotion, perfume... it was unreal. There were around 15 of us organizing it and it still took about 4 hours, if that gives you a picture of how much stuff there was! We were able to go through it and organize it and deliver a lot of it to families in the ward, as well as have some people come to the church and go through it themselves to pick out things for themselves and their families. Even after all that, there was still a room full of clothing left!
We had our ward Christmas party on Saturday and the ward in Fruit Heights brought dinner, sang carols (including Josh Groban's 'Thankful', hence the blog title), and served the food for our party. They also brought some children's toys to add to the clothing that was left over, and everyone at the party had the opportunity to go through the clothes and toys and pick things out for their families. It was so great to see these people, many who wouldn't have been able to afford Christmas gifts for their children, be able to take a bag of new clothes and toys home for Christmas. I went into the kitchen to thank the women for all they had done, and couldn't get the words out without tears falling down my cheeks. It was such a wonderful example of charity and love, and the true meaning of Christmas.
At the end of the dinner a large box was sent home with each family. When John and I got home and opened the box, we just stood in the kitchen staring at it almost speechless.
Oranges, home baked bread, candy, hot chocolate, dry soup mixes, a book and picture of Christ, popcorn, peanut butter, granola, and a reusable grocery bag with personal hygiene products. All of this was sent home with each family, plus there were many of these boxes left over! I am so grateful for people like the man who donated the clothes and the ward who did such a great service for us. Being on the receiving end of someones service really makes me want to do more for other people and pass along that feeling of love. It's so easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle and stresses that come along with this time of year but none of that is even relevant to what Christmas is supposed to be about. I often forget that, but it's so important to remember! I hope everyone who comes across my blog is having a wonderful Holiday Season and I love you all :)
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Anyway, this post has nothing to do with her. I made a bit of an impulse purchase a few weeks ago (we'll call it an investment!) and it has opened up a whole new world to me! Side note- Ignore the cute little puppy dog in the picture frame. This machine means business! I have never been the crafty type, but I've been having a ton of fun working on different projects in the last couple of weeks. It's kind of unreal how much STUFF there is on the internet, when it comes to crafts and sewing. A few of the projects I have finished are future gifts so I can't show them yet, but here are some of the things I've done.
Very first project- Apron. I received my machine in the mail Friday afternoon, then Friday after work I went shopping for the essentials (pattern, fabric, thread, DMD *that's diet mtn. dew for, you non-addicted folks*). I went home, threw a pizza in the oven and popped in some chick flick (must have not been that great considering I can't even remember what it was!) and was up working on this apron until 5:30 am, Saturday morning. Basically that's my way of living it up while the hubby is out of town! Anyway, here's the masterpiece. Excuse the amateur model, I tried getting a picture of it on a chair and it just didn't do it justice. Also, I don't generally run around in black pants and a black shirt but that's what I happened to be wearing last night :)
The next project- fabric pumpkins. Tara found the tutorial and made some, and they were so dang cute I had to try them out. The directions can be found here.
Salt and pepper shakers that are little people embracing. Is that the best thing you've ever seen or what? I love them.
Monday, August 23, 2010
This lady was sitting right in front of us at the Tim concert. She reached down and touched it a couple of times, so she definitely knew the rip was there. Just imagine when she bent over... there was nothing left to the imagination my friends!! All the people next to us were snapping pictures with their phones and cameras... I wasn't sure weather to be emberassed for her or just disgusted! Overall the concert was really fun, and I sat and stared at John in amazment as he sang along with most of the Lady A songs. Neither of us were sure how/why he knew them, but he did. I fell in love with him just a little more that day ;)
We recently had a campout at Ledgefork with my parents and Tara and Darce and their boys, and Drey. The weather was great and we had lots of fun! Boston and Drey are both 2 and it's so funny to watch them play together. I snapped just a couple of pictures when John and I took the RZR up the mountain. The clouds were rolling in and it was so beautiful.
Drey and Uncle John. They're pretty good buddies!
We don't really have any extra space in our bedroom for Drey, so we put up the blowup mattress and slept upstairs, with him on the couch. Drey helped John blow up the mattress and thought it was the coolest thing ever. The expression below says it all!
Then there was blow up mattress wrestling, which was undeniably entertaining! (And I promise- there were no tears involved!)
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Anyway, it hit me yesterday that if I don't get back into the habit of exercising, I will quickly get back into the habit of NOT exercising. So I texted John and told him I wanted to do the Indian Trail hike here in Ogden, which is kind of hardcore and really gets your blood shooting through your veins within the first 3 minutes and hardly lets up until the end. He was down with the idea as usual. I almost tried to back out at the last minute since it was 98 DEGREES, but we decided to just go for it.
We have done this hike once before, but we only went for an hour and then turned back around. When we did this, we figured we had almost finished it... or that we at least had made it 3/4 of the way... so ever since then I was really wanting to go back and do the whole thing.
So off we went! It's incredibly steep at first, and there are a few spots where the trail is really narrow and gravely with a serious cliff hanger drop off on the side. Like one trip or slip of the foot and you are without a doubt tumbling down the mountain side hundreds of feet to your death.
According to my heart rate monitor, we made it up the first part in 46 minutes, as opposed to an hour the first time. Then we thought here we go... lets finish! Surely it's all downhill from here!
And it was downhill for a couple minutes, and then started to have switchbacks heading back up the mountain side. And then it would go down for a while, and have more switchbacks going up again! And then for a while it was really steep going down. After about 20-25 more minutes of that we were incredibly confused as to how the trail would be ending anytime soon. We stopped to debate our options. Either turn around and go back the way we came. Or keep going, because surely we had to be really really close to the end. And somehow find a ride back to our car that was parked at the trailhead where we started. John wanted to turn around and go back the way we came, but I figured finishing the trail would be pretty quick and easy.
We continued on our way for about 30 minutes (which somehow managed to be uphill again) and thought we must be getting really close by now. We finally came to our first sign. Telling us that we had gone 2.6 miles total, and still had almost 2 miles to go! I about died!! We knew the trail was 4.5 miles long, but for whatever reason we both thought we had gone much farther than we actually had. We stood there for a few minutes wondering how we could have been so clueless, and continued on our way. Luckily from this point on was all downhill. We jogged part of it and we finished the entire trail in 2 hours and 12 minutes.
And then there we were. In the canyon at one trailhead, while our car was at the other trailhead about 5 miles away. I thought about calling and asking someone for a ride, but we took our chances and hitch hiked. It literally took about 20 seconds for a car to stop, a friendly looking young guy, and he was heading in our direction so it worked out just great! He was Dave. Worked for a window company, not in school because he couldn't decide what to study, and spent the last couple summers driving tour busses in Alaska for cruise lines. Definitely my first and most likely my last time ever hitch hiking. But it was quite the adventure!
We were about a .75 mile from the end when we were suddenly in this meadowy forest area. It was soooo pretty and I regret not taking more pictures. Until next time!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Two weeks later we returned again from another camping trip to discover 2 little blue eggs in the flower pot, right where the nest had been sitting. John grabbed the nest from the yard and scooped the eggs into it, and sat the nest back into the pot. Two days later we discovered that there were now 4 eggs in the pot! So that was fun and cute and we didn't really think much of it again.
Then last week John went to water the plants, and discovered that those eggs were hatching! Right that very minute. 3 of them had already hatched but the last one just had his little egg cracked, and he couldn't seem to get out.
We left them alone so the little one could finish hatching in peace, and checked them later that evening and saw that the little runt still wasn't out of his shell and seemed to be struggling. At this point, we got 2 pairs of tweezers and took turns for about 30 minutes trying to help the little guy get out of his shell. It was so nerve racking! We didn't want to hurt him, but it was pretty clear that he was stuck in there. We think we had scared the momma bird away earlier in the day and that she was probably supposed to be there to help it finish hatching. Anyway, we got the little baby out of his egg and crossed our fingers that we had done more good than damage to the poor little thing.
The next day, they were all still there and all alive, even the little runt! We were so happy :)
At 6 days old. They have almost doubled in size!
And that's the end of our baby bird story.
In other news, we have already been on quite a few camping trips this summer and have been having SO MUCH FUN. We are lucky that my parents love going camping, and invite us along wherever they go. We can't seem to get enough hiking, biking, and rzr riding lately. I will leave you on that note, with an ample supply of pictures from our summer adventures thus far.
Andrew. He is such a little lovie.
At the end of one hike John and I went on, you had to either cross the river to get to the main road, or backtrack the 90 minutes of bushwhacking we had just done. I'd had enough trailblazing for one day, so we chose the river. Then I chose to walk through rather than attempt to cross on the plank because I didn't want to risk falling in. Glad you can't see the tears welling up in my eyes at this point! Ice cold water + bare feet and lots and lots of rocks + fast moving water = not a happy girl.
Dads hot roll holder.