Friday, January 14, 2011


For some reason, when I know there's something I should do, even if it's an easy thing, I tend to avoid it. Example: Blogging. Vacuuming. Returning a shirt to target that's been sitting in the backseat of my car (recently moved to the trunk) for weeks. I really don't know what my problem is but I should really teach myself to get over it. Really. So after I post this . . . I . . .will . . .vacuum.

Christmas was wonderful! We spent Christmas Eve with Jared and Lynn. Lynn made us dinner and I made cheese balls and sugar cookies and we watched it's a wonderful life. Christmas day we headed up to the Smylie's for some family togetherness time. It was such a good holiday. We stayed up way too late, ate way too much and talked until my throat hurt. We loved it. We also managed to get up to Salt Lake to see the lights at temple square. It was FREEZING but the lights were so pretty! New year's came and went, and so far at the top of my new years resolution list is to expel a baby!! Seriously, my list looks like this. . .
Have the baby

Run a 1/2 Marathon (by September)

Birth the baby

Read the Book of Mormon

Get the baby out.

I always dreamed of being pregnant and while I have LOVED so many aspects of it, I admit it's not quite all it's cracked up to be. Today I got caught by surprise with a vomiting spell and it happened on my carpet. ON MY CARPET. Isn't that what people say about their two year old who got sick?!? Not to a grown woman. I have about this much pride left. I have a bum in my left ribs and two feet in my right, and a very hard head on top of my bladder. But I have to say, I love feeling so close to this little boy who will one day think I am such a dorky parent. I love feeling him try to get comfy in there or have the hiccups. I just think my skin might tear open at any moment, so it's a good thing he is coming out soon (hopefully). It really is a mix of emotions. I love knowing he's safe in there but I also just want him to come out so badly. Seven weeks and counting. I am so excited to meet this wild little man!

Also: I was deathly ill all last week and now that I am recovering, I seem to have lost more brain cells. I don't know if this is post sickness brain fog or pregnancy related, but I really am the biggest space case on the planet. So please excuse me if you have a conversation with me and it seems as though I'm not all there.

The temple looked so beautiful with all the trees lit up around it!

A little too frozen for a real smile from either of us . . .

The belly has come in handy for eating on the couch!

32 weeks. Sorry I always post these pictures so late that it's almost time for another. I'm now 33 weeks.

And finally, a picture of my wonderful husband, apron and all. This was on Christmas Eve, helping me cook. He has been such a great help during this pregnancy with stuff, especially in the kitchen! Love you honey.


  1. i love this post. i love that you use your belly as a table (me too! that was one thing i have looked forward to since i was about five) i'm sorry that you are so uncomfortable and that you have had to experience so much of the unpleasantness of pregnancy, but please forgive me for being a teensy bit glad to have another friend who understands the reasons i just really do not enjoy the state of being pregnant. i love getting the baby. i do not love the 41 weeks that lead up to it. right now i am surrounded by first-time pregnant women who are about 22 weeks along, have not thrown up once, never felt sciatica or round ligament pain, are not big enough to know that it hurts to have another human inside of you, and walk around with glowing faces and are full of light and happiness and basically make me look like a grump. but i am a grump. because i'm pregnant. and i have thrown up randomly (isn't that the weirdest thing, to be fine one second, then all the sudden your guts are all over the place in front of you?)

    i'm going to stop myself now. good luck. it ends. apart from the fact that you get a baby out of it, that's my favorite thing about pregnancy: it ends. and you'll do it again. babies give you amnesia, i swear. sorry for this hormonal outburst.

  2. I'm sad I won't be here when the baby is:( Anne wants to get together before I leave so you should call me:) 801-874-9355

  3. 43 days to go. i can't even believe it. it's almost here!!!!!!!!!