...and I'm sure I'll say it again.
what a difference a year makes!
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday
It was a great weekend, even if it was so busy that I've got a dryer full of whites waiting to be folded (they've been there since Thursday night).
I've been thinking however, that one of the best parts of summer is the busyness. I love having lots to do and enjoy.
We needed an oil change and tire rotation, and I had this idea that if we didn't have our car at the shop right when it opened, wouldn't be able to get anything else done that day. So I dragged Daniel out of bed at 7:45 to make it to the shop by 8:00 so I could make it to the triathlon by 8:30. We were the only ones there, but it was nice to get that out of the way.
Early Saturday morning, I helped with this years triathlon. Directing biker traffic was so, so much easier than participating. A couple of people actually asked if I was participating. I would have thought the 28 week pregnant belly would have been obvious, but perhaps not. I enjoyed cheering for all those who did participate, because it made me remember all too clearly the emotional aspect of such a race.
My busy day had a quiet interlude where I had a quick lunch and prepared my Relief Society Lesson on the Church during Christ's time.
After lunch Daniel and I did our grocery shopping (got some great produce at Fred Meyers), picked up our car from the shop, and then retreated to my parents pool. There's nothing better than swimming on a hot summer afternoon. The rest of the evening we spent enjoying the pool and their air conditioning.
We ended the trip with a second trip to Fred Meyer after a helpful tip-off from my mom that they had men's shorts on clearance for $7.00. Daniel was down to one pair, so this wasn't something to pass up. He's now got a couple more pairs and should be good for the rest of the summer.
It was 10:30 when we finally got home, and I decided a root beer float was necessary for putting the finishing touches on my lesson. It was an easy decision really. I'd been having a couple days of near constant hunger(which leads me to think this little baby is starting a growth spurt!), and who knows the next time I'll be able to justify carrot cake after dinner, and a root beer float before bed! (Thank goodness I passed my gestational diabetes test!)
I've been thinking however, that one of the best parts of summer is the busyness. I love having lots to do and enjoy.
We needed an oil change and tire rotation, and I had this idea that if we didn't have our car at the shop right when it opened, wouldn't be able to get anything else done that day. So I dragged Daniel out of bed at 7:45 to make it to the shop by 8:00 so I could make it to the triathlon by 8:30. We were the only ones there, but it was nice to get that out of the way.
Early Saturday morning, I helped with this years triathlon. Directing biker traffic was so, so much easier than participating. A couple of people actually asked if I was participating. I would have thought the 28 week pregnant belly would have been obvious, but perhaps not. I enjoyed cheering for all those who did participate, because it made me remember all too clearly the emotional aspect of such a race.
My busy day had a quiet interlude where I had a quick lunch and prepared my Relief Society Lesson on the Church during Christ's time.
After lunch Daniel and I did our grocery shopping (got some great produce at Fred Meyers), picked up our car from the shop, and then retreated to my parents pool. There's nothing better than swimming on a hot summer afternoon. The rest of the evening we spent enjoying the pool and their air conditioning.
We ended the trip with a second trip to Fred Meyer after a helpful tip-off from my mom that they had men's shorts on clearance for $7.00. Daniel was down to one pair, so this wasn't something to pass up. He's now got a couple more pairs and should be good for the rest of the summer.
It was 10:30 when we finally got home, and I decided a root beer float was necessary for putting the finishing touches on my lesson. It was an easy decision really. I'd been having a couple days of near constant hunger(which leads me to think this little baby is starting a growth spurt!), and who knows the next time I'll be able to justify carrot cake after dinner, and a root beer float before bed! (Thank goodness I passed my gestational diabetes test!)
Friday, July 30, 2010
a lesson learned
Don't you just love it when things work out?
On Monday evening, I had my first moment of panic about becoming a mother. I'm not sure what set it off, but I was momentarily terrified and anxious. I know that six and a half months into a pregnancy isn't the time to start second guessing ones decision to start a family, but I was nervous. Daniel, calm as always, pointed out that nobody is ever really ready for a baby, and you make it work ready or not. As true as his words were, they didn't help too much, and I still felt worried about all the prep work that hadn't been done.
I was overwhelmed thinking about all the options and decisions that need to be made. What will she sleep in, where will we put her, the list went on and on, eventually spiraling down to my potential ability (or lack thereof) to mother. In my prayers that night I specifically asked to be blessed as I try to prepare to be a mother and that things will work out.
The next day I felt guilty about these negative thoughts, like somehow our baby would know that for one night, I was worried, that I questioned whether we had made the right decision. It left me feeling shaken most of that day. Like I was living in a fog. I didn't like it.
On Tuesday, I set out to do what I do best when feeling unsettled. I whipped out an excel spreadsheet and made a list of what I had determined to be baby essentials and their cost both new and used. (Something about that excel page just puts my mind at ease...)
On my list I had:
Bassinet/co-sleeper/cradle
Crib
Swing
Changing Table
Dresser
The next step in my plan was to take that list and try to visit some yard sales this weekend and see if anything came about, when my mom called me at work this morning. She and my dad, (both work for the public schools and have summers off) had been out at a yard sale and found a crib, changing table and dresser all for $35 and they were in good condition and pretty new. Even my used, low cost estimate for these items was at least four times that much.
After a couple cellphone pictures and phone calls exchanged Daniel and I made a quick decision that this is going to be the best deal we'll find, and that we'd be crazy not to snatch it up. Yes, the crib set is white, and we'd been looking at a cherry/espresso finish, but that doesn't really matter. Heavenly Father knew I was worried about being prepared, about finding a good deal, about getting these little details figured out, and he prepared a way.
I'm trying to be better about acknowledging His hand in my life. Seeing that He actively guides me and watches out for me, and this was a perfect example of that. I'm grateful for this experience and grateful that my parents were in the right place at the right time looking out for me.
I love it when things work out.
On Monday evening, I had my first moment of panic about becoming a mother. I'm not sure what set it off, but I was momentarily terrified and anxious. I know that six and a half months into a pregnancy isn't the time to start second guessing ones decision to start a family, but I was nervous. Daniel, calm as always, pointed out that nobody is ever really ready for a baby, and you make it work ready or not. As true as his words were, they didn't help too much, and I still felt worried about all the prep work that hadn't been done.
I was overwhelmed thinking about all the options and decisions that need to be made. What will she sleep in, where will we put her, the list went on and on, eventually spiraling down to my potential ability (or lack thereof) to mother. In my prayers that night I specifically asked to be blessed as I try to prepare to be a mother and that things will work out.
The next day I felt guilty about these negative thoughts, like somehow our baby would know that for one night, I was worried, that I questioned whether we had made the right decision. It left me feeling shaken most of that day. Like I was living in a fog. I didn't like it.
On Tuesday, I set out to do what I do best when feeling unsettled. I whipped out an excel spreadsheet and made a list of what I had determined to be baby essentials and their cost both new and used. (Something about that excel page just puts my mind at ease...)
On my list I had:
Bassinet/co-sleeper/cradle
Crib
Swing
Changing Table
Dresser
The next step in my plan was to take that list and try to visit some yard sales this weekend and see if anything came about, when my mom called me at work this morning. She and my dad, (both work for the public schools and have summers off) had been out at a yard sale and found a crib, changing table and dresser all for $35 and they were in good condition and pretty new. Even my used, low cost estimate for these items was at least four times that much.
After a couple cellphone pictures and phone calls exchanged Daniel and I made a quick decision that this is going to be the best deal we'll find, and that we'd be crazy not to snatch it up. Yes, the crib set is white, and we'd been looking at a cherry/espresso finish, but that doesn't really matter. Heavenly Father knew I was worried about being prepared, about finding a good deal, about getting these little details figured out, and he prepared a way.
I'm trying to be better about acknowledging His hand in my life. Seeing that He actively guides me and watches out for me, and this was a perfect example of that. I'm grateful for this experience and grateful that my parents were in the right place at the right time looking out for me.
I love it when things work out.
Monday, June 14, 2010
pink or blue
It's almost surreal that on Friday I'll be half way through this pregnancy. Along with that 20 week milestone comes a little peek at the baby. On Monday morning, we'll have the grand unveiling, if you will, assuming this little one cooperates. I'm hoping that once we're able to assign a gender, this will trigger the urge to get started gathering baby supplies. So far we've been putting it off for later. I have a feeling that later is now fast approaching.
In true blogger fashion, I put a poll on my side bar. Take a minute to vote on whether you think we're having a boy or girl. I'm thinking girl, and Daniel's convinced it's a boy. Of course we'll be happy with either, but it will be nice to put and end to the debate!
In true blogger fashion, I put a poll on my side bar. Take a minute to vote on whether you think we're having a boy or girl. I'm thinking girl, and Daniel's convinced it's a boy. Of course we'll be happy with either, but it will be nice to put and end to the debate!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
More on that
Pregnancy this time...
Has been much less nerve wracking than I worried it would be. Not to say I haven't been worried and nervous. It just wasn't extreme. I figured I'd be a crying mess the majority of the first trimester. I really wasn't. I was surprisingly calm and peaceful about the whole thing. Except for when I get the results of my thyroid tests back. Each time they seem to get worse, and each time I worry. Each time the midwives assure me that the baby is fine, it's my body that's adjusting (slowly).
I have been more nauseous. I even threw up once (I know it's gross, but it's kind of like a badge of honor!) I still don't have much of an appetite, and I'm incredibly picky, but not nauseous anymore. I wouldn't however, recommend a cruise during the first trimester. Even if it's the tail end of the first trimester. Something about the rocking of the ship made the morning sickness much worse. I ate a lot of rice krispies on the cruise. My family enjoyed the food a lot more than I did. It's a mystery to me that I could train for and complete a sprint triathlon last summer and not lose a pound, but something about being pregnant for 4 months has helped me lose 6 or 7.
Even though I've lost weight, I'm starting to look pregnant, much more quickly than I expected. I went to Ross last weekend and got some maternity clothes. On Sunday I wore a cute new top and embraced my new look. Even if it's earlier than I'd planned, and let's be honest, it's not all that noticeable, I'm loving it. I think it's a relief for Daniel that I'm enjoying this time and these changes.
I'm very much looking forward to feeling this baby move in the next couple of weeks. I keep trying to pay really close attention to that general area, but I'm still waiting. Patiently.
I'm trying to remember that each day is a blessing, and I don't want to wish this by too quickly.
Has been much less nerve wracking than I worried it would be. Not to say I haven't been worried and nervous. It just wasn't extreme. I figured I'd be a crying mess the majority of the first trimester. I really wasn't. I was surprisingly calm and peaceful about the whole thing. Except for when I get the results of my thyroid tests back. Each time they seem to get worse, and each time I worry. Each time the midwives assure me that the baby is fine, it's my body that's adjusting (slowly).
I have been more nauseous. I even threw up once (I know it's gross, but it's kind of like a badge of honor!) I still don't have much of an appetite, and I'm incredibly picky, but not nauseous anymore. I wouldn't however, recommend a cruise during the first trimester. Even if it's the tail end of the first trimester. Something about the rocking of the ship made the morning sickness much worse. I ate a lot of rice krispies on the cruise. My family enjoyed the food a lot more than I did. It's a mystery to me that I could train for and complete a sprint triathlon last summer and not lose a pound, but something about being pregnant for 4 months has helped me lose 6 or 7.
Even though I've lost weight, I'm starting to look pregnant, much more quickly than I expected. I went to Ross last weekend and got some maternity clothes. On Sunday I wore a cute new top and embraced my new look. Even if it's earlier than I'd planned, and let's be honest, it's not all that noticeable, I'm loving it. I think it's a relief for Daniel that I'm enjoying this time and these changes.
I'm very much looking forward to feeling this baby move in the next couple of weeks. I keep trying to pay really close attention to that general area, but I'm still waiting. Patiently.
I'm trying to remember that each day is a blessing, and I don't want to wish this by too quickly.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
a bit of a funk
I'm feeling overwhelmed this week.
Lots of changes and lots to do.
It was manageable until Sunday evening, and then I could tell this week was sure to be a doozie.
So far I'm right.
Work has been chaotic, but I saw that coming. Each day I pray for a positive attitude, that I'll be able to make it through the day. Yesterday there were tears involved. I wish I didn't care so much. That would make it easier. Each day there is too much drama. It makes me wonder how much I am supposed to take. At what point do I draw the line and say enough is enough. How bad do I really need health insurance? and a paycheck?
I'm supposed to teach Relief Society on Sunday. Normally this is fine and I really enjoy it, but I'm feeling so busy this week, that it seems like it'll be a stretch to get my lesson ready and up to scratch by Sunday morning. Also, I've now been asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting. Like anybody wants to hear from me twice in one block of meetings...Please!
Next Saturday I'm in charge of decorations for a Stake Women's conference and I can't even begin to think about all of that yet, but I can't afford not to.
Thank goodness I've had a little more energy since coming back from vacation. Otherwise I think I might be drowning instead of just treading water. As it is, I'm managing to stay afloat.
But last night, as I was in bed, feeling sorry for myself and fighting back tears I made Daniel help me come up with a list of things I'm grateful for.
The list went something like this:
Lots of changes and lots to do.
It was manageable until Sunday evening, and then I could tell this week was sure to be a doozie.
So far I'm right.
Work has been chaotic, but I saw that coming. Each day I pray for a positive attitude, that I'll be able to make it through the day. Yesterday there were tears involved. I wish I didn't care so much. That would make it easier. Each day there is too much drama. It makes me wonder how much I am supposed to take. At what point do I draw the line and say enough is enough. How bad do I really need health insurance? and a paycheck?
I'm supposed to teach Relief Society on Sunday. Normally this is fine and I really enjoy it, but I'm feeling so busy this week, that it seems like it'll be a stretch to get my lesson ready and up to scratch by Sunday morning. Also, I've now been asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting. Like anybody wants to hear from me twice in one block of meetings...Please!
Next Saturday I'm in charge of decorations for a Stake Women's conference and I can't even begin to think about all of that yet, but I can't afford not to.
Thank goodness I've had a little more energy since coming back from vacation. Otherwise I think I might be drowning instead of just treading water. As it is, I'm managing to stay afloat.
But last night, as I was in bed, feeling sorry for myself and fighting back tears I made Daniel help me come up with a list of things I'm grateful for.
The list went something like this:
Our baby. (yes, we're expecting again. I'm almost 15 weeks!)
Wesley
The sunshine we got over the weekend
The lovely spring flowers I planted on our balcony
The Sunday afternoon nap I took in the sunshine on our balcony
Fresh fruit
Only working 8 hours a day
Not having a car payment
Good friends in our ward.
People being SO excited for my pregnancy. It really does buoy me up and make me happier!
Not living in Idaho anymore (I know it has been close to 3 years, but this still makes the list!)
Jamba Juice gift cards Daniel got me (got one this morning to help me through the day)
The perspective that all the drama at work really isn't huge in the eternal scheme of things
Having my whole family home and together
My sister Rachel has a really awesome boyfriend and I'm happy for her
Being able to afford to get my hair cut whenever I want.
Getting to ride the cable cars in San Francisco
At the end of this list, the tears were gone, and I was feeling better. It's amazing how counting your blessings makes life sweeter.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The rest of the story
Do you remember my perfect day?
I do.
Wicked was great, of course, and so was Seattle, but it was something else that really sealed the deal.
Early that morning, I woke with a suspicion, and my hopes were confirmed through a positive test.
We're having a baby, and so far all has gone well.
I had my first ultrasound yesterday, and it was an amazing moment to see our little baby and hear the heart beat. To be honest, I was completely skeptical that there could actually be a baby living in there, so yesterday was such a joyous relief. Pregnancy has been such a breeze compared to what I was expecting, so it didn't seem possible that it could be real. It is, and I've seen it. It has little arms and legs, and wiggly tendencies.
I couldn't be happier about this whole thing, and it's starting to feel a little more real. I know it's still early, but the news has started slipping out, and I have a feeling it's going to be hard to contain any longer (although I'm doing my best to keep it hush hush at work, till it's painfully obvious).
I am currently 10 weeks, and the last few weeks have been the longest of my life, yet at the same time, this means I'm already a quarter of the way done. It's an odd waiting game, knowing that there's really nothing you can do but be patient, yet feeling so invested with the desire to make sure everything is OK. Overall we just feel so blessed to have this opportunity, and excited about what is to come!
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