Our First Year

I can't believe that Eric and I have been married for a full year now! How crazy is that??? If you had asked me a year ago if I thought I would be about to have a baby at our 1 year mark I would have said no way! I was very adamant that we were not going to have children until Eric was out of school... but it didn't take long after we got married for me to change my mind.

Because our anniversary is on a Sunday we decided to do the majority of the celebrating on Saturday. I was treated like a queen... Eric did so many things to make me feel special. He really went all out. First, he let me sleep in then brought me breakfast in bed.

He had cleaned up the kitchen and put up decorations as well!

He got me a beautiful glass rose which was special to me because that's what my Dad did for my mom on their anniversary. I mentioned it a long while ago and I talked about how special I thought it was. Eric decided then that he wanted to do the same for me.


He also got me  a food chopper to make chopping vegetables easier!

For my gift to Eric, I made him a plaque to celebrate the year we got married. This was a project that I was very excited about and I am glad it worked.

We played games in the afternoon and then went out to my new favorite restaurant, the Thai Kitchen. We discovered this restaurant during our first year of marriage.

 After our early dinner we went to see a movie and then grabbed some more food to take with us to go star gazing. We went star gazing for our first date in October of 2009.  While we were up there we sat and talked about our marriage. We reflected on our first date, the first time he gave me flowers, the night he proposed, and our favorite memories that we had made together. As we talked I couldn't help but think, this can't be me. I can't be this lucky - I can't be this happy. I felt like I was taking a glimpse into someone else's life - someone who had a perfect life. We had Eric's Xoom with us so he started playing music and asked me to dance. He has a way of making me feel so special, of letting me know that I am the most important thing in his life. I love him so much and honestly cannot imagine my life without him.


I thought I would conclude this post with a music video of "our song." The song is titled Beautiful and it is performed by Jim Brickman and Wayne Brady. The story behind this song is simple. I have never considered myself to be pretty and the first time Eric told me that I was beautiful I was actually slightly annoyed. I thought he was just trying to be nice, or felt that he was supposed to say things like that. It took a long time but eventually I came to believe him - believe that he truly thought I was beautiful. It took me a while to understand that he wasn't my boyfriend because he felt obligated or guilty, but that he truly was attracted to me and that he truly loved me. So for us, this song is special because it marks the time that we accepted that we loved each other, and that we were loved back.

I Made a HUGE Mistake

I climbed on the scale this morning...

Why, why did I do that? I mean, I realize that I am gaining weight and that it is for a good cause. But everytime I climb on the scale I always get depressed. I even make sure to climb on the scale first thing in the morning so that I weigh the least...

Before I got pregnant, I wore a ring size of 4.5, a pants size of 0, and a dress size of 2. Now, my ring size is a 6, and luckily I can't measure the other sizes... I went from being 105lbs to now 139.5lbs. YIKES!

It's not like I worked to have that size... I'm just lucky to have small parents. So I'm not trying to brag, I'm simply stating a fact. I had small bones, small feet, small boobs, small everything. Now, once I am done being pregnant, I am going to have to work to get my size back - which, from what I hear may never happen...

Am I depressed about this? Yes. Should I be? Probably not, all things considered... I'm going to get a kid out of it.
A kid that I am SUPER excited to meet. I have a friend who is due a bit before me and her blog mentioned that she is content to stay pregnant and let her little guy cook... maybe I'm just selfish but I'm ready for him to pop out! I want to meet him and hold him and move on to the next stage. I'm almost full term (37 weeks) and getting "trunky." I'm doing all the things I'm supposed to so that my body is ready (walking, drinking water, etc.) but I can't force him to come out early... that's not exactly possible without a doctor's help (or drastic measures like castor oil - blech!). He'll come when he's ready, but if he'd like to be ready sooner rather than later, I wouldn't mind. ;)

Happy Father's Day!!!

Happy Father's Day to my Dad, my Father-in-law, and my WONDERFUL Husband!!!

Why would they do that?

I know I'm judging and I have no right... but really?

I was sitting outside today reading a book on the lawn, guarding my flowers from cats, when a lady down the street starts swearing at her kid and knocking him around a bit. He must have been like 2 years old and he was trying to put his shoe back on but he was standing on the blacktop so he was burning his feet. He was crying and she wasn't helping - she was hurting.  After a few minutes of trying to ignore this scene I had to pack up my things and move inside because I couldn't stand it anymore.

It's probably terrible of me to think this, but I feel like people who don't understand what a gift their kids are shouldn't have them. They don't deserve their children. And I can only imagine how much it hurts Heavenly Mother and Heavenly Father to see them treated that way.

If you think about it, when you are going out with your spouse and trying to find a sitter, you wouldn't just grab some random person off the street and ask them to watch your child; you would find someone trustworthy who you know will take good care of your children. When we receive children from heaven it is the same thing. A special and sacred trust is being placed in us to guard, teach, and protect these children.

Yes, I know there are circumstances that I don't know - perhaps the lady was just diagnosed with cancer or something, but still... no matter how bad you may think your life is, you are only making it worse by taking it out on a child.

Yes, I am a judgmental and horrible person for thinking this, but right now, I don't care. I'm going to go take a shower and wash away what I just witnessed.

Indoor Craft Day

It is GORGEOUS outside, but today I have people in my house fixing our heater (yeah... fixing the heater in the summer. Don't ask me) so I felt it would be better to stay indoors. Besides, the one time I went outside, I saw this --------------------------> and figured I should stay inside so that something else (besides me) gets buried in the grave...





At first it was noisy and I didn't want to add to the noise by running the sewing machine so I found a different craft to do. I made a 4th of July wreath! It took much longer than I planned because I was supposed to use card stock for the stars so that I could bevel them, but all I had was the right color paper and some green and purple poster board so I cut the stars out of paper AND poster board and then glued them together so that it would be sturdy. I added a few flags and voila! I'm very pleased with the result.

But, I had to get up before 9 since the heater guys were coming (my normal "wake up time" is 1pm) and so I still had a TON of time to kill considering the heater still wasn't done so I decided I didn't care about making more noise. So, I finished my baby quilt. YAY!!!  This first picture shows the quilt on my new rocking chair (yes, I know babies don't use pillows, but I had extra fabric).

Washing the Cars

Our cars take quite a beating; between the rain that brings down the yummy stuff from our atmosphere to the dust storms we've had the past week to the junk that trees and birds seem to love to dump on our cars...

It's not like I expect our cars to stay clean - and it's not like I actually care... It's more like I wanted an excuse to grab the hose and soak my husband. :D

 Besides, haven't you all been dying to see a pregnant lady in a swimsuit? Just over 35 weeks!

Helloooooooooooooooooooooo Belly Button!

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Eric is nesting again ...

I've Decided

I'm done.

I spend so many days crying, so many days waiting to not be pregnant... and I'm done.

My life is great - I have an amazing husband who loves me and does so much for me. What reason do I have to be sad?

Yes, sometimes I have literally no control over my emotions - there is nothing I can do. But sometimes I think I use the pregnancy as an excuse and let myself succumb to my emotions.

I'm done. I am happy.

Nesting

My birthing classes and my doctor have all warned me about nesting. They said it was going to happen at some point and that I should take it easy...

What they didn't warn me was that it was going to infect my husband before it infected me! It was really funny yesterday when Eric asked if the two of us could attack the house. We defrosted the freezer, cleaned out the fridge (like, took everything out, wiped the insides, the works!), cleaned the oven and microwave, organized the bedroom, deep cleaned the bathroom, did 2 loads of laundry, vacuumed the whole house (kitchen included), and watered the garden. While doing the dishes, Eric turned to me with a horrified look on his face and said, "I think I'm nesting!"

Finally able to take a breather, we sat down on the couch and suddenly Eric was up again! He saw cats in the front yard and went to chase them away from the flowers only to find that they had yet again crawled through and pooped in the flower bed. Determined to keep them out Eric looked up ways to keep them out via the internet. After mentioning chicken wire as an option to me I mentioned that perhaps we could make our own, or at least something similar. We have a futon that is broken and I thought that we could clip off the bed of the futon and fit it around the flowers so the cats can't dig up the dirt to make a spot for their dumping ground. Eric liked the idea so he made it happen. If our improv cat repellent doesn't work, the next solution involves me taking the bed of the futon and hot gluing tacks - sticking straight up of course. You may think I'm joking, but I am not.

Eric didn't let me help because it suddenly occurred to him that I wasn't supposed to be doing much anyway, so he made me go sit back down. He did ask me to make him dinner though which was really nice. He said that as good as the meals we received this week have been that he prefers my cooking. (aw!)


Needless to say, Eric is sleeping today. We are both pretty wiped out after our intense day yesterday.

The List of Don'ts

As I get closer to my due date it seems the list of "don'ts" seems to get bigger and bigger. I checked the list for something specific yesterday and was very excited that it wasn't on the list. I looked for something that says, specifically, "Don't chase after and kill any cats." I did not see that on my list anywhere. I saw "don't stand" and "don't sit" but nothing about not killing cats. So, since there are cat prints in my flowers and a dug up flower surrounded by cat poop, I plan on killing cats this weekend.

Just thought you should be warned. If you live in my neighborhood, board up your windows because this is WAR!