Friday, December 30, 2011

Noah Mark Freeman, part 1

I want to begin with the more exciting part of this whole experience--Noah's actual birth. Forgive me for skipping all the labor part--no need to bore you through those details! Let's get to the good stuff!

Noah Mark Freeman was born on December 20, 2011 at 6:13 p.m. He was perfect and yanked out with forceps. Mom was grateful for her epidural :)
 We couldn't believe he was 9 pounds 5 ounces. Because my fluid levels were so high, they thought he was a smaller baby just swimming around in there. There was a whole lot of fluid, and a whole lot of baby, apparently! He is, after all, his father's child.
 When he was placed on my chest, I couldn't believe what I saw. He was more handsome and perfect than I had ever imagined.
 Daddy was so proud of him. He trotted around the room like it was his most prized possession--and let's be honest...our Noah is!

 Here is the man who made a vaginal delivery possible--THANK YOU DR. JUDD! He really does have skills with those forceps. He got Noah out in less than 15 minutes.
 Taken December 21st.
 This was before all the chaos. I loved snuggling him. We were starting to get a little worried that he had only eaten 2 solid times and had only one bowel movement. He didn't act uncomfortable though, so we didn't worry too much. It was very soon, however, that he got an x-ray on his stomach and was also examined by the pediatrician. I got the phone call that Noah needed to be transported to Utah Valley's NICU.
 And then the nightmare began!
 This is me saying bye to him before they loaded him up in the ambulance to go to Utah Valley's NICU for tests. It was awful. I had to stay back to get fully discharged from the hospital. My mom was with me, luckily. Not knowing what was wrong with my baby brought on a swarm of terrifying emotions that I don't wish on anyone!
And this was just the beginning of all the pokes and pricks this brand new baby of mine had to endure!

When I'm a little more recovered from it all, I'll share the rest of the story. That sounds a bit dramatic...haha, but we'll see.

"how can I sell my breast milk"

is what is in our Google Search right now.

We're supposed to be home--the three of us--but the doctors thought it more convenient that we stay yet another day at Primary Children's hospital because "he has lost weight over the last three days."

Am I bitter? A little.

That's when Mark Googled to see how we can sell my breast milk. If you're in the market, give us a call. I'm producing a lot these days. After 1) giving birth, 2) getting transported via ambulance to two hospitals 3) having very $$ surgery (preluded with mucho expensive tests) 4) only having coverage for all this until January 4th 5) not getting to hold my baby for more than 30 minutes for a week 6) neglecting my impressive stitches and dealing with painful constipation for 10 days 7) anticipating another major surgery in 6 months (in which it is nearly impossible for any insurance to take Noah)... I could of course go on... we have a lot on our minds.

But I promise my list of things I'm grateful for is even longer! We've been SHOWERED with love and kindness--and I am eternally grateful for it, really.


I'm ready to go home. Live a normal life with my son and Mark. Heal--emotionally and physically. My poor baby has to poop through a hole in his stomach. And how am I going to face people who see it and look in disgust? It's a totally normal reaction. I almost passed out when I saw it the first few times.

Only 6 babies in Utah are born with Hirschsprung's Disease per year. Hirschsprung's is a disease found in the large intestine. Noah's lower colon (about 11 inches of it, or a little less than half) is absent of ganglion cells, which aid in moving stool through the bowels to the anus. In his 5 hour surgery, the surgeons (whom we absolutely love--seriously) took biopsies every four to five centimeters starting at the anus to test for these ganglion cells. After the 4th biopsy, they discovered them. This is where they pulled his intestine through his skin--called a colostomy--so that he could have bowel movements. His poor tummy was so distended that they were worried his bowels had an obstruction because of all the build up. This is why they ordered he have surgery on Christmas morning. It is a Christmas we will never forget. This all still feels like a bad dream. After Noah gets bigger and stronger in six months they will perform his "pull through" surgery. They will take his intestine and pull it back through the hole and pull it down to his anus and take out the part of the colon that doesn't have the ganglion cells. Isn't it crazy that they can do that? I'm grateful. While it's unfortunate that Noah will only have about 60% of his colon (that's not an exact percentage...just a guess), they have performed this surgery on kids with as little as 20% of their colon. Your large intestine doesn't deal much with nutrition--just water absorption. So for the rest of Noah's life, we will have to make sure that he is always hydrated and eating foods that comply with this disease. Because Noah was so big when he was born, he has dealt with all this stress beautifully. It may not be because he's so big, but I'm sure that helps! He is such a strong baby and has an amazing spirit about him. We love him so much, and I hope I never see him in pain again! I know, I know, not likely, but can't a mama wish?? The surgeons are very optimistic that he will live a completely normal, active life. We won't give up on him being a big wrestling super-star just like his daddy!

Luckily we have spent all day feeding him and making sure he expends as little energy as possible. His weight has increased because of it and it looks like we will get to go home tomorrow. Thank the heavens! But there's always that chance....keep your fingers crossed.

This is Noah with his very distended tummy. Although he looks like he's in pain, you would never know! Not even a whimper from this kid. We are so so grateful that he was able to get an operation to fix him! He's totally normal now and we can tell he feels great. We can't wait to take him home!

Friday, December 23, 2011

How do I begin this post?

It's been the most exhausting, exhilarating, exciting, and frightening week of my life. Since I'm exhausted and my mind isn't the most clear, I'm going to list a bunch of things that I need to document later on.
  • News that I was getting induced (Monday night)
  • Admitted to the hospital Monday night at 5:15 p.m.
  • I.V., Cervidil insertion, waiting all night long
  • Taking the Cervadil out, administering the Pitossin
  • 2 1/2 hours of increasing the dosage, 1/2 an hour of insane contractions
  • Getting the epidural...thank the heavens.
  • News that I was "complete" by another nurse
  • News that I wasn't complete, but still at a 9
  • Noah at a weird position--forceps or wait it out? Definitely forceps.
  • Delivering a 9 pound 5 ounce beautiful baby boy...my little Boomer.
  • Nurses: Andrea, Suzie, Andrea, Vickie, Tami, Zandy, Jill.
    • Shae, Karen, Vanessa (NICU)
  • Spending 2 days in heaven with our Noah bear
  • Finding eating and digestive problems
  • Getting the x-ray
  • Getting transported in an ambulance to Utah Valley RMC NICU
  • Seeing Noah get pricked, pried, and prodded in places and ways that a mother would NEVER want to see
  • Getting a rectal biopsy and pooping all over the doctor and peeing on the nurse (good boy!)
  • Could be Hirschsprung's Disease?  May have to get transported (again) to Primary Children's
  • Pumping constantly so there's a nice supply of milk for when Noah's better
  • Staying healthy myself 
  • All the love and support from friends and family during this hard time
  • Finding out what pure love is through being a parent
He is absolutely perfect in every way. The only thing keeping him from being home with us is this terrible constipation. Thank goodness for modern medicine and caring doctors. We feel so loved and supported at this time, but I'm not going to lie---I can only take so much before I crumble every day. We're just taking it one day at a time and know that he'll be super healthy soon. We just need to get this problem fixed and figured out and he can continue to live a normal life. We're so grateful that this isn't something that will be hindering to him in any way down the road once we get it fixed. He has the most amazing spirit. We're amazed daily at how determined and calm he is about everything happening to him. He is so strong! Much stronger than I am!

One day at a time....

Saturday, December 17, 2011

1 day overdue

Ugh. It's 12:15 a.m. and officially the 17th of December... I'll be bouncin' on this thing for a bit. Let's hope I pop before the ball does.

Goodnight to you all! Sleep better than I will! Cross your fingers :)

Friday, December 16, 2011

AFI (not that band from middle school)

Yesterday I had a fun adventure. I went to the perinatologist (spelling?) unit of Utah Valley hospital to get a non-stress test and then an AFI...stands for Amniotic Fluid Index. This was the test to fail (read last post) but I knew that there was no way I was going to leave with the "okay" to get induced. It was a quick ultrasound and the tech measured how much fluid I had in me.

She looked at me and said, "Well, normally we fail people who have amniotic fluid levels of around 5. You're at 25...enough to carry triplets" (does anyone know what units of measurement that they use? it's bugging me)

No wonder my belly is so round. But that also means that he's not as big as I thought--he's just swimming around in there. This can also partially explain why I haven't progressed much because it's hard for him to stay in one spot due to all the fluid.

My dad happened to stop by to check on me. He wanted me to fail so badly so that he could have a grandbaby today! The nurses sent me to get more monitoring at Orem Community where my doctor was inducing a bunch of patients and my mom just happened to be working there too. I sat at the monitor for 2 hours and he's as healthy and normal as ever! But why the heck do his kidneys work that well? 25?!!?? All the nurses (including my mamacita) said they'd never heard of AFI's that high in a full term pregnant woman...

Oh and it didn't reassure me that my doctor said I'd be pregnant until February. OR that in his practice right now (as of two days ago) I am his MOST PREGNANT PATIENT.

K sidenote: when you're 40 weeks pregnant, do NOT drink ANYTHING after 8. Or even 7. I got up to go to the bathroom seven times last night. SEVEN. And for some reason decided not to go back to sleep after 3:45. This is all in preparation for mommyhood I guess!

Have a wonderful day and remember not to complain about being fat or uncomfortable around me.

I might snarl at you.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Baby update

Still no baby. Still not dilated. Still not effaced. He's basically stuck up there...warm and cozy-like.

But but but....he WILL be here within a week and he WILL be chubby (at least he'd better be chubby if he's going to come late!). I am reminded by other mommies that I still have 2 days until my due date and a lot can happen, but if I'm anything like my mother, I will have to be induced.

The doc is sending me to the hospital tomorrow to get 2 things: a non-stress test and an AFI (amniotic fluid index). If I fail one of them (the AFI is the easy one to fail) then they will send me to Orem Community to start inducing me. He encouraged me to bring a few extra movie passes or something to bribe the nurse to fail me. I'll have to do that, because I doubt I fail either of them. "This is the test to fail!" he exclaimed. If I obviously pass both of them, then I will see my doc. again on Monday and he'll most likely schedule me for an induction the next day (let's hope at least...he says the lines get long for inductions at this time because no one wants their babies born on Christmas!). I never wanted to get induced, but at this point, am I one to be picky? Nope, definitely not.

It feels so foreign being at home all day. I thought it would be a lot more exciting than it is. But what I realized is that it's just too darn quiet! I need my little buddy here with me. I'm so used to being surrounded by people all day and moving about that all this lying around business isn't settling well with me.

I can only be on my computer for so long before my hands swell like latex doctor's gloves. I think the heat of my computer and the angle that I type don't exactly help the swelling. And I've given up on doing the dishes. It hurts too badly! My belly is seriously too big so that I can't comfortably reach the faucet, which results in some serious back aches. Sorry Mark :(

I do need to vacuum still and get a rug for our hall bathroom and possibly make a meal or two...I'll let you know if that gets done. My mom is taking me to get all my nails done today...so I guess I should at least shower and wash my hair, right?

Does anyone else have a hard time getting ready when there's absolutely nothing scheduled and it's freezing outside?

Good, because I've been in my bed in my underwear all day... is it really 1 p.m.? Whoops.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Yesterday morning's events made the list for "TOP 10 SCARIEST MOMENTS".  I woke up at around 6:50 and did not feel any movements. I was having a really long contraction so my tummy was hard-as-rock. Mark fetched me some ice water so I drank that quickly and laid on my left side. Finally my belly relaxed, but he still wasn't moving. Mark grabbed my belly and jostled him around to see if he'd move. He still didn't budge. I hurriedly called my mom and she told me to go to the hospital right away. I was bawling of course, but Mark didn't seem too panicked. I laid back on my side and sure enough he did move a little. But I wasn't satisfied. I didn't get to school until about 8:35 and after observing two teachers I was still unsettled about it. I told my mentor teacher that I needed to get him checked out so I headed to the hospital. Although I had felt him move a few times, I didn't want to wait until I didn't feel him move at all and have some major regret later. Of course the worst possible thoughts were going through my head but I just said a prayer that all would be normal. Better to be safe than sorry. I texted my mom "almost to the hospital". I didn't want to bother Mark unless there was something seriously wrong. I got checked in and hooked up to the monitor. It turned out that he was just very sleepy, but as soon as the tight belt and monitor was on him, he was active as ever and all is well. His heart rate was great and my contractions were regular. I felt much much better!

I had my 38 week 5 day appointment just a few hours later. He had the same news as he did last week...I'll most definitely (unless the Man Upstairs decides to humble him) deliver this guy late. As my good friend Megan shared with me a few months ago when she was trying to have her little one...."My cervix sucks." Haha. He's just wayy too cozy in here. I don't blame him, because who wants to leave their cozy bed to venture into 18 degree weather?! I certainly don't! But come on little guy, I'm getting consistently uncomfortable and stretch marks are most likely going to make their lovely appearance very soon.

However...I asked for it. All my life I've wanted to have big chunky babies. And if he's gaining the so-called one ounce a day, he'll most definitely get to the 8 pound range. Heaven help me! Also, I have told him that he absolutely cannot come early because his daddy has to finish taking 3 finals. Soo that leaves just one day to be "on time" and anything after the 16th is late. So I have no real right to murmur about it. What I am bummed about is that he could most definitely be born just a couple of days before Christmas. I'll have to get creative for birthdays to make sure he feels special! Anyway...I'll keep you all posted! Happy Wednesday!

ps- two days until I'm a GRADUATE of BYU!

Friday, December 2, 2011

ohh I can't believe it

I made it! I am DONE planning lessons! Hallelujah! Now I just have to focus on getting all my papers written for my TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) endorsement. Everything is due by next Friday the 9th, which will also mark my 39th week of pregnancy! Student teaching flew, but I'm so glad that it's over. I am really starting to ache all over and dealing with teenagers all day can wear anyone out.

I got checked at my 37 week appointment four days ago and you know what he said? "You've got nothin' (referring to 0 cm dilated and 0% effaced)  ...Miss Amy, you could still be pregnant in the 20s of December."

I wanted to throw my shoe at him. Oh wait, I was barefoot and my pants were off. There is no such thing as modesty when you're preggo.

I'm thinking that this is my doc's style---to really exaggerate so that the end result is never disappointing. Remember the weight appointment? How he said that at the rate I was going I'd be 180 pounds by the end? Yeah well kiss my booty.

Some fun happenings in the Freeman fam.:

Mark's older brother Erik is the Orem High wrestling head coach, so last week we went to see the Tigers in their first match of the season. I can't wait to put our little "Boomer" in youth wrestling. We saw dozens of little boys ages 3-10 matched up wrestling each other in the wrestling room....seriously so adorable. I wish that I would have taken a picture of them--but their parents were all watching and I didn't want to look like a creeper.

I couldn't help but notice my husband's name on the wall:
The only problem is that golden color... (Go Timpview!) But it was my first live wrestling match EVER and I can't see why it's not more popular! There's blood, sweat, tears, vomit...everything that exudes masculinity and manhood (right??). Boys of all shapes and sizes can participate and be awesome at it. It was such a huge part of Mark's life and he was excited to teach me all about it. The Tigers won that night, which is a pretty big deal considering that Erik is rebuilding the program this year.

Thanksgiving was a total hit this year. I enjoyed getting 5 days off of school---probably a little too much.
Here we are at the mall after getting bagels at Einstein's (I ate four of them... Heaven on Earth in mi boca) Breaking Dawn, getting our nails done, and shopping. This was the day before Thanksgiving so we didn't go too crazy in stores...the sales weren't up to par. We had such a fun time and missed having Fifi and Nico in the picture! Imagine my mother saying, "You could have this baby any day now, so you HAVE to get your nails done!"....Hmm....I had to think really long and hard about that one! Thanks mama for such a FUN day!

Now on to the "Turkey bowl"
I'm a little suspicious that some of these are of him purposefully posing for me.
 Isn't that a great hat? I think it accentuates his desirable high cheek bones.

 My brother Austin is a senior this year! Crazy! I never get to see this kid--he's always running around.

 I fulfilled my role as cheerleader/photographer on the sidelines. A perk to being 9 months pregnant in the winter? No need for a coat. Or long sleeves. Or long pants.
This is how much Erica loves Robbie. Erica fulfilled her role as supportive wife to Mr. Larson. Notice her Little Mermaid jacket....
Why hello there....




Robbie's punt after-shot.
And of course...group photos.
Tough guys.
Happy guys ready to do some major damage in the kitchen!
We headed up to my parents' house after their game and had an amazing brunch with buttermilk pancakes, bacon, eggs Benedict, and scrambled eggs. Mark and I were there until about 2:30 and then we headed up to Saratoga Springs to join Mark's family for a Thanksgiving feast. And boy....that was amazing. Mark's brother Erik woke up at 5 a.m. to smoke the turkey and it was absolutely delicious.
This picture is terrible. However, I wanted to add it because my legs look 12 feet long. And yes, my feet and ankles really are that swollen...ouch!
Food coma.
This little man is just nice and toasty and squooshed in my bell. I can tell that he's gaining weight because my once "outtie" belly button is turning into a "flattie" and when I feel him move it seems like my whole body shifts. I'm worried sick he'll be a 10-pounder if he stays in me a week later than my due date. Mark and I packed his diaper bag and installed his car seat two nights ago....now we need to pack our bags! I can't believe he can come any time. I have a feeling that he'll come late though....he's not ready to share himself with everyone quite yet. He's a mama's boy already! Or maybe it's just that I'm not ready to share him with anyone else....

If I get much bigger, I'll take that last statement back! Pictures of his room are coming! I still need to cover the 80s patterned cushions on my rocker and get a book shelf and hang some pictures up. We'll see if I get those things done.....

This is a really long blog post. Lo siento! Hasta luego!
 I stole this from my sis-in-law Sarah's blog! She's due in March with a baby girl! can't wait to have all these babies around!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Man in charge

I woke up this morning at the fun hour of 5:45 to abrupt kicking to my right ribs. Although I really wanted to sleep in today (Thanksgiving break--hallelujah) I didn't mind it so much. Him kicking me and squirming around means that he's alive and he's real.  I am so grateful for such a healthy pregnancy. During the course of my pregnancy, I have had 3 loved ones lose their babies. One was just a few weeks along, another was 22 weeks along, and another was 34 weeks. The two who lost theirs at 22 and 34 were within a couple weeks of where I was in my pregnancy at the time. All of them were unexpected and as you can imagine, extremely painful and difficult to hear about when my own pregnancy has been nearly perfect as any I've heard of. My heart goes out to all the women out there who have had to deal with losses and pains of losing babies. I can only imagine the pain that that must feel...or can I? When I first titled this post "man in charge," I was thinking of my baby. But now it takes on a new meaning. We only have so much control over our lives; Heavenly Father has a plan for each of us and we have to at all times be willing to say "Thy will, not mine be done." And most of the time that's a harder pill to swallow than we'd like.

catch-up: Baby shower

My baby shower...
was the day after the wedding. It was amazing. My parents' house has been re-modeled for most of my pregnancy and had just barely finished it a few days before this shower. It is the most beautiful renovation that I've ever seen. It worked out perfectly since so many people came and there was plenty of room. My sister-in-law Estefi went above and beyond for me. The invitations turned out ADORABLE. It was a pumpkin theme. My mother- in- law Kerri also went nuts. She made the most delicious soups and desserts that I could ever wish for. My step mother- in- law Shelly did the decorations-- of course they were darling-- and I just couldn't ask for better support from so many aunts, cousins, friends, sisters, in-laws...I had such a blast and this little boy has more than he'll ever need or want. My closest Aunt Cindy made me this almond cake that had a Mummy on it, complete with the saying, "I love Mummy". And of course MY mommy was a busy-bee just getting the house looking perfect. I feel so incredibly blessed. This little boy of mine is one lucky dude!

 I don't know why the pictures are so small-- but this is a changing table that Estef found and refinished for me! She also did the crib, but we couldn't get it to fit in any of our cars to bring to the shower! This was the first time that I saw it and it made me so excited. (Side note: we just found out that she's having another BOY!! She's due April 8th. I couldn't be more excited that our boomer will have a boy cousin his age!! Her first two ultrasounds at the hospital were wrong! We thought she was expecting a girl. So fun!)


Gifts GALORE.
 Of course Shelly and Fifi had to make me diaper cakes....this one that Shelly made was huge! She included all different brands and sizes so that I could more easily figure out which ones will work for my babe's bum. :) What a smart woman. They will keep me stocked for at least a little while. Thank you!

Fifi's adorable "Panda" themed diaper cake. Our nursery is all things panda--since those of you who know me know that I have been obsessed with them since high school!
 This is my aunt Cindy working hard on my cake! I love her so much! Isn't she adorable? I hope I look like her at her age! You'd never guess how old she is. She worked her tail off to make it just perfect--and it was!


 I have the coolest aunts in the world. L-R: Diana (my adopted aunt), Jennie, and Cindy. I had a bunch of other aunts there who didn't make it into the picture! Thank you Auntie Wendy, Sara, Sarah, and Becki for coming too!
 And I had to get a picture with my grandma Carol. That's my cousin Brea on the left. I forget how short I am until I see me next to other "short" women. Ahh the life of a 5-footer (who's prego). It was such a fun shower and we came home with a couple carloads of goodies. I missed a bunch of friends from my old ward who didn't come though. I'll post pictures of his nursery soon!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

*tear tear

I just wrote a novel about pregnancy and my boomer and it got deleted :(
I'm 36 weeks tomorrow. My little boomer is getting huge. He startles me at least twice a day with his large movements. He's getting crammed in there, and so are all of my other major organs. I can't breathe very well and these aches and pains are getting more pronounced. Luckily my last day of student teaching is the day after we get back from Thanksgiving Break. I can do this.

Two negative things that have really picked up: 1) swelling---my hands and feet and 2) my bladder constantly being pushed on. I am very very very blessed though that I still sleep very well every night and that I only have to get up once or twice in the night to go to the restroom. Hallelujah! If I wasn't getting any sleep and had to teach for 5 hours every day I would be a basket case all the time. Yesterday I had to take off my shoes while I was teaching and talk with my hands up so the blood could circulate a little better. My students love it. I'm sure going to miss them!!!! They make my days go by so much faster and I love most of them to pieces.


(2 days later....)
Um. About that sleep comment. Thursday night was TERRIBLE! I felt like I didn't sleep a wink. Here's my belly progress:
 Let's take a look at where I was just a few months back:

I'm 36 weeks...almost there! More on pregnancy later--the POSITIVE things. I know you're on the edge of your seat. 

Thursday, November 17, 2011

catch-up: Erica's wedding

I have been one busy soon-to-be mama, let me tell you!

I haven't even talked about my sister's wedding that was on October 28th, or my baby shower that was the next day, or what this kid is doing inside of me.
Erica and Robbie's wedding:
 Their wedding dinner was on the Thursday before their sealing. Robbie's family held it at the newly renovated Riverside Country Club. It was delish and beautiful and all of our family and close friends were there. Robbie's dad was so cute sharing his journal entries about Robbie and Erica's relationship progression over the last few months. He's so sentimental! Robbie is a lot like him. We ended the fun evening with toasts from family and friends. I got up and took all the credit for them getting together. In December I ran into Robbie and urged her to take Erica out. I then gave Erica Robbie's number and told her to text him. One night a couple weeks later she texted him, he asked her out, and they had been together since then. So naturally, it's all because of me ;)

The wedding day was crazy. I took the day off and had my mentor teacher take over that day. He was happy to and everything went smoothly. I met my family at Amara salon where all of the wedding party, including all my sisters' best friends, were getting our hair 'did' and all purtied up for the long day ahead. Poor Erica woke up sick and threw up early that morning. She tried to put a brave face on, but I could tell she wasn't feeling very well. When Erica doesn't feel well, everyone knows it. An old friend ended up doing my hair so it was fun catching up with her and talking about all the changes in our lives since we last saw each other 3 years ago or so. ANYWAY.

I was the last to leave the salon--my mane was just a whole lot to handle in under 2 hours I guess. I ran to the house, threw on my dress (size 10, non-maternity...cracks me up!), left with Mark. As soon as we got to the first light, I frantically screamed "MY TEMPLE RECOMMEND!" We were only 50 yards from our apartment--thank goodness.

We enjoyed the ride up--talking about our wedding day when Mark picked me up from Amara after I had gotten my hair and makeup done and we drove up to the temple together. It was such an exciting and special day. We can't believe it's been over 2 years since it was our turn. We had fun reminiscing and rubbing my belly of course.

The sealing was beautiful. It brought us right back to where we were sealed for time and all eternity. GOsh, I love sealings so much because I always feel like the sealer is talking directly to Mark and me. It's always a wonderful reminder of where our priorities should lie in a marriage--Prayer, scriptures, selflessness, and Christ. Elder Neil L. Anderson sealed them. He is Robbie's great-uncle--so that was really neat to see and hear in person one of the 12 Apostles give counsel and advice. Erica and Robbie radiated, especially when they kissed over the altar. My sister is an animal! and has some guts! She basically grabbed his neck and open-mouth kissed him multiple times.... in front of an Apostle! Elder Anderson even said, "Okay now, let's keep the reverence of the temple...you'll have plenty of time to do that!" I couldn't believe it. I was dying.

The reception was great. It was a total party and I had a ball visiting with old family friends who came to show their support. Erica was sick so she had to sit down to greet people, but once she got some Tums and Ibuprofen, she started feeling better. She still smiled and looked gorgeous as ever. I'm so happy for them--and let me tell ya, they're both SO MUCH BETTER married!!! She's sweeter, more patient, kind, and HAPPY! That's a good sign--I'll take it ;) I told her that the other day and she said, "It's because of ROBBIE! He calms me!" So...Robbie, if you're reading this...THANK YOU FOR CHANGING MY SISTER FOR THE BETTER! Not that she was horrible before...but the girl can be a stress case and she has been nothing but pleasant and sweet since that day. They spent their first night and weekend together up at a sweet cabin in Sundance. They're going on a cruise for their second honeymoon to the Caribbean in December during Christmas break. Hopefully my baby is here by then! She can't miss it!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Man am I lucky

Yes I'm still awake grading term projects, but you know what kept me so occupied today?

Washing and folding my baby boy's blankets, washcloths, and towels. WAYY more important than grading if you ask me.
(My next post will be about all the goodies he/I got at my shower yesterday! It was more like a baby "monsoon"!!)

All day today I was interrupted by Mark's sweet hugs, kisses, "I love you baby"-s and "You're going to be such a good mom" and "Do you think I'll be a great dad?" (all while I was sporting my darling pregnancy garment bottoms and much-too-short non-maternity top--belly hanging out and all, with my usual top-of-head bun. Sexy is the LAST word to describe me these days) To which I reply "THE VERY BEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD!"

AHH he's so gosh darn cute I just don't know what to do with him! It's not like this is anything new. I'm not all about putting a gold star on him publicly (okay I am but not every day), but today I just can't help myself. What other husbands (okay, yours probably does this too) look at their nearly 8 months pregnant wives and say "Gosh you're beautiful--I'm really going to miss your belly...really!" I mean, I'm not one of those lucky pregnant women who has surging energy to get busy in the bedroom (do they really exist?! what do they eat for breakfast??). So it's not like he's saying that out of appreciation for an increased libido or other motive. I'm quite the opposite. TMI? (sorry, but it is so not me...still getting used to it or still waiting for that "stage" to happen)

There's more to men than we give them credit for. Especially my man. I thought that me being pregnant would really try our marriage in different ways. And I suppose it has, but not in ways that I anticipated. We have gotten closer than I ever thought possible. I know there are lots of trials ahead of us, but for right now I'm just soaking up these last few weeks of "just the two of us."

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Take a deep breath...here we go.

This month has been CRAZY.
  • Cousin's baby girl shower last Saturday (due 3 days before me)
  • Lingerie shower for my dear little sister this past Friday
  • My dear friend Chelsie's baby shower yesterday
  • Sister's endowment session for the first time last night
  • Mark's birthday TODAY
  • Mark's birthday dinner w/parents tomorrow night
  • Another Cousin's baby girl shower this Tuesday (due like next week)
  • My sister's wedding dinner this Thursday
  • Sister's sealing this Friday--reception that night
  • My baby shower on Saturday
  • ....exhausted yet? Babies and weddings in my family are rampant this fall! 
  • PLUS all the BYU games that are starting to become more of a chore to attend than anything else. I love my husband that much.
SOO...If I haven't been "there" lately, this is why :) Oh and besides any of these events, unfortunately I still have to plan lessons and write mucho papers in order to grad-gi-tate. November won't be any less busy.

Oh, and my students (okay, like 15 of them) are driving me CR-A-ZYYYYYYY...... They're LAZY and RUDE and my hormones are NOT helping! Last week I swore at all the kids in our "e-time" (like homeroom...but designated for all those peachy-kids who are failing my class...and yes there are more than 5. Or 15.) and the next day banished 5 kids in the hall throughout the day because they wouldn't shut their mouths. I really needed this 4-day weekend.

Dear baby boy, please stay in there until your due date---no earlier, no later. Mama has to finish teaching school and get through her two birthing classes in November to feel anywhere near "ready" for your arrival. Keep kickin' and getting big and strong! I LOVE LOVE LOVE you. I can feel every part of you moving around in me. Yesterday your aunt Fifi felt your whole spine in the temple. You gave her quite a show and showed off your big strong bum throughout the session. This week you've especially been moving a lot. It's so much fun and daddy can't keep his hands off of you (or mommy!) My skin feels like it can't stretch any tighter. Sorry you're getting a bit crammed, but it's only for a little while. See you in 54 days! (please!)

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Amazing

 Close up
 Wa-BAM
 Sportin' the Outtie--proud of it!
 Proud mama-to-be!

It's amazing that I have this special spirit growing inside of me! I'm so in love with this little man of mine... despite some hardships of pregnancy--I've LOVED it so far. I'm just so grateful that I have this great blessing in my life. Heavenly Father loves me so much! And I feel His love for my little Boomer too! I'm 32 weeks TOMORROW!
Love you all!
 
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