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Monday, March 31, 2008

Change

Some Things Never Change...

I had my husband take a photo of my pregnant self yesterday morning. I intentionally wore the same thing for a fair comparison. I freakin' look the same! The only thing that has changed is my hair. A little.


<<-------- 22 WEEKS
32 WEEKS------->>

Maybe I won’t get any bigger.
I’ll just have less lung and stomach capacity and more foot.




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And Some Things Do.

(or "We Were Only at Each Other’s Throats for a Couple Hours!")

We finally painted the nursery!
I wanted chocolate and cream. HunnyBuns did not. Since this is his baby too (and he was gracious enough about me painting the upstairs green), I brought home all the neutral-colored paintchips in the Lowe’s Olympic brand and had him pick out the shades he liked most.

We decided on a wall with stripes but neither of us had ever done stripes. Hubby brought home a laser level from work and we thought we were set, but then it turned out Hunny did not know how to make the laser work correctly for vertical lines. A bunch of grumbling and crankiness and so forth ensued from both our mouths. We ended up using a level and a pencil hoping all along the lines would come out “straight enough.”

This is what we got. Pretty good for our first attempt! I learned a lot for future painting reference.


This week, I will touch-up the big mistakes but let the smaller mistakes live. I am too pregnant to be very detailed anymore. Anyway, by the time our daughter is old enough to ask “what are all these marks from?” we’ll move her into the Big Girl Bedroom.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Hell Bunny

On Sunday, we had my family over for dinner. We celebrated Easter along with the birthdays of my BIL Hunter (whose birthday is today) and my sweetie David (whose birthday is on Friday).

My sister made a large and delicious ice cream cake. I thought it would be a good idea to put the appropriate number of candles for each of the birthday boys.

Three people lit the candles, and before we were even halfway through our task, the smoke alarm was beeping wildly. Candles began to unite their flames and I yelled “Quick! Everybody sing!”

We sang a rushed and panicked version of "Happy Birthday To You" while the smoke alarm chimed in.



Holy Smokes!

I wish I had taken an eye-level photo of the cake which would have resulted in a portrait of Hell Bunny being surrounded by flames. But I was just too preoccupied with the growing fire.



Happy Easter everyone! Hope it was smoke-free!

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Hard at work in the Bahamas

To start off, I'd like to mention that in the previous post Adhis says she sometimes calls me a few pet names. I want everyone to know that she calls me PumpkinHead because I have a huge noggin and Orejas because my ears are humongous. There.

Recently I had the tough assignment to accompany a co-worker to Nassau, Bahamas. We worked hard Monday through Thursday and managed to have most of Friday off to have fun. One of the guys we were doing work for mentioned that Stuart Cove's Diving has great snorkeling and scuba diving trips. I did a little research and found out that they have a scuba diving program where non-scuba certified people can experience scuba diving with a dive instructor after a basic class.

I have dreamed of scuba diving since I was about 10 years old. I spent the whole week trying to convince my co-worker to go diving with me on Friday. After resorting to the fail-safe tactic of questioning his manhood, he decided to go with me. Woohoo!

We picked the most gorgeous day to go out on the ocean. The water was calm and blue-green. It was incredible. The photo above was the first dive site. I was a little nervous when we first started dropping 4 or 5 feet below the surface, but I soon realized that breathing was easier than with a snorkel. Within a couple of minutes I felt really good and started having a great time.

I brought a little Kodak underwater camera along, but the pictures didn't do justice to how beautiful everything was underwater. It was one of the most amazing things I've done in a long time.

I couldn't believe how vibrant the colors were on all the fish. There were schools of yellow-tailed snappers everywhere.
The airplane wreck was from one of the Jaws movies. I guess they wrecked it as part of the movie and left it there. There were so many fish swimming around us that it was hard to get a clear shot.

During the dives we went on that day I saw a lion fish, a couple of barracuda, a reef shark (I'm not sure exactly which species, but this looks close to what I saw), and a wrecked Coast Guard Cutter. Beforehand, I thought I would be really nervous to see a shark while underwater, but when I saw the reef shark I felt more curiosity and amazement than anything. Plus, the sharks in that area are more interested in hurt and dead fish than humans. But it was comforting to see the shark swim away from us rather than toward us!

The end result of my scuba diving trip was that I realized scuba was even cooler than I thought it would be. I'm going to get scuba certified this summer and I think I'd like to get a better camera for underwater photography. I had a ton of fun snapping pictures of everything I saw.

Nassau, I hope to come see you again, soon!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Introducing the Hunny (guest writer)

Every so often you get to read a little bit Adhis; well, HunnyPot would like to occasionally post a little bit a-that. I’m not sure WHY … so I will be surprised right along with you all.

You may have noticed to your right that there are now two contributors to this blog: Adhis and Utah Dave. Because of his willingness to reveal his name online, I no longer need to keep referring to him as HunnyPot, unless he really hates it! ::wink::

With hair on his face and Without: SAME GUY!

I don’t know how often or about what he’ll blog, so let me set the record straight before his first post.

1. What is your husband's name?
Well, we’ll just call him Utah Dave or David on this blog. Sometimes I will refer to him as Hunny, HunnyPot, HoneyBuns, PumpkinHead, and Orejas.

2. How long have you been married?
7 years so far

3. How did you meet?
I was working for the Census Bureau in 2000 and David was one of those slackers who did not fill out a census form, so I was sent out to conduct the census interview. He thought I was cute; I thought he was a little creepy.

4. How long did you date?
No clue. I cannot remember what month I met him. 3 months maybe?? He kissed me August 2, 2000 and that’s when I decided to date him exclusively.

5. Who eats more?
That’s hard to say.

6. Who said 'I love you' first?
I did. We were making out on the couch at his apartment and I accidentally said it. Fortunately, I had whispered it and he didn’t hear me because I was Le’SHOCKED I had said it. I had a quick little internal chat with myself and realized that I indeed loved him, so I said it again a little louder. He stopped kissing me and his little face lit up; he was so overjoyed! Very sweet.

7. Who sings better?
:::grin::: He does, but he sounds like Roy Orbison, and I don’t enjoy Roy Orbison. But I love that he likes serenading me.

8. Who is taller?
At 6’3½”, he is exactly a foot taller than me.

9. Whose temper is worse?
MINE!! Now, shut up!

10. Who does the laundry?
I do; He will on rare occasion.

11. Who does the dishes?
He does. He’s in charge of the kitchen. I will occasionally when he has been too busy or is out of town.

12. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?
I do, but we sometimes switch it up; Like now, because the left side of the bed is closer to the bathroom and I’m pregnant.

13. Who does the cooking?
I do, though, he will happily cook a meal or two a week if I ask him to. He is much more creative than I. He will actually go through a cookbook and pick something we have never eaten, get the ingredients, and happily experiment!

14. Who is more stubborn?
I AM and I’m sticking to it!

15. Who proposed?
While overlooking the valley, he read to me part of his patriarchal blessing describing his marriage and family. I didn’t know he was proposing at the moment but I thought “if I stick with this guy, I’ll make it into the Celestial Kingdom!” When he actually popped the question, I exclaimed “YES YES YES!”

16. Whose parents do you see the most?
Mine.

17. Who pays the bills?
We set it on automatic so neither of us has to really do it. We have a budget meeting once a month to see if anything needs re-adjusting.

18. What does he like to do?
Computer programming, computer videogaming with his buddy, playing with our dog Indy, NAPPING, watching movies, water sports when he has the chance, and rooting for BYU.

19. Who wears the pants in the family?
I do. But he's the one who takes them off. (HA!)

20. Why do you love your husband?
He is sweet, tender, loving, compassionate, generous, playful, cuddly, intelligent, common-sense, spiritual, and a calming force in my life. He is God’s love incarnate, personalized just for me.



Now you know a little about Hunny-- er, I mean, David.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

10 Weeks to Go and a Bit of a Scare

Do you know I only have 10 weeks to go??? TEN!! It seems like such a short time ago that I was saying, “Let’s wait until January to paint the nursery.” Even back then, January seemed like a ways off.

I checked the calendar today; Did you know January already passed?!? I must have slept through the alarm.

We still haven’t bought anything for the baby. (Denial?) It’s not completely our fault though. We DID go to purchase this crib and dresser in February but they were on backorder, so we weren’t even allowed to place an order. That kinda quashed our “get ready for the baby” mode. Don’t worry though; we’ll paint the nursery. Sometime. Maybe when HunnyPot gets back from the Bahamas.


Yes, my husband is in the Bahamas. He’s been there all week for work. I could have gone had I not been pregnant. ::pout::

He goes out of town a lot but usually it’s to San Diego, Detroit, Miami, D.C., places within our country’s borders so I usually get to talk with him on the phone while he’s gone if I haven’t decided to accompany him.

But this time, his work was in the Bahamas. The work cell phone doesn’t work there. Hunny’s cell phone doesn’t work there, so we had email and, if we were lucky to be online at the same time, internet phone. I tried to suck it up and think “it’s only a week,” not such a big deal.

It did bug me though when I went to Lamaze class on Wednesday by my lonesome. I huffed and I puffed but I didn’t get any hugs or kisses when I was done.

It bugged me on Thursday when I went to the Lindon Cannery to get some Things-to-Eat-When-the-End-of-the-World-Gets-Here. I had a good time there as I usually do, but when I got home, I realized I couldn’t carry the #10 cans down to the basement. I did it anyway in a million little trips.

On Friday, I was getting ready to go to a dental appointment when I decided to call my OB about some symptoms I had been feeling the past couple days. I expected to get “oh, just keep an eye on it and just watch out for blahblahblah.” Instead, I got “you need to go to Labor & Delivery.” I tripped over my tongue and then tried backpedaling by saying the symptoms weren’t that bad or I could wait to see if they just went away, but she insisted. I hung up and cried.

There I was, wanting my husband but not being able to talk to him in the Bahamas and tell him what was going on. That really “bugged” me.

After a few uttered prayers, I was able to compose myself. I called my dentist, cancelled the appointment, packed some things, and headed out the door.

Long story, short-- Everything looks good: the baby's heartbeat, my placenta (it was the cutest placenta you ever did see!), my kidneys, etc, etc. The worst part about the hospital visit was spending 4 hours in the exam room by myself waiting for the nurses to come in to check on me while I lied on a gurney strapped to the monitor. I was so BORED. (But bored is better than worried.)

I did get spoiled by getting an ultrasound. I got to see my baby girl: her big eyes, her round little cheeks, and her comically-pumping heart. I can't wait to see her soon.

I can’t wait until HunnyPot gets home tonight.


The ultrasound tech gave me a photo of baby's face
but it wasn't the cute pudgy-cheeked one-- oh nooo--
she
gave me the scary Terminator skull-faced one seen here:



For now, I guess I'll have to go on my memory and on this 3-D photo the hospital gave me back in January.


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Relief Society Retreat and My Feet

Yes, that photo is of me... from my feet's perspective.

I don't think I'm hugely HUGE, however, I'm having trouble buckling Sunday dress shoes. And keeping my pants up. And breathing when I attempt bending over.

Speaking of feet... they seem to be growing. I don't really think they look different, but some of my shoes are becoming very uncomfortable. And the house shakes when I walk. And my feet hit the chandelier when I cross my legs.

Since becoming pregnant, I tend to leave my shoes for last when getting dressed to go out. Last Friday, I went to a Relief Society retreat. Before leaving the house, I threw on some boots. Well, the intention was to "just throw on" some boots. I squeezed my foot into a boot and thought, "huh, these socks must be too thick." My foot felt like it was being hugged by a boa constrictor. I changed into thin dress socks and still felt the same sensation. But since I was running a couple minutes late, I stuck with the boots. They didn't want to zip up though. I got some butter, a jar of Vaseline, and a crowbar and I successfully got my boots on.

(HunnyPot must have accidentally thrown my boots into the laundry and shrunk them. I'll have to talk to him about that.)


OH! Here are some photos of the women who came to the aforementioned Relief Society retreat. I don't recall Amber wearing a foil circle on her forehead so it can only mean it's time to freakin' clean my camera lens!!Front Row:
Jennica, Kat, Jamie, Cami, Summer, Nicole, Amy, Jana
, Marcela, Teri, Lynda
Second Row:
Kathy, Becky, Kristen, Ca
rrie, Amannda, Amelia, Chantille, Kim D.
Standing Row:
Donna, Gwen, Kari, Joan, Kim L., Amy, Aubrey S., Helen, Brooke F., Clarice, Brooke K., Amber C., Diana, Heidi, Janet, Sandra, Lizzette, Amber M., Mariah, Tiffany

Back Row:
Sheree, Carrie, Adhis, Christi, Aubrey W.


(Cami earned her princess crown by correctly guessing the day of the week I got pregnant.)



We need to
get together more often!











Brooke K. made this deeeelicious and beautiful cake for the event.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Practice, Practice, Practice

My sister lent us a baby bassinet which my husband promptly set up next to our bed. He asked me to pretend it was the middle of the night and get the doll out just as I would if it were our daughter.


We both lied down on the bed, and he cued the crying.

I “groggily” reached into the bassinet, grabbed the doll by a leg, and swung her into the bed.

Hunny was not amused.


I’ll get better over time. ;)