Well, it's official! We closed on the sale of our home on Tuesday! It was such a quick deal that we have barely had time to catch our breath. We got a cash offer on the home December 1 and the people wanted to be in by Dec 17. It was such an amazing blessing to sell our home and to receive what we feel like was an excellent offer. We are now thrilled to move forward in building our new home in The Knolls in the Little Valley area, but I have definitely been very nostalgic thinking about all the people in our ward that we will miss! We have made so many wonderful friends in our neighborhood! (Southgate 2nd friends, we will still be going to our ward for 5 or 6 more months, though.)
I was also very nostalgic about leaving our home itself. Here are some things that I will always remember. (I apologize for the low image quality. I've been begging our realtor to send us higher quality photos.)
The kitchen where I learned to really cook.
The office where I taught piano lessons and Shaye edited videos and composed music.
Our spare bedroom turned craft room where I really learned how to sew.
Our bedroom, in which lots of late-night discussions took place. Lots of thoughtful prayer and lots of decision-making happened in this room.
Our great room where we watched (way too much) TV and I sat and graded seemingly endless papers on that couch. I went into labor with Emme in this room on Election Night. :)
These hallways where I stumbled around like a zombie to go get Emme in the night.
Emme's room...this has to be the most special room in the house for me. One Mother's Day during our 5 year battle with infertility, my mom challenged me to set up a nursery. She bought the furniture for me for my next few years of birthday and Christmas, and I went to decorating it. It became a symbol of hope for me, even though it remained empty for 3 years after I set it up. I would often go and just sit in there to remind myself that there would be a happy ending to our struggle. Later, during my pregnancy with Emme, I found great joy in finishing every detail. It has truly been miraculous for me to here her laughter fill this room. I hope to recreate the joyfulness and peace of this room in our new home.
Now we have moved into a rental in Bloomington for awhile. (Not gonna lie, the move itself was a pretty rough for me! Thank goodness to our family and friends who stepped in to help after my brain was fried!) We haven't even broken ground for our house yet, so we'll definitely be here for awhile. Here is a sneak peak of the elevation drawing for our home. We are so excited we can hardly stand it!
We are hoping that the final look is a lot like this:
So much to be thankful for! In the last year or so since the birth of Emme, we honestly haven't had enough room to receive the blessings the Lord has bestowed on us. We are hoping that our home will be completed in May or June.Wish us luck during this crazy process!! I'll definitely be keeping you posted!
This first year with Emme has really been more magical and
sweet than I could have ever hoped. She has truly changed so much, I sometimes
can’t believe it. She is talking a little and often understands what I’m saying
to her. She says “Dada,” “Mama,” “doggie,” “bye bye,” “pretty,” “honey,”
“baby,” “hi,” “what’s that?” “yeah,” and “Nana”.
This kid has got spunk, man! Church has started to become
totally hilarious. We don’t get a thing out of it! She runs around and screams
and bulldozes other kids over. She’s also taken to throwing tantrums lately
when she doesn’t get her way. I’m not sure how to respond to that yet. It’s
been a different phase. Even though she is still so darn cute, she does do kind
of bratty toddler things sometimes. Just part of the deal, I guess.
Emme has this big cheesy grin that she gives to strangers.
It’s easy to see that it’s not the most sincere of expressions, but people
really get a kick out of her. In fact, when she cheeses at someone and they
don’t notice, she looks at them like they’re ridiculous.
Emmeline is adorable when she entertains herself. Sometimes
she walks around the house, playing with random stuff. She can also be
terrifyingly destructive! She makes so many messes. She throws her sippy cup,
feeds the dogs, pulls all kind of stuff out of cabinets and drawers. You name
it!
Emme also does adorable things like sing along to songs and
give kisses. When she sees her dad or my parents in a public place, she gets so
excited. It’s like she is thrilled that we can all get together outside of our
houses.
Sleeping has gotten marginally better lately. Emme seems to
be sleeping through the night-ish. She basically wakes up once or twice most
nights. She is still going strong with nursing. I probably nurse her 3 times a
day. I am just dreading weaning her. We’ve got a system down. I also know that
we need to transition, though...especially now that she tries to rip my shirt off when she's hungry. Not exactly socially acceptable in a public place!
Nursing has been a tremendous blessing as it has kept my
endometriosis at bay and has been a good natural birth control. Obviously we
want to have baby #2 at some point, though, so weaning will need to commence
here in the next few months.
Emme’s birthday party was such a crack up. We had just a few
family members over and had dinner and cake (Homemade Vanilla Cake with
Pomegranate Frosting and Blackberry Cream Filling). Emme loved it and then she
stayed up late playing with her presents.
Life is really just too magical and wonderful to put into
words. Couldn’t be more grateful!
Hello, it's me again...you might have thought I died in childbirth with how I've been (not) updating this blog! But no, life is actually wonderful. More than wonderful, actually. I am now back to blogging after a looooong hiatus. Here is Emmeline's birth story as I wrote it a few days after her birth (11/7/2012). (This is extremely long, so if you want the short version, just watch this AMAZING video Shaye made!)
As my due date approached, I began to feel a great sense of
urgency, like my time was running out. It’s strange looking back now, because
my priorities seemed all wrong. I was so concerned with getting as much of my
school work done as possible before our little darling’s arrival, and I knew
that things would be much more difficult to attend to once she came. The day
before I had Emme, I had a list of last minute errands to run, and I knew it was the last list of
essentials I had to complete before the baby was born. My sister texted me and
wanted to go to lunch, but I told her it was all business for me that day. I
had to get things done. Then, when I was at Walmart, all of the sudden I
started to feel really awful, like a had a really bad flu virus.
As soon as I got home, I laid down and stayed that way for
the rest of the night. I had a feeling that something was up because I’d never
had such odd stomach cramps like that. The fact that all this was
happening on election night is a bit humorous to me now. Perhaps all the
excitement threw me into labor. Shaye started watching the election returns and
I groaned each time a swing state broke for Obama. At about 8:00 pm I went on
a cleaning rampage, even with as awful as I felt. I marched around the house in
a daze, unable to concentrate enough to do anything productive and crying to
myself that our house wasn’t clean enough to bring a new baby home (too late!).
About 9:00 I started to notice that I was having pretty
regular contractions, about 2.5-5 minutes apart. I was really confused at first
because they had started so close together. I knew that dehydration could start
labor so I’d been drinking tons, but I still felt thirsty no matter what. After
my contractions had been going for a good hour and a half I told Shaye he had
to get off from playing X-box because I might be in labor. I have to admit that
part of me wondered if I was being dramatic—could labor really start this
quickly? I called my mom and dad and they agreed that it was worth checking in
to see what was up, and so we brought our two little doggies over to their
house. By the time we got to my parents, my contractions had gone from rather
uncomfortable to a bit painful and so I thought I must be progressing.
We checked into the hospital about 11:30 pm. By then we knew
which way the election had swung and so both of us (and especially Shaye) were
in a weird mixture of excitement, bitter disappointment (over the election),
and a bit of confusion over the whole labor process. They got us checked in and
the nurses were amazing,--so kind and thoughtful. They waited patiently each
time a contraction came on. My first nurse checked me at 11:53 and I was barely
at a 3. This was the first moment that I was pretty darn sure I would want to
epidural. The pains were still pretty bearable as long as I breathed through
them. The pretty blonde nurse told me that they wanted to watch me for an hour
and as long as I continued to dilate, they would keep me. Between this hour, my
contractions got worse and worse. After a little while, I started to feel
really awful and I told Shaye to grab the trash can. In it I threw up the only
snack I’d had since breakfast. I hardly ever throw up, and so I was pretty sure
that this was a sign of transitioning into more active labor.
Sure enough, my contractions started to get more intense.
When my nurse asked me, in the middle of a contraction, if I was wanting the
epidural, I heard myself answer "yes" before I had even realized it. As I’d labored
up until this point I had realized that I had a clear choice to make. I knew
that I could go natural and that it would likely be a spiritual and very difficult
experience, or I could opt for a more peaceful, medicated birth. The second
just felt like the right choice for me.
When the nurse checked me again, she saw that I was a 4.5
and told me that I was staying at that hospital and having a baby! I was kind
of in disbelief. Shaye kept saying how different labor was from how he had
pictured; there was so much waiting. We called my mom and at this point and she
and my sister arrived just as they transferred me into another room where they
could give me an epidural. This room was different from the room I’d initially
been checked into, which was designed for natural birth. The first room had zen-like
green walls and peaceful artwork; the epidural room had stark white walls and
more of a sterile feeling. By now I was also shaking a whole lot, and theses
shakes continued on for quite awhile. People kept asking if I was cold, but I
think it was just the adrenaline and excitement.
While walking to the new room, I had 3 strong contractions, and by
now it was starting to reach my pain threshold. For some reason the
contractions standing up were most difficult, I handled them much better
sitting Indian style on the bed. In my new room I had a new nurse, Melissa. She
had little brown hair pulled back and wide gray eyes. She was so calming and
honestly made the whole birthing process so much better. When my contractions
got painful, she would push on my knees or my lower back to ease the pain. It
made a HUGE difference and basically cut my pain in half.
Pain with labor was one of the most spiritual things I had
ever experienced. I had read a mom describe labor as the most beautiful pain
she had ever felt, and that’s how it was to me. The pain of the contractions
flooded my whole body, but I felt my mind float above it all. Heavenly Father
immensely blessed me to have such a positive birth experience, and I felt that
was especially true as I was laboring before the epidural.
When they checked me
again only an hour later I was a six and a half and the pain was definitely
worse. I just focused on the Lamaze breathing, though, and felt the love of my
nurse and the kindness in her wide eyes as I breathed. My mom and Stephanie were
there stroking my back and my hair, and I could see Shaye’s calming face at my
side, so concerned but peaceful and reassuring.
When my nurse saw that I was a six and a half, I was shocked
when she said that my epidural would come in the next half hour or so. I had
heard so many situations when moms had to wait and wait, and so it was
wonderful news. Dr. Fayre was in about a half hour later and gave me my
epidural while I breathed through 3 contractions. I was so proud that I could
sit perfectly still despite the pain. I felt so out of my body through the
experience, and I think a lot of this was due to some careful studying I had done
of hypnobirthing techniques when I was unsure of whether I wanted to go natural
or not. Throughout my pregnancy I had trained myself to relax when I felt pain
and I did this throughout the birth and thought of the pain as a beautiful threshold
I was crossing through to reach Emme. I almost felt guilty accepting the
epidural because I knew beyond a doubt that I could handle the pain, but the
question of how long my labor could last and the uncertainty of how pushing
would feel was enough to turn me to modern medicine.
The epidural was wonderful. It was perfect because I could
feel all the pressure of my contractions but none of the pain. I expected to
feel totally disconnected to my body, but instead I felt very attuned. Once the
epidural kicked in, everything slowed way down. By then it was about 2:30 or so
and I sent my mom and sister home because I thought it would be awhile. Shaye
got a little sleep, but I didn’t sleep a wink. It felt like every Christmas Eve
of my life rolled into one. I stared at the monitor in the darkness and thought
about all that we had gone through to get to this point. All of the
heartbreaking negative pregnancy tests, all of the lonely moments when I felt a
world away from the life I really wanted, all of the planning and hoping that
we were never sure could be fully rewarded.
I laid there trying to memorize the feeling of being
pregnant because I wasn’t sure if I’d ever experience that unfathomable
blessing again. I tried to imagine that fullness of a tight womb right below my
heart and the delicious feeling of the baby’s kicks and turns and hiccups. I
tried to memorize the way I felt about my body. Sure, I’d felt self-conscious
about gaining weight, but I’d never felt so beautiful or alive to be creating
life within me. All of the anger and betrayal I had felt with my body had been
regained through my pregnancy and even my labor up until that point.
I prayed
and talked with my loved ones that I knew were there on the other side of the
veil. I tried to enjoy each passing moment and tried to imagine the moment of
meeting Emme. I feel sheepish saying this now, but I even had the strange fear
creep up that she would come out a boy. Not that I wouldn’t love a boy just as
much, but that we would have nothing to dress him in if it were a boy. These
precious last few hours of my labor were a full-circle moment for me. So
special and intimate. I could feel the thin-veil in that room. It was a feel
quite similar to when I am in the temple. I felt so at home and so fearless and
loved.
A few disconcerting things happened as my labor progressed.
The baby slept a little too much, as is common with the epidural, and so I had
to keep shifting side to side and wear an oxygen mask; the latter really did
the trick and perked her right up, thank goodness! Before long, Melissa checked
me again and saw that I was at a 9.5 and that my water still hadn’t broken.
They laughed at how much the sack was bulging. By then it was 5:00 am or so and we
called my mom and she was there just as Dr. Lunt arrived and broke my water. In
no time at all, the baby had crowned and I was ready to push.
When all of the delivery nurses came in, I was a bit
shocked. This was it! It just got real for me! As I began pushing, I was surprised
at how exhausting it was although I felt no pain. I felt confused at how to do
what they were asking; it honestly didn’t feel very instinctive to me. I felt
pressure, but not a crazy urge to push like I expected. When I did push, the
nurses offered all kinds of confusing metaphors, but through trial and error, I
felt like I got the hang of it by contraction 3. By the 5th
contraction, she was nearly out and I reached down to touch her sweet head. I
was amazed at how warm and soft it was. I contracted again, but Dr. Lunt wasn’t
quite in position, so I didn’t push, with my next contraction, the baby slid
right out. All I gave was a tiny push and she was here!
Dr. Lunt held up Emme and she made a tiny hiccup sound. They
agitated her for a moment and then I heard the most beautiful cry ever. I soon
forgot, however, that she had cried at all because she immediately became very
quiet. They put her on my chest immediately as they waited for the cord to stop
pulsing. Emme was so alert from the start and looked all around the room. They
lifted her for a moment again and Shaye cut the cord. When they put her back
down on my chest, she stared at me with her beautiful dark eyes in such a knowing
way. She was so calm. Her expression was if to say, “I’m here, mom! I told you
I would come.” My whole life changed so quickly. I felt this indescribable
connection with her almost instantly. My spirit knew hers, and more than that,
she knew I was her mom. I sobbed and sobbed. I just couldn’t believe she was
real and that our miracle had really happened.
After a few minutes, the sweet nurses cleaned Emme up a bit
and we had skin-to-skin. She was so soft and warm and a bit wet, and so relaxed
against me. Every time I talked, those in the room said she tried to look up at
me. Because she was nestled right under my chin, I couldn’t see for myself.
Soon I could hear the voices of my dad, Stephanie, and Jeffrey in the hallway.
It took Dr. Lunt a good 20 minutes to stitch me up and Emme got a nice bath.
She didn’t make a peep that whole time nor for several more hours. Once I was
all stitched up, my family came into see her and my dad bawled like a baby when
he saw Emme.
Shaye stayed a bit aloof with his camera at first. But he
kept kissing my forehead and lips. He didn’t have to be right there. I could
feel the connection that was now our family. He marveled at our daughter, but he also respected the sacred space of mother and daughter.
Soon we left that magical room and the nurses helped remove
the epidural catheter and prepare me for recovery. Every single nurse was
honestly so kind. I joked several times that I felt like I was at a day spa. I
felt the power of modern medicine through this all. I couldn’t have asked for
better care.
Once we were in our room, I spent every moment I could
drinking in all of Emme’s little details. Her beautiful thick head or hair, her
delicate little eyelashes and eyebrows, her darling button nose, and her sweet
Gerber baby lips. I was in a total daze. The nurses offered me tons of
information and I think I remembered a tenth of it. We had scads of visitors
and it was wonderful to share our angel with each new family member who
arrived. I think that first day my mom and dad both came 3 times each and my
siblings came a ton too. My grandma stood and rocked Emme for a good hour while
Shaye went and grabbed lunch. Even though I was starting to really feel those
stitches, I was on cloud 9.
That night came around and Emme was so good. I could hear
babies screaming down the hall and she didn’t make a peep all night. I nursed
here 3 or 4 times and she snuggled in my arms. It was very serene. I felt bad
for Shaye in those terrible cots they have. I think it was hard for him to
enjoy the first day with Emme just because he was so terribly uncomfortable. He
held her as much as I would let him, and she would just stare up at her daddy.
So sweet!
The hospital stay was really pretty comfortable for us. The
nurses were so sweet about helping me and cleaning up after me. The food was
reasonably good, though I was hardly interested in eating at all. The nurses
fussed over Emme and whenever they took her out to test her, I felt really
comfortable with them having her.
When it came time to go home, I dressed her in the same
outfit my mom had taken me home in. It was such a sweet moment. Emme looked so
darling in the little dress and the bonnet and booties I had crocheted for her.
I couldn’t believe we were taking home our little miracle. It took us quite a
while to check out. We heard that if we paid for Emme before we checked out
that we would receive a huge discount. What would have cost us $4k only cost us
$1,100—amazing!
I sat with the baby in the back seat and watched her little
face. It was clear that she didn’t mind her car seat and she didn’t mind the
car either. Just as we were leaving, Stephanie called to ask where our broom
was, and told us that she had been cleaning our house. We were so touched! When we drove down to the house passed the school, I could see pink
streamers on our back wall on the corner. Steph greeted us and there was a beautiful “It’s
a Girl!” sign and streamers all over inside. I started blubbering when I saw
it, and then laughed, realizing how hormonal I was.
That first day, orienting myself with the baby felt pretty
second nature. I was amazed at the sacred feeling that immediately filled our
home. It is a purity I’ve never quite known before, and something that I’m
quite determined to preserve as well as I can. We are so blessed, it’s crazy!
I just wanted to add a quick little update. My pregnancy is moving right along, and I'm just feeling so grateful and happy every single day. It definitely hasn't been all roses; I'm pretty uncomfortable at times. Today, for example, I had a killer migraine--definitely not fun. I'm also noticing that most of my shoes don't fit anymore and my skin is peppered with stretch marks all over my hips. There's definitely been overwhelming moments and times when I'm really uncomfortable, but it's been so interesting to sense the difference between this discomfort and every other discomfort I've ever felt. Every negative thing I feel is so tempered with love for this little one I am carrying and the awe I feel at this blessing. I hope that I can carry this through all that is to come with my pregnancy, childbirth, and post-partum healing. Somehow I think I will. :)
Trying to get pregnant for all those years was rather painful at times. The surgeries, the debilitating pain from endometriosis, and all the doctors' poking and prodding left me really frustrating with my body. But now, even though I feel big, and puffy, and definitely not sexy, I'm so proud of my body! My body has done all that it should for the whole pregnancy. I'm doing it! It's been so healing for me.
Every now and then the obvious, but powerful, realization hits me--sometimes when I'm walking, sometimes when I'm in the shower, sometimes when I lie down at night and feel the baby twisting and turning inside of me. I am a mother. This blessing that Shaye and I hoped for and prayed for so long is happening. It's such a miracle. Just being pregnant with her and carrying her is worth every tear I cried over those 5 years. I already feel so close to our little girl. Most of the time it feels like she's already here with us. I know it will even be sweeter when I can actually hold her in my arms. I also can't wait to see Shaye as a father. I know he's going to be a hopeless push-over and our little miss is going to have him wrapped around her finger from the get-go. :)
Life is wonderful here at the Scotts'! We're living a miracle, and it's changed everything. I know that miracles happen, not only for me, but for all of us. When I see those that I love struggling with all sorts of things, I feel so much hope for them. I know that Heavenly Father listens on all those nights when we think He's sick of us, that the Lord comforts us and builds us up through the power of his love, and that things do get better for those who diligently seek His help and then work like crazy to make it happen. Miracles come in many forms and are sometimes not exactly what we hope for or expect, but they come!
I have been feeling ridiculously blessed lately. Ridiculously. So many people have been reaching out with so much love and excitement to us, and it sinks in more and more each day--I'm going to be a mom! Some days are rather uncomfortable or even a bit painful, it's true, but the magic of pregnancy never fades for me. I still can't believe how blessed we are. And even though I've always known it, our little miracle has made it even more apparent than ever how blessed I am to have wonderful friends.
A few weekends ago my dear friends from Executive Council-- (Exec Sisters 4 Life! :))-- threw me a shower. These girls have been here for me through thick and thin. We can't get together a lot because we're all spread out, but when we do, I feel like I'm with family. We're such a diverse little group of friends; the dynamic of the group reminds me of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants books. We're all so different, but we're close and we love each other. Here are some of these girls, a few couldn't make it too.
Ray-shell, Cinders, and J-Thug. Love these ladies!
The shower was so much fun! I just loved chatting with everyone and catching up, and eating all the yummy food my friends made! One of my favorite moment was when a bunch of my friends were all sitting on the floor with their babies. It made think about all the times growing up that I would fantasize about when we would all be mothers and would hope that I would still be friends with the same girls. I still am! And I love the girls I grew up with so much!
Megs and Katie (and little Lacey)...so darling!
And boy was I showered on! I always have a hard time accepting people's generosity. I feel like I should be the one giving to them because of all the love I already feel from them. I got so much fun stuff... darling little outfits, toys, quilts, swaddle blankets, and even a pedicure! From the looks on my face in these pics, you can tell how much I loved the present for the baby.
Haha--I crack myself up! I always think of myself as this straight-faced person, but then I see pictures of myself with these crazy expressions! :)
So, what can I say? Life is pretty much amazing. I have the most amazing friends and am so blessed in every way! Thank you so much to all the people who love me. I hope I help you as much in your lives as you do in mine! Our little girl will be blessed to have all of you in her life as well!
This last Saturday, one of the sweetest things of my life happened. My young women threw me and another leader Skye, my good friend, a shower. It might not sound like that emotional of a thing, but it was very emotional for me. For the past 3 years I have served these girls, and in the pain of my infertility, I felt like a sort of surrogate mother for them. They filled a portion of my life that would have otherwise been very empty.
The girls really downplayed the shower. "It's going to be really small. No big thing." But it was a big thing. There were a dozen or so of us there, and there was so much love in the room. The church was decorated SO CUTE! There were these paper lanterns and tissue paper puffs hanging from the ceiling and a darling "Baby Girl" banner. The other leaders put together these cute games. The girls smelled candy bar diapers and tried to estimate how big Skye's and my bellies were together (back to back).
The girls put together the sweetest gifts. Among my favorites were some gorgeous felt headband accessories and an unbelievably darling quilt. I felt so overwhelmed. This whole time of my life is such a blessing. I can't wait for what's to come. I know the upcoming celebrations and (of course) the birth of our little girl will be even sweeter.
My apologies that I've been such a bad blogger lately. I'm not sure why, but the longer I take the post, the harder it is.
My life consists of a few important things right now: nesting and studying. I have to say, I am a really spoiled pregnant lady. I have worked my whole pregnancy, but after my first trimester, I've only been teaching online and not on campus. I'm such a homebody that I really don't mind lounging around the house all day. There's really a lot to do around here. (Do I really get the "important" things done? Not so much--most days, but I have been having fun.)
My nesting has gotten out of control folks. Seriously. If I were a normal woman I would be invading every retailer in town to buy darling baby stuff, but I hate waste, and I don't want to end up with 30 newborn outfits that our little girl won't even get the chance to wear. To tell you the truth, I haven't bought anything.
My nesting has been of the crafty variety. I have been quilting and sewing most. This wouldn't be ridiculous on it's own, but I'm telling you, I've planned out a whole wardrobe for our little girl. Hopefully she doesn't look totally weird always walking around in hand-crafted clothes. :/ Here's the latest thing I've made:
My nesting really would be perfectly fine, except that I have a lot of academic things I need to do. I don't think I've written about this at all on here yet, but the last year or so of my Ph.D. has been tough! (You can skip the next few paragraphs if academic chatter bores you.) Last fall I took on a full load of teaching and my own coursework because I knew we would be doing IVF at the first of the year and hoped that we would conceive--(epic success!!). That semester was totally exhausting. It's a wonder I didn't crash one of those nights driving back from Vegas. I was so tired. Last spring, I studied for my comprehensive exams. As is typical for Ph.D. programs, I am required to pass 3 written exams and one oral exam. For these exams I reviewed a list of about 200 works. These texts were in 3 different categories: 19th Century British Literature, The History of the Novel, and Feminist Literature.
The written exams involve sitting in a locked room for 3 hours for each exams and answering essay questions that can be on anything my committee wants to know from my three lists. I took these exams in April and they were SO TOUGH, and I had morning sickness, which didn't help at all. I felt pretty confident, but studying so much volume made me feel confused sometimes. I was totally crestfallen when my chair called me a few after I had completed the exams and told me that I had not passed 1 of the 3. This set me back from starting my dissertation, which I was really hoping to get started before the baby came.
Instead, now I'm studying for my last written exam again. (It's the 19th Century British one, which is the one I felt most confident about last time..??) There's a lot of pressure because if I don't pass this time, they don't let me write a dissertation. I'll be taking the written exam in the next few weeks and then I'll face my committee a few weeks after that. (Imagine 3 Ivy-League-educated, ultra-liberal, and super smart lady Drs. of Literature who all want to find something wrong with me. No pressure.)
And so I'm reading lots and lots. This is what's been on the menu for the past few weeks:
Oh, and on top of that, I need to pass an upper-division Spanish Lit class (Independent Study from BYU) by the time the baby comes. I LOVE school, don't get me wrong, but I am so really to be done. I've got to pull my head out of all the pink tull and floral printed fabric in the nursery to get this done. Wish me luck.
As far as my pregnancy, it's really a gift. Feeling this little baby move inside me is such a miracle. I can't believe I'm really going to be a mommy. It's such miracle, and I try to thank Heavenly Father every day for it. I'm feeling pretty good, but I definitely am getting more uncomfortable. Most nights I sleep great, but about every third night either heartburn or pain in my ribs keep me up. Alas, not even my trusty body pillow can completely alleviate the discomfort.
I have about 2.5 months to go, which oddly feels both long and short. I guess I was expecting my pregnancy to go so slowly, and it hasn't gone slowly at all. I look at my tummy in the morning and think, "what happened?!"In some ways I feel totally prepared for what's about to happen, and in some ways I feel like I'll never be prepared. I'm sure any of you who have had babies know what I mean. Sometimes I'm a jumble of emotions, but I remind myself to take it all in stride and try to just enjoy the ride. :)
Thanks for reading. I promise I'll update again soon. Now all the excitement is happening!
- Shaye is building his new business-- Call IQ. He's doing awesome! - Amanda is earning her Ph.D. in British and American Lit at UNLV. - We REALLY want to have kids...hopefully soon! - We hope to take a trip to Europe.
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