Flashback Friday: Andrew the Artist

It's been a busy week around here, so for this week, I'm going to post one of my favorite pictures of Andrew:
I love this picture because it shows Andrew's obsession for the color red. Also, this was taken during potty training last summer. He spent his days either in the buck or in his character-clad undies. So cute.

This picture was taken yesterday. The love for red is still going strong, but as you can see, he will occasionally venture out. He designed, printed, colored, and hung these pictures with absolutely no assistance from me. I was busy neglecting him while finishing up a last minute project. I was pretty impressed that he made such good use of his time while being ignored.

How to Get Through the Day with a Fussy Baby

#1

Visit the pediatrician for the 2nd time in 10 days, get a prescription for antibiotics (ear infection).

#2

Go out to lunch.

#3

Go window shopping and try on shoes (even better if you have the funds to buy a new pair, but not necessary)

#4

Go home and take a nap.

To Our Future...

The decision to pursue Pathology was so tough for us that I just didn't have enough worry left in me when it came time for us to rank our residency programs. I think I was in denial about the fact that Randy changed his rank list about 5 times a day. I know I was in denial because when Randy came home from school earlier than usual today and started off with an, "Ok........," he threw me for yet another loop. We had less than three hours to finalize our decision--talk about last minute! Well, at least it was only three hours of agony. As of 7 pm, our rank list is finalized; and it is out of our hands. Believe you me, March 20th won't come fast enough for us.

If you're interested, here is how the residency match works. And don't worry, we're just as confused as you are...

How the Matching Algorithm Works

The NRMP matching algorithm uses the preferences expressed in the rank order lists submitted by applicants and programs to place individuals into positions. The process begins with an attempt to place an applicant into the program indicated as most preferred on that applicant's list. If the applicant cannot be matched to this first choice program, an attempt is then made to place the applicant into the second choice program, and so on, until the applicant obtains a tentative match, or all the applicant's choices have been exhausted.

An applicant can be tentatively matched to a program in this process if the program also ranks the applicant on its rank order list, and either:

• the program has an unfilled position. In this case, there is room in the program to make a tentative match between the applicant and program.
• the program does not have an unfilled position, but the applicant is more attractive to the program than another applicant who is already tentatively matched to the program. In this case, the applicant who is the least preferred current match in the program is removed from the program, to make room for a tentative match with the more preferred applicant.

Matches are "tentative" because an applicant who is matched to a program at one point in the matching process may be removed from the program at some later point, to make room for an applicant more preferred by the program, as described in the second case above. When an applicant is removed from a previously made tentative match, an attempt is made to re-match that applicant, starting from the top of his/her list. This process is carried out for all applicants, until each applicant has either been tentatively matched to the most preferred choice possible, or all choices submitted by the applicant have been exhausted.

When all applicants have been considered, the match is complete and all tentative matches become final.

Baby For Sale

$1 o.b.o.

Andrew's First Scripture

Andrew was assigned to give a scripture in Primary for the first time. We picked a verse that would be easy enough for him to memorize and then practiced all week. Here's what Andrew learned:

John 14:15 - "If ye love me, keep my commandments."

Field Trip: Utah Museum of Fine Arts

Our preschool class went on their first field trip last week. We went to the Utah Museum of Fine Arts. We took the shuttle:



Miss Kathy gave us a worksheet. We had to find works of art that were red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, brown, and white. Then we had to find something that started with the letters J & G. We had to find 16 of something and something in the shape of a hexagon:

It was a lot of fun.

Joshua Bryant, 14 months

Hi, I'm Joshua (Joshers, Josherrific, J-dog, Stink, The Sweetness).

I'm 14 months old.

I like hot dogs & peas. And scrambled eggs. Actually, if you catch me in the right mood, I'll eat just about anything. I have 9 teeth (including 3 molars).

I love hanging out with Big Brother and Dad on the big bed. It's my favorite thing to do. When dad comes home from work, I crawl to him, get up to my knees and put my arms up and say, "Hi! Da!". Other words I know are "uh-oh!" and "boo!" And when brother is tormenting me, I know to yell "Mamamamama!" when I need to be rescued. I also know where my nose is.

That's us playing on the big bed.

I can crawl like no other. I can stand unassisted. Mom tries to get me to use my walker to practice walking, but I don't like it very much. I also don't like to wear shoes. I also like to take my right sock off. Not my left one, just my right.

I follow brother around wherever he goes. When I wake up in the morning, I go straight to brother's room to wake him up. I refuse to take a bath without him.

I spend my days crawling around and making messes. I really like putting things into boxes and drawers. Mom is always finding little surprises in the kitchen drawers. I like to "help" Dad with the dinner dishes

I take one nap a day, two when I'm super tired, and I sleep 12 hours at night. At bedtime, I like to be read to. My favorite books are Goodnight Moon and The Very Busy Spider.

And did I mention that I'm really cute?

Flashback Friday: Andrew James, Birth Day

Randy, me, and my ginormous belly went to our last prenatal checkup at 39 weeks. Dr. Judd said I was maybe dilated to 1 cm. While he was telling me this, he spent an inordinate amount of time feeling my huge belly and then said, "Did you know you're going to have a big baby?"

Um, is this a rhetorical question? Do I really need to answer that? I've never seen anyone this pregnant. Ever.

He then said, "Do you want to have the baby tomorrow?" With zero hesitation, I said, "Yeah." He left the room to call down to the hospital. He said that they would call that evening to see if they could fit me in the next day for an induction. Randy and I went home, made the arrangements for our hospital stay and waited for the call. They called and told us to call at 6 am the next day. We went to bed early and actually got a good night's sleep. We called the next day, and they said to call back at 8 am, then 11 am, then 12 pm. Randy and I went to RC Willey to walk around and pass the time. The waiting was tortuous. Deflated, we went back home to wait some more. By this time, I paged the doctor to find out if he knew anything. He said he'd call right back. He did call right back, he said to get some lunch and then wait for the hospital to call us while sitting in the parking lot. He said that once they called us, we needed to hightail it in there before another mommy in actual labor showed up.

So Randy and I waited in the hospital parking lot to have our baby. Every time I saw a couple walk into the hospital, I would get increasingly anxious, knowing they were taking my spot. I needed to go inside to use the bathroom. I didn't know exactly where to go, but before I had a chance to ask, a nurse came up to me and asked if I needed help. I told her I was waiting in the parking lot to be called in and I was looking for a bathroom. Later, every nurse knew me as the girl waiting in the parking lot to have a baby. Apparently, this was funny to them.

By 3:30 pm, we were called in. By 4 pm, the induction process began. They asked me to tell them on a scale from 1 to 10 (in pain) when I wanted the epidural. I said, um, zero? My first nurse told me to hold off on the epidural because it could slow down the process. My second nurse, my angel in disguise, scoffed and said to get the epidural now! The epidural worked great until the labor went to my back. The anesthetist, my other angel in disguise, reinserted the epidural and life was good again. The only problem was that I was completely and utterly numb. Not good for birthing a baby. There were signs of distress in both me and the baby, and the doctor gave us two choices: C-section or Forceps. Forceps, please.

At 7:32 am the next day, Andrew James was born into the world. He weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces, he was 21 inches long, and he was born 3 days early. He had dark brown hair, which was a shocker to us. When he was born, I just kept saying, "He's so cute. He's so cute." The image of the first time I saw him will always be etched into my mind.

I got to hold him for a few seconds and then they took him away for about 45 minutes. They gave him oxygen and helped to get him warm.

He had a very small, quiet cry and made lots of squeaking noises. He sounded more like a guinea pig than a baby. The pediatrician later told us Andrew had tracheal malasia. We're not sure what caused it. Our theories are that it was due to the forceps or the cord that was wrapped 3 times around his neck. Or maybe both. Noone seemed concerned about it, and 4 weeks later, it went away and Andrew was ready to scream his cute little lungs out.

Grandma Deborah
Aunt Maranda

Grandma Mary

Daddy

Do you remember the first Bachelor show? Well, Andrew Firestone was the bachelor, and I fell in love with his name. Andrew means manly or masculine. I figured it was a safe name that wouldn't later turn into a girl's name. Randy didn't like it at first, but I just kept calling the baby "Baby Andrew" and it just stuck. James is my grandpa's name and every grandchild has named their firstborn son James. I also liked that Andrew could be called A.J. if he wanted to.

Going Home

Flashback Friday: My Faith, Part III

For Part I, go here.

For Part II, go here.

*Addendum to Part II*

I talked with my mom over the weekend and I asked her if I got my facts straight about our conversion story so far. She added that before we sold our house and moved to Redlands, Jamie (my sister) wanted to be baptized. My mom told her she couldn't until she was 18 because "Don't you know, they don't even let their women work!" When we were hunting for a new place to live, we narrowed down the search to two choices. I forgot about that. When we came to the house in Redlands, we both just felt right about it. Unfortunately, my sister didn't want to go to the school in that district and ended up moving to Arizona to live with our dad. I wonder how things would be now if my sister had stayed with us.

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To say that we loved the missionaries would be an understatement. After my mom was baptized, it seemed like the missionaries were always over at our house. After all, their work wasn't finished, they still had me to work on. I asked them once, if they had some hidden agenda. Like, did they get a free toaster for every baptism they completed? I just didn't get why they were so bent on converting us!

I remember one dinner when we had two sets of missionaries over. My mom made a fantastic roast dinner and one of the Elders asked Elder Labrum to pass the juice to him. Elder Labrum literally passed it to him. My mom loved Elder Labrum. She told him that she once read a book about Mormonism that described the temple ceremony in detail and that it really freaked her out. He said, "Mary, if the temple was so bad, then why do we work so hard to keep going back?" Elder Labrum's brother was killed by a drunk driver in a car accident while he was on his mission. He had a clear understanding of God's plan for us. I wanted to believe so badly that families really could be together forever.

I had a crush on Elder Labrum. There, I said it. Remember, I was 19 at the time. Here was this handsome guy that was so good. I didn't know guys like that existed. He was transferred before I was baptized. And no, I didn't decide to be baptized because of him, but he was a factor. We had a very brief escapade after his mission. I later found out he had an escapade with another girl from his mission. He is happily married to a sweet girl from Utah and they now have 3 kids. Elder Labrum (Brad) and his wife have attended my mom's sealing, Andrew's baby blessing, and my grandparent's baptism. We love him and his family to pieces.

My first day at BYU, Brad & Jenie came up to see us

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Somewhere between May 28th and July 13th, I broke up with my boyfriend Jeff. I don't remember how or why it happened. I just remember the crying. The last time I remember seeing him was when I came home from BYU for Christmas break. He picked me up (with 12 red roses in hand) and took me to a hockey game. A couple of weeks earlier, I had my first and second dates with Randy. We had a very nice date, but it was crystal clear to me that we both were on very different paths.
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I started going with my mom to church after she was baptized. Tanya was a member in the ward. We went to the same junior high and high school so I knew who she was. We even had a class together in college, but we were never friends. Remember when President Hinckley said that new members need a friend? She was that friend. She invited me to a Young Single Adult dance. Have you ever been to one of these dances? I was mortified. In a church gym, there was a disco ball, a DJ, and 18-29 year olds from all walks of life. I never felt so dorky in my life. A far cry from the clubs I usually frequented. But Tanya was very smart. She brought along two of her very studly friends, Jake & Bryan:

At the Los Angeles Temple

They sang "A Child's Prayer" (in parts) on the way to the dance. They were cute, and smart, and cool. And they were good. After I was baptized, Tanya and I went to dances almost every Friday night, Institute every Thursday, and to Firesides on Sundays. The Church was our lifeline. She was so much fun to hang out with and a great example to me. We had such an awesome group of friends; I miss each and every one of them. Those were good times, weren't they Tanya?

We taught a Sunbeam class together

She now has a 3 year old and 1 year old twins (and a cute husband)

Another family that befriended my mom and I were Barratt and Marci. Barratt was a resident in opthalmology at the time and Marci stayed home with their little girl. They were such a cute family and I don't think I've ever met nicer people in my life. I was over at their house all the time to hang out with Marci. She was such a good friend to me. She was the one that helped me find roommates and an apartment at BYU. I moved in to her cousin Mindy's apartment. Mindy later became one of my best friends. (Do you feel another Flashback Friday coming on?)

September 2007

Mindy & Tanya were bridesmaids at my wedding

Another friend that touched my life was Rena. We worked as administrative assistants for a furniture company and she was a Latter-day Saint. You see, I was surrounded!! We listened to Dr. Laura together and she answered all of my silly questions. We took a trip up to Utah to see Temple Square for the first time (my first time at least).

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My mom's new found happiness, awesome missionaries, ward members, and friends helped me to decide to receive the missionary discussions for myself. I wrestled with the idea of being baptized, I lost a few nights' sleep; but in the end, I knew this was a good thing. My mom and I were gently gathered in by such amazing people. It felt safe and peaceful. I didn't have a lightning bolt moment. I didn't even really have a testimony. I just decided to try it. If I didn't like it, I'd back out.

Well, I liked it.

I was baptized July 13, 1997. I transferred to BYU in December 1998. I met my husband December 1999 and the rest is history. Several years later, my grandparents and sister were baptized. What a blessed and happy life I have because of this Church.

For more information about The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, go here.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Click here to read about the Pioneer Woman's love story. She always inspires me to give my man a big smooch and to hang onto him a little tighter. She also makes me want Randy to become a cattle rancher and move us to the prairie.

Oh, and if you have time, please comment on my post below. It will really help me with my talk on Sunday. Thanks!

Bloggers to the Rescue!!

Randy and I have been assigned to speak in church on Sunday. Yikes!

Here's where I need your help. If you are married and you're reading this post, please help me by answering the following question (just click on "comments" and type away). I won't be using any names in my talk and you can make your comments anonymous.

Ok, here's the question:

What acts of service do you do to help strengthen your marriage?

And while you're at it, feel free to answer this question:

What acts of service from your spouse helps strengthen your marriage?

Just for fun, here's another one:

Why do acts of service strengthen marriage?

Hmmmmm.....

Can't wait to read your answers.

Modern-day Luxuries

We've discovered the webcam feature on our laptop; it proved itself useful on Sunday when I was just about ready to resign from my job.

We called up Cousin Pete from Nashville:

They kept themselves entertained with the silliest conversation I've ever heard. Little brother supervised.

Another modern-day marvel I've recently acquired (thank goodness for birthdays): I downloaded a TV series, a book on CD, and a few music CD's and still have room for more! Now when I go to the fitness room in our student housing complex, I won't be bombarded with MTV's reality shows that are usually blaring on the TV.

Flashback Friday: My Faith, Part II

For Part I, go here.

Moving wasn't an unusual occurrence for us, so we were able to adjust to our new place in Redlands rather quickly. We had some very nice neighbors, one of which was Bishop Bonilla of the Redlands 1st Ward. The missionaries from our last area contacted the missionaries in our new area. Now this part of the story is a bit fuzzy:

According to Elder Labrum:

He and his companion, Elder Kelii, came knocking on our door. Our door had a glass opening at the top and Elder Labrum is 6'3". He said that he saw me look into the peephole, saw that it was just the missionaries, and then turned around. It sounds like something I'd do, but I don't remember doing that. Elder Labrum then said he and Elder Kelii immediately went over to the good Bishop's house to call our house. I do remember answering the phone and the conversation I had with Elder Labrum. I remember it because he'd mentioned Elder Jones from our last area and a moment of dread came over me. I thought, "Great, they found us." Elder Jones from our last area had once called me and asked me to read scriptures over the phone with him. I know his intentions were in the right place, but it was kind of creepy to me.

According to my mom:

It was she that actually looked into the peephole and chose not to open the door.

According to me:

I think my mom snubbed the Elders at the door, but it was I they caught on the phone.

Whichever way it really happened, we were goners to Elder Labrum's charms.

Elder Labrum was a good ol' boy from Utah. He was the over-confident-jock-type. We absolutely adored him. And still do. Elder Kelii was the quiet-sensitive-type who won our hearts as well. We've since lost touch with Elder Kelii, as he moved back to Hawaii after his mission. They were the perfect missionaries for us. My mom invited them in to teach us. I was in and out most of the time, but I would stop and listen to them out of politeness, but usually didn't stay for the whole thing. Because we were single women, they usually had a 3rd missionary with them or someone from the ward came along. I thought they were nice and Elder Labrum was nice to look at, but that was it. After a few visits, they asked my mom if she was ready to be baptized. She said yes!

WAIT A MINUTE! HELLO?!!! MOTHER?!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!

These were just a few of my thoughts.

I never thought in a million years that my mother would EVER commit to something like this. I thought she was crazy. I thought it was just a phase she was going through. I still marvel at the thought of it. It truly was a miracle.

My mom was baptized May, 28 1997. She was happy. A kind of happy that I hadn't seen in her in a very long time.

My mom on her baptism day with little Matty Tanner

Our missionaries

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Now I need to take a detour for a minute. Our joining the Church wasn't a series of linear events, as is probably the case for any convert. This was years in the making. My mom was a Hospice nurse at the time where she worked with terminally-ill patients. During my senior year in high school, my mom met a nice Latter-day Saint family of one of the patients she visited. The daughter of her patient, Karen Tanner, became good friends with my mom. When my mom was baptized, Karen said that she saw her mother there (who had since passed away). This family had a lot to do with why my mom was so ready to accept the Church's teachings.

The Tanner family minus one

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At that time, I still had some hang-ups. Firstly, and this is silly to me now, I had a hard time with the whole modesty thing. I liked my short-daisy-duke shorts and tank tops. I couldn't imagine giving them up. I know, such a trivial thing, but it really was a huge concern for me.

Secondly, the temple thing bugged me. Why was it so secretive? Why couldn't we take a tour? Why couldn't they talk about what went on inside? Why did they do baptisms for the dead?

And thirdly, this church was just so different. I didn't know if I was brave enough to be so different from everyone else. There wasn't antagonism against the Church, but there were some denominations that taught classes about its falseness. If I were to become a Lutheran or Methodist, etc., noone would bat an eyelash. If I were to become a Mormon, I was afraid I'd be looked at like a member of some cult. I also had a boyfriend that I'd been dating for 1 1/2 years. I honestly think I would have married him if I hadn't joined the church. Mostly because he was comfortable and I wasn't using my whole brain when we were dating. He was okay with me investigating the Church, but we slowly began drifting apart.

I think it's funny that I didn't have issues with Joseph Smith's First Vision or the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. I was okay with the explanations given by the missionaries. I didn't have any problems with tithing or giving up alcohol or keeping a virtuous life. I guess all that stuff was a no-brainer for me.

Just like the Tanner family helped my mom ease into this new life. There were some key people that helped me take the plunge.

To be continued...

My Day

I was gently eased into The Land of Thirty-Something today with phone calls, emails, and visits from friends & family. Thank you. The prospect of turning 30 was downright depressing when I awoke this morning, but you helped me realize that life isn't so bad, even if I can't be forever 29.

We went to storytime at the library, then Randy came home and did the dishes and fed the boys lunch (the best birthday present a girl could ask for), we took Andrew to swim lessons and then went to dinner at La Puente (they have the best cheese enchiladas I have ever tasted in my life). Then we came home, put the boys to bed, I exercised for an hour (my feeble attempt to burn off the naughty things I ate today), and then we watched a movie. Pretty much a perfect day.

The boys and I were able to attend President Hinckley's viewing today. Hauling two small children and a Double on and off the train was quite the feat, but it was a very sweet experience to be able to tell our beloved prophet that we love him and that we'll miss him.

Flashback Friday: My Faith, Part I

Growing up, my dad, bless his heart, claimed he was an atheist (although I don't think he really is). My Mom, grew up in the Catholic religion, but chose not to go that route when my sister and I came along. We never went to church together as a family. My exposure to religion was limited, but there was some:

I remember going to a few church-sponsored day cares during the summers. My aunt is a Latter-day Saint and I remember going to church with her a handful of times. I remember going to middle-of-the-week-devotional-type meetings with my friends as early as the age of 12. I loved when my friends would invite me to go to church with them. In high school, I had a close group of friends that were Seventh Day Adventists, I attended their church and youth activities regularly. I also enjoyed taking a Bible Studies class. After graduating from high school, I spent two years at a community college, where I took Religious Studies. This class truly inspired me and I decided to declare my major in Religion and transfer to UC Riverside in a year. As you can see, I was searching.

The Religious studies class that I took, coupled with my new found love, Dr. Laura Schlessinger, helped to steer me in the right direction. Up until then, my values system was a bit skewed. Even in high school, while I regularly attended church, I still partied with the best of them. I managed to stay out of major trouble, but I didn't come away without a few scars to help me remember my past (the butterfly tattoo on my stomach, being one of them).

So, I set out to finish another year at the community college and then transfer to UC Riverside to study Religion the following school year. Then we had some dark and difficult times in our family. I won't go into the details here, but they were pretty rough for us. My aunt decided to call the missionaries in her area. Those missionaries contacted the missionaries in our area. They came knocking on the door, and we let them in. They did nice things for us. They mowed our lawn, they gave my mom a blessing, and they taught us the gospel. They were very sweet, but I was busy and I had a boyfriend. And besides, I didn't really buy into what they were teaching us. I had heard some things about the Church (false things) which also didn't help matters. My sister was probably the only one who was truly receptive to their message. The missionaries did their best, but I don't think my mom and I we were ready to listen.

Then we had to sell our house and move.

To be continued...

Banned Until Further Notice

This is why we keep the bathroom door closed AT ALL TIMES

Flashback Friday: The Case for My Name

I was to be named Holly. At a whopping 5 lb. 12 oz. and 3 weeks early, I was born to my 17-year-old mother in Shreveport, Louisiana.

Maybe I didn't look like a Holly to my mom, I don't know, but at the last minute my mom named me after her mother, Grandma Nancy. I love my grandma. She is beautiful and kind. She is forgiving and sees the good in everyone. I spent a good portion of my babyhood living with my grandparents. I was very loved and very spoiled. Although I don't see Grandma very often (she lives in New England), we have a bond. I don't even know how to describe it. We just do.

I didn't always love my name. Noone names their child Nancy these days. In high school, I hated introducing myself as Nancy. It just wasn't cute like Jennifer or Jessica or Michelle. I was called Nancy Reagan in elementary school; and later, Nancy Kerrigan. And to make things worse, my younger sister did have a cute name, Jamie. In the 7th grade, I went to a Junior High school that had a large Hispanic student population. That was the only time in my existence that I had classmates with my name. They called me "Nancita."

When I was a sophomore in high school, we spent 9 months living in New Hampshire. I decided to change my name on the school records to Nikki. Even my family called me Nikki. I still can't believe I did that. Even in college I tried to shake things up a bit and started writing my name with an "ie" instead of a "y."

I have grown to love my name. Especially after marrying and becoming a mother. I see the adults that I looked up to as a child with new eyes now that I'm an adult; I am in awe of my grandmother. Thanks mom. I'm seriously considering naming my girl , if I ever have one, Mary, after you. But then again, for those of you who know our last name, I don't think our daughter would ever forgive us.

Apparently, It Runs in the Family

Speaking of swelling up like a balloon....

Yesterday around noon

Andrew developed a bright red rash on his cheeks, neck & ears. We gave him some Benadryl and it went away.

Around 5 pm

The rash appeared again, along with swelling around his knees, wrists and feet. The swelling was warm to the touch. He couldn't walk. We gave him Ibuprofen and more Benadryl and made a call to the on-call doctor (who suggested that we take pictures of him to show his pediatrician in the morning).

Around 9 pm

He looked like this:

The on-call doctor assured me he could wait to be seen in the morning as long as his breathing was okay. I slept by his side to make sure of that.

In the morning

I tried not to freak out. His eyes were swollen. His toes & fingers looked like sausages and they looked almost bruised. The rash had spread all over his body.

His pediatrician said he had a severe case of hives, probably from an allergic reaction to something he ingested or inhaled. Andrew has eaten very ordinary foods in the last few days-his pediatrician said we may never know exactly why he got them. He was given an injection of dexamethasone and a prescription for prednisone.

Now

He's looking much better. He's not back to his usual monkey self, but he's getting there. So weird, huh?

Flashback Friday: Why I'm Never Allowed to be Nine Months Pregnant in June Again

Bear with me, this one's going to be painful....

I have always wanted to have children. Since like 5. I loved little babies and I had quite the babysitting business growing up. Imagine my delight when I became a Mormon, where not only was it extremely ordinary to have a house-full of kids, but to be able to stay home with them, was accepted and standard.

I was married at 22, we ran into some road blocks that kept at us at bay for awhile (that's where Randy and his rational thinking stepped in), and then the light turned green at age 25 when we were finally ready to add to our family. It took us 6 LONG MONTHS before we conceived. I took my temperature everyday, I charted, I read books, & belonged to discussion forums. Are you beginning to notice a pattern here? I'm not exactly a haphazard person. (I really need help.)

And here's the psychotic part to the story:

I was at work, I was feeling REALLY tired. I thought to myself, either I have strep throat or I'm pregnant. During my lunch break, I went to Albertson's to buy a pregnancy test, and took it right there in the Albertson's bathroom. I held my breath as I watched the faint blue line appear in the "test" window. I couldn't believe it! I bawled & bawled all by myself in the filthiest of filthy bathrooms. I pulled myself together, went to my car and called Randy who was in California at the time for a medical school interview. He had to contain his excitement since he was riding in the car of the medical student that picked him up from the airport. I think he was more relieved than excited. Finally, his psychotic wife could move on to worrying about something else! Then I called my mom and blubbered to her. Then I went to work and blubbered to my manager and a couple of co-workers. Then I went to the drugstore near my house and picked up a few more packages of pregnancy tests. I took 7 tests just to make sure I was indeed really pregnant.

My pregnancy was non-eventful. Except for the fact that I swelled up like a balloon. It wasn't a pretty sight, proceed with caution:

20 weeks
(What happened to my cute hair?)

26 weeks

32 weeks

5 days before delivery. Whoa Nelly.

I'm going to spare you from pictures of my swollen feet. But believe you me, they we so swollen. I had to wear slippers to work and I never thought I'd be able to wear normal shoes again.

To be continued....