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Saturday, November 22, 2008

She's Pregnant!


Hurray hurray hurray! I just got off the phone with Sister #4 and she's pregnant too! I spilled the beans to her yesterday, after pretty lame evasive tactics to her the day before, so she felt bad for keeping it from me and told me today--the first one to hear the news! She was going to keep it a secret until Christmas just like me (originally), since it seemed the perfect time to tell--far enough along and the parents are going to be here. But it was too crazy a coincidence after I told her my due date: July 23--and hers is July 22! I have now told Sisters #2 and 3 and my mom (who, of course, told my dad.) I'll just tell the others as it comes up, but I'm not telling the inlaws or kids or neighbors until later. Just don't want to deal with that yet.

Since we switched health insurance recently, I need to figure out where I'm going to be delivering--how fun if we were in the hospital at the same time! I hope I go to the same place as last time--it was pretty great, as far as hospitals go. Anyway, bummer that we can't use each other's maternity clothes like we usually do, but oh well. It will be nice to have someone in the same boat for various things.

I do have a little nagging fear that something may go wrong and that would ruin it--and if it were something wrong with me, then I especially wouldn't want that to taint her pregnancy by any means. So I'll just keep hoping for the best and looking forward to getting past that danger zone. But right now I'm just thinking, how fun!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Preglow

Maybe I should change my profile picture to this? Or maybe not--if it were a real representation, I'd just look chunky, not pregnancy glow-ish...

I'm so excited to be pregnant. And it's wierd. I mean, I am so stressed with only 2 sometimes--how will I handle 3? And 2 were getting so easy. Wierd to think of tossing the old clothes and packaging up the crib. And now to start over?

I'm excited for the new baby smells. The little grunts and flexing of the hand at seemingly random intervals. I love the closeness of a newborn and--I know I'm weird--I love being at the hospital. Just drinking in the new babyness of it all. I was looking at Lil Jr's baby book with him tonight and all those magical feelings of those first few hours came back and I got anxious to get to that point again.

And so far, no vomitting, so that's pretty huge. As far as how I feel, that is. As far as gender-guessing, whatever: I barfed non-stop for nine months with Mr B, but barely did at all with Lil Jr. I sort of feel like it will be another boy, but it would be fun if it's a girl. The Spouse wants a girl--our boys are quite a handful. I'd like either. Just healthy. Strong. And smart, like it's Mama. :)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

We're Pregnant!

Wow. I was worried because I have had 2 miscarriages and I'm 31 and I wasn't sure how things were going to go. I didn't want to wait any longer to start trying, because what if it took a year? So we decided to try. And got pregnant the same month! Hallelujah! I'm very excited and still a little freaked and will be until I'm past the danger zone. Come on 12 weeks!

Monday, November 17, 2008

Hovercraft


Public restrooms are not enjoyable places. No one really wants to go in there. And no one really wants to spend any time in there once they've made the commitment to enter.

So today, I would like to address the people of the Hovercraft. Or rather, those who think they are masters of the craft known as "hovering."

Don't deny it. Even if you haven't honed your craft, you've tried it. Remember that unsavory "restroom" at the fair? Well, I would even condone the behavior there--that place is just icky in the first place, but let's talk about using the hovering in all other aspects of life.

Note: You are not saving yourself from a debilitating disease by resisting the urge to sit that booty down fully on the porcelain. Fact: not many perilous illnesses or even the dreaded yuckies are inflicted from placing your thighs where another's once rested. (Really, how many of us have contagious illness plastered to our thighs?) I'm pretty sure the thing you are afraid of, oh Hover-er, is a) putting your butt where someone else's has been (which isn't what happens, if you think of what actually sits on the toilet), and/or b) sitting on someone else's urine/feces.

Well, that is just gross, let's be honest. But here's the thing: my sister told me, quite proudly, that she was the Master of the Hover and therefore, public potties were not her concern. But my thinking is: if you didn't hover in the first place--thereby missing your target while focusing on keeping your quads from burning just inches above the rim--there would be much less messy residue for the rest of us to clean up/avoid when you are through!

And so, I say let's unite and stop this unproductive hovering once and for all! Ban the craft and start a new trend: using public toilets as we would use our own or those of our friends. Would you hover at a friends' house? Not likely. Would you leave pee on the seat there? Not likely. So stop doing it in the airports and theaters of our lives! Please? Pretty please? I just want to get in, get out, and get back to whatever event took me to a public restroom in the first place. Please stop making me wait in line for an hour, only to finally get the the stall just left by the "Master Hoverer."

Sunday, November 16, 2008

...Mother and Child...


The Primary program was today. It's the highlight of the year, in my opinion. My little four-year-old has been soaking up all those primary songs and working on the actions in great anticipation for his first program.

So I was really, really trying not to be disappointed today. My oldest boy is a very rambunctious child. Therefore, I was not surprised when I was told that they had it "worked out" for him to sit next to his teacher during the program. I found out yesterday, however, that his teachers were home sick and wouldn't make it to the program. This left me a little anxious, because if Lil Jr were just assigned to some random adult that he didn't know, I wasn't sure how well he would take that. But I knew that he has conquered his fear of standing up in public and mastered his momma's boy tendencies--not to mention how well he knows his songs and his line--so I wasn't overly concerned.

Until he went up on the stand. As soon as they announced that the children could come up, Lil Jr ran right up and plunked himself down. When I realized where he was I thought, "Oh, here we go--he's already sitting in some random place on the floor." So I got up to take him over with his class. When I got closer, I realized that no, he was sitting in a chair at least--it was one of the primary chairs, so it was just really low to the ground. But still, why was he way over in the corner, almost in the curtains, off by himself? Surely that was wrong. So I tried to get him to move across the stand over by the rest of his class (on the complete opposite side) and then saw it: his name. Taped to the chair. The only chair with a name on it.

Confused, I left him there and sat back down in the audience. I was a little relieved when I saw who was sitting next to him--one of the most child-friendly men in our ward--but saddened again as the program progressed and he was so little and far away and blocked by the stairs so that even we (who were only a couple of rows back on that side) couldn't see him, but more importantly, he couldn't see US. Where's the motivation for him to do well?

Ok, so I get he's a little wild. I know they needed some plan to contain him. I get that. But I couldn't help feeling disappointed and sad that my little boy's big shining first moment in the Primary took place in the shadowy confines of the curtains behind the stairs.

The Primary Presidency is both very young and very new with either no kids or only babies and I know they have a few kinks to work out about how they do these things. And I still really like them and everyone does things differently and I'm not going to lose my testimony over this. AND, I really feel like I want to call the President, and tell her that it hurt my feelings and that maybe if they were to have an event like this in the future, they should be wary of mothers who may not be able to handle it as well. (And I'm not really handling it well, if you were to ask my husband, who had to listen to me cry about it already--but I know I'll get over it.)

I mean, aren't Sunbeams supposed to be a little unruly? Isn't that half the fun of the Primary program--seeing what zany things the kids do as they sing about reverence and Jesus? I thought so. Lil Jr's best friend was on the other side of the stage--and he, too, was acting up and going back and forth between the stage and his parent's pew. I think he would have done better with his little buddy to bolster him on. I thought, maybe if they would have asked me what I thought would be good for Lil Jr, I could have told them--make sure he can see me and that he has his friends to sing along with. But maybe I wouldn't have said those things at all because I would have thought they were a given. I don't know. I really want to just call the Pres and give her some constructive feedback, but my husband says it's a bad idea because I'm too emotional about it. But I am going to a ward event where she will be in 2 days and I don't think I can just ignore how I felt. Again, I want it to be like feedback--in an effort to save another mother from feeling like their kid was cast into Outer Darkness for being 4--but my husband says it can't go anywhere good and just to leave it alone. Wah. What do I do?

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Keepin it Real...

...so I can post more often. Hi Journal--I've missed you. Things have been hectic. I still have thoughts and feelings that need to be pulled out of my brain so that I can function properly...but just don't know when I can make that happen in a logical way. I 'm too much of an editor (I just wrote that "editer" with an 'e' and had to redo it). I can't seem to put even the simplest thoughts out "on paper" without hyper-analyzing them and then being embarrassed later that someone reads things like "on paper" (when if I just gave myself time to rewrite I would put something more appropriate to the cyber world in there) and thinks I don't get that. But that is much more train of thought. So maybe I should start writing like I did in my actual journal years ago. Just let it out. Like I intended. Ok. Sometimes I might have to split some participles (but let's face it, I've never really known what that means) and--gasp--not have an accompanying witty picture. Fine. I'll be back later. And I'll be keepin' it real.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sorry--to you and my Ex's


So apparently when I write things that I don't want anyone else to know, they all come out negative. Ugh. The problem is, it's hard to find a time to write when no one is around to snoop over my shoulder (remember? This is a secret release?) so the only time I have squeezed it in so far is when I am compelled to get the thoughts down so that they don't overwhelm me into outer darkness (i.e., negative.) I'll try to be better.

Remember how I said that I may have to write about dreams that I have about ex-boyfriends? Well, here comes the first installment.

I always dream. My husband doesn't. It would be one thing if he didn't really remember them, or they were a little weird. But just never to dream?! I guess that was one of the ways that we attracted oppositely. Because I DREAM. Very vivid. Very realistic. I often wake up and have to convince myself that what happened is not something to worry about because it was only happening in the confines of my elaborate brain. That sneaky brain. Always messin' me up. Why is it that it won't recall where I put my keys when I am late for a doctor's appointment (whose secretaries--I'm positive--punish me for being 1.5 minutes late by making me wait an extra HOUR for my appointment.) but it will go on and on about stressful minutia when I sleep? Is it crazy to think your brain is taunting you? But I digress...

As I was saying, I dreamt about a boyfriend again. It was Jersey. Jersey who was the nicest guy in the world and, at one point, I thought I would marry. Jersey who worked the summer slaving away at two jobs so he could save up enough to fly out and produce a ring. Jersey who didn't see it coming. Jersey who still loved me even though I was the biggest jerk in universe and spurned his every attempt to reconcile. Jersey. I've felt a lot of regret about Jersey.

So, as follows the pattern of my dreams, I dreamt about him. I often dream about boyfriends who I felt I did a disservice to. Like somehow I can make it right or something. And I can't tell The Spouse about these dreams anymore because he still feels some kind of wierd jealousy about it. I try to explain it's because I was so LAME that I dream about them--not because I still yearn for them or desire them--it's just that subconsciously I still feel like I need to make things right. But he gets threatened. So I don't bring them up. So here comes the writing therapy.

My dream this time had strange elements as usual (so maybe I should say "normal" elements?): for example, Michael Baryshnikov directing a movie with one of my love interests in it...?! But in the end, there was Jersey. He came up and put his arm around me, his hand a little lower than it should be for just an old friend. I was surprised and a little uncomfortable with it. I sort of shrugged away subtely, turned to him and remembered that he was married and had a family. So I tried to be all light and asked him about them. I said, "You're married! And I know you have at least two kids--tell me about your family!" He said he had a wife and four kids, actually. To which I replied, "Four kids--that's great! I know you wanted to have a big family. What are your kids names and ages?" He looked down and said, "Only one of them's mine."

Huh?

Then, as only dreams can do, I saw his life play out as he told me about how his wife was a theatre major in school and so when he first found the ticket stubs for events, he just assumed she'd been going with friends. And then he found that he'd been paying for an extra cell phone and other random things...and he realized that she'd been cheating on him and he was convinced that the last 3 kids were the other guys'.

AHHHHHHHHH!

And suddenly I realized that he looked on me as someone to help heal his pain...and I wasn't going to. Again. I was happily married, with a family of my own. And I was trying to find a way to make it not awkward and yet still make him feel better...when I woke up. Ah! Another frustrating dream! Why can't I just dream that these guys are happy and well-adjusted now and we can be friends and have our kids play together under sun-shady trees, with the ex's palling around with The Spouse by the barbie...?!

Well, I guess even my brain realizes that The Spouse wouldn't let it get that far. But I would like to think that one of these days I'll dream about them in a benign way--like in passing, or something. I do have a lot to regret from the dating days--but I've tried to repent and forget. Why can't my brain let it go?