Me with All My Handsome Men!

This is our most recent family photo from late October 2009. We're in our backyard. I love all my boys. My two little ones are growing way too fast. I love watching them play and they are so good to each other. Dave is my best friend and my sweetheart. He is an AMAZING husband and father and I feel blessed every day that we get to share this life and eternity.

Weather...blah, blah

We didn't make any big plans for the weekend, since I wasn't sure how I would be feeling and leave it to crazy Utah weather to foil any last minute ideas. Yesterday, the boys and I packed a picnic and within 15 minutes, the weather went from a sunny 75 to a very chilly 50 degrees with rain and wind. So our picnic ended up being a trip to the Old Grist Mill deli, YUM!!! Today we made a family trip to Costco. Costco and free sample Saturday is second to Disneyland for my boys. We had a ball and of course it was raining again by the time we were done shopping, so the park was out again. Hopefully Monday will warm-up.

Also, I have the most amazing husband in the world. He stayed up three nights last week and washed and folded ALL of our laundry. This was definitely a household task that I let fall by the way during my weeks of headaches and nausea. I am embarrassed to admit how many loads there actually were, but this was no small feat. I have a wonderful sweetheart!

May 27, 2010

It's crazy because other than being tired, I've felt fantastic the last few days. Hallelujah!!! Maybe I had to get over the 8 week hump or something. Either way, I'm counting my blessings. I have started packing away my "skinny" clothes. No tears, but certainly a sense of loss. Does every woman have five different sizes in her closet? I figured if the "skinny" items were out of sight, then it wouldn't be as depressing to look in my closet and see all the things I can't wear. I hung up a few cute new maternity tops I bought, so I could look forward to getting bigger instead. In theory this sounds great, so we'll see how it goes.

Pregnancy...

I sat on the bathroom floor for an hour and a half yesterday overcome with waves of nausea, unable to move and unable to will myself to vomit. My head was so heavy and achy. Porter was an absolute sweetheart and started a movie for Caleb. He came in and checked on me every few minutes, brought me crackers and soda, sat by me and rubbed my head and arm and wrote me a little note, "I love you Mom". Only 4 more weeks until I start the second trimester. Hopefully I will feel better. It's interesting what one thinks about while sitting in a dark bathroom for such a long time...

Today was much better. The Tylenol actually provided relief and the butterflies in my stomach stayed at a manageable level. It felt great to be able to play outside with the boys and do an art project together.

Surprise!!!

1/2 Marathon?

I'm starting to feel the race bug again. This happens to me every spring. The weather gets warmer and I remember the freedom of running in shorts instead of being restricted by layers of fleece and poly-cotton blends. I also start thinking about putting a swimsuit on and determine that a few extra miles certainly wouldn't hurt. Although then I get funky tan lines which look wacko and unglamorous in swim wear anyway. Well, I just checked the 1/2 marathon schedule for the next few months and there are several coming up, so I just need to commit.

Hmmmm....

I hate it when a nice snuggle moment is ruined by flatulence. Dave's or mine. I was watching some program the other day which stated that, on average, people pass gas 14 times a day. So all you liars that pretend you would NEVER do something so unrefined, the rest of us know the truth...