I am a crappy wife. I have had three shots in the last month to show my husband how much I love and appreciate him, and I missed all of them. Our 2 year anniversary was on January 13th, his birthday was on February 11th and Valentines Day came right after that. We have made agreements not to do the whole cheesy V-Day thing, but I probably owed it to him after missing my other 2 chances. (Even my mom didn't let it pass without decorating our bathroom mirror with little gel hearts and leaving us each a bag of pink & red Kissables... my favorite!)
I think he knows he is the center of my world, but it still feels unfair that I blew off every easy, no-excuses opportunity to tell him again.
My husband is wonderful: he takes such great care of me and the baby-to-be and does everything I ask him to help me with, without complaining. He is so proud of me carrying this child and tells me all the time what a super job I'm doing and how beautiful I am. (So what if he lies- he still gets kudos for it!) He works as much as I do, goes to school full-time and still has homework to do when he gets home. He is also helping build my parent's basement- which is hard, dirty work. Yet somehow, he makes absolutely sure that he gives me the time & attention I need, helps with dinner & chores and still pull off Dean's list and A's every semester! He is a big dreamer and a hard worker, and I am so proud of him. He is a worthy Priesthood holder, and that is something wonderful all in itself. I cherish and respect that about him, above all else. He makes me laugh all the time and he doesn't take me too seriously, even when I'm over-reacting just a bit. That's where his great patience comes out too.

One of the lucky ones

There have been so many reminders these past few months of just how blessed we really are. To begin with, Tyler & I weren't even sure if I could get pregnant & have a baby... here we are at "T minus 26 days" and everything is great. Which leads me to my next point: everything is great! I love being pregnant! Sure, the extra 25 pounds can do a little damage to one's self-esteem, but that's the worst of it. Well, that and the fact that I'm not supposed to hot-tub till the Wee One gets here. But those are my biggest complaints, that's all I've got. Never had morning sickness, haven't been crippled by those naughty Braxton Hicks, my back & the rest of my body are handling the changes remarkably well.
So I owe a big thank you to all of you who have been praying for us... one of you must be on Someone's good-side, because we are being very well taken care of. But please don't stop, from what I hear, the hardest part is still to come.

Showered!

I am constantly amazed by how generous people are! Katy threw my baby shower last weekend & all my awesome friends came to celebrate with us! I remember talking to Katy after the party about how great my friends are and I made the comment:

"I may not have a lot of friends, but the ones I've got are the best there is!"

And it is so true. Lots of big hugs and thank-you's to everybody who came (or wish they could have come). It was so great to see everybody and the baby got so very spoiled!

A new pic

I thought you'd all like to see how fat I'm getting. I think I'm finally almost past that "is she pregnant, or just eating too much?" point. Here is a picture of me from this week. Tyler & I started taking pics of my belly every day, beginning in October. It's kinda fun to have a slide-show of my body getting morphed and stretched and misshapen by the miracle of new life growing inside of me. And no,
I won't be the mom who whips out these pictures in 15 years to show the kid what he's done to me & remind him of how much he owes me. Maybe. Might be fun.

The Paradox of Time

Anyone who's been pregnant before knows how ssssllloooooooowwwwlllyyyyy the time goes by. So tell me then, how are there only 20 days left before Christmas? Am I ready? Absolutely NOT! I haven't even figured what I'm getting anyone, so I haven't even begun to shop yet! I also have to get packing so that we can be out of our apartment by the 29th. How can time go by so slow, but sneak past so fast that I can't keep up with it? And while we're talking about paradoxes, can anyone tell me how a child the size of a loaf of bread can fit into something the size of a soccer ball? Last time I checked, it's not really possible, but that's what I found out today. Baby= 2 Lb. loaf of bread... Me= soccer ball. Think on that for a while.