Blame It On The Hormones

Christmas is not my favorite holiday (according to my last post it would be Halloween). Even though I do like the church lessons, lights, excitement and treats. I think that the true meaning of Christmas has been commercialized and almost lost and unfortunately I had been complacent and not focused on the Saviors birth.
When Chris and I got married, 8 years ago, it had never been a question of if we would have kids (as I recall I think I wanted like 6 kids...crazy). So after 2 years of marriage, it seemed like the time when people had kids. But 6 1/2 years went by and no 6 kids.
Chris and I are pretty chillaxed about stuff and we mostly go with the flow. But when Christmas would come around the whole fam would do the Christmas thing of cutting down trees, visiting lights and opening presents. Don't get me wrong we loved every minute of it and the excitement as my nieces and nephews would wait to open their presents, it was great. But in the back of our minds, we would think about our babies opening presents and their little faces lighting up and family home evenings where we would teach our kids the true meaning of Christmas. But it was not happening. Sometimes Chritmas was more sad for us because we were not focused on the birth of the Savior and the gift of Eternal life he gave to us.
How sad for me that I needed a life changing thing, like a baby, to really feel the spirit of the season.
That being said, this Christmas holiday has been amazing! I have listened to more Christmas music and read more 'Ensign' articles about Christmas than ever before. The spirit in our home is not because we are being blessed with a cute little baby face, but because we have chosen to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas. This year has been magical. (what a sentimental and cheesy post, I blame it on the hormones. Hence the title of the post :))


On a lighter note, every year an elf visits my nieces and nephews on the 12 days of Christmas and brings little fun knicknaks and things. Well this year I was folding laundry on a cold and very rainy night and there was a knock at the door. Left on my door step was a gift for the baby girl and a cute little poem to go with it. The elves have been coming every night, so fun! (On a completely separate note I have amazing parents! Or should I say elves, wink,wink.) Merry Christmas!



We recieved some super cute baby things for Christmas. These are a couple of my favorites. The boots are from a lady I work with. She keeps saying that this baby will have my personality so she needs boots to match. I'm still holding out that she'll get Chris' mellow personality :)


My parents got this cowgirl shirt for the baby. It is the cutest thing I've ever see. I can't wait to get some boots to match and a pony for her to ride!

ThInGs ThAT gO BuMP iN ThE niGhT

Now that it's the day after Thanksgiving I think that it's appropriate and it seems about right that I am now writing about Halloween.
Halloween is my favorite holiday. I love everything about it. I absolutely love being scared. I think I saw all the 'Nightmare on Elm street' movies when I was eight. I can remember my mom and me making scary noises late at night, while watching 'Tales from the Crypt'. I used to sneak into my parents room late at night and grab their ankles. (for the record they did the same to me:)) One of my Life long dreams is to see a real ghost! Although I'm sure I'll pee my pants! Poor Chris puts up with scary movies and listening at night to hear the ghost creeping down the hall.
Every year my family has a Halloween party and we make all kinds of disgusting food to eat... eyeballs, cat litter cake, mice, and the list goes on and on. It is awesome!





With all that yummy food you would think that this outstanding holiday could not get any better, right? Well it did get better. Halloween was the first night that Chris and I felt the baby kick. I felt a little movement in my stomach and so I put my hand on it and she kicked so hard. Chris put his hand on my stomach and she gave him a great big kick. It was amazing! She has not stopped kicking since. Every ultrasound we get the Dr. tells us that our baby moves so so so much.I think she is coming out running!
So the bump in the night was not the ghost that I've been waiting to see, but something much, much better, a cute little baby face that we have been waiting for, for so long!

'Sweet Dreams'

I have always had pretty awesome dreams and of course by awesome I mean terrifying. I have been stabbed, eaten by lions, spiders all over my hair, I've been shot, drowned... sometimes I even have two nightmares a night. Chris has to wake me up on a regular basis because my breathing patterns match that of a marathon runner on his 25th mile. We always joke that my theme song should be 'Mad World' by Gary Jules (just the chorus, not the other semi depressing lyrics. I do really like the song though)




So when everyone told me to get ready for the pregnacy dreams, I thought could they get any crazier?
Well the other night I had a dream that I delievered my baby, was it a boy? A girl? No, it was a.... hard boiled egg. But boy did I love that little hard boiled egg.
So whether we have a boy, a girl, or a hard boiled egg I know I'll love it! (for the record, it was a pretty creepy dream.)

My second post is by far the most exciting of the two posts... I'm 13 weeks pregnant. Wahoo!!!

We knew that something was up when, while waiting in line to get into the 'Neon Trees' concert I suddenly got sick and ran into a little Bollywood store, Chris following close behind. I turned to tell him that I needed to lay down, but the only thing that came out was "I need" and I past out right on the gross floor (which I think I licked yuck!) right in front of the cash register. Everyone standing, waiting to get into the concert was watching and I'm sure they thought I was on drugs. (For the record I was not!) I sadly had to miss the first two bands while I was sick in the car, but I was not going to miss 'Neon Trees' so I crawled out of the car and proceeded to mosh through their whole set.(They were awesome!)

Then a week later I went to girls camp. I was so sick. I felt so bad, the girls wanted me in the skit, but I couldn't walk to the stage. I didn't go swimming with them. Everyday I would count the hours until I could go to bed.

When I got home from camp I was getting out of the shower and as I walked by the mirror, it was then that I noticed that something or should I say somethings had gotten larger. When I asked Chris he informed me that he had noticed about 2 weeks before me.

We put the pieces together and went to the doctor and sure enough I was already 2 months prego.