The Things You Don't Expect...

There are a lot of things in life I didn't expect to happen. I didn't expect for Matt and I to last more than a month when we first started dating or to be married at 18. I didn't expect to be sealed in the beautiful San Diego Temple. I never expected to even become a member of the LDS church! I never expected to move to Arizona or to be poor as dirt. I especially NEVER expected to have 2 kids at the ripe young age of 21. In fact I had everything planned out. I was going to be a very successful woman. I was going to get as much schooling as I could and then be the head of a big company. You know, one of those women who prove to everyone that women really do belong in the business world. I remember telling Matt that if we got married I would NOT be the kind of wife to stay home. Well, I am so glad that my life went so unexpectedly. I am especially glad that I have my kids. I was thinking about this tonight as my daughter was making a mess eating spaghetti and sticking her hands in the bread dough, laughing the entire time. She is such a joy in my life. You never expect a child to teach you so much. I mean, you hear it all the time, but when you realize it yourself, it is so different. Even my unborn son makes me smile when he moves or pushes at Brae when she is lying on my belly. I can see now why some people have so many, it would make me crazy, but they are such an inspiration. It just goes to show that the things we don't expect are the things that make us better and happier.

It Has Begun!

It's official! I have begun panic mode! You know that stage of your pregnancy where it dawns on you that you are going to have a baby soon? Yeah it has hit me like a ton of bricks. I am talking in 2 days I went from sorta worried about it to out of my mind freaking out about it! I went through and steralized the kitchen, bathrooms, and anything else I could get my hands on. The funny part is, I won't be living in the home I am now when this baby comes and I know that, but my nesting timer doesn't. I guess whoever buys this home will be very pleased with how clean it is... I am trying to not let the little things bug me, such as Matt leaving a sock on the floor or all the clean clothes that haven't been folded yet, I mean at least they are clean right? I let myself panic about the more important things such as clothes, bedding, carseat... I just can't seem to settle down. Poor Matt. The first thing he said when I started cleaning was, I remember this from the last pregnancy. I really really do not like the "nesting" stage...

Poor Santas...

What were the men who pretend to be Santa thinking when they volunteered to dress up in thier red suits? Were they thinking about my daughter? I am sure if they were, they would have thought twice!!! This is Braelyn last year on Santas lap....

This is her this year. We even went to two different Santas, and the second one Santa just pulled Matt on his lap too because she was freaking out so bad.

At this point I ask myself, should we be saying poor Santa or our poor children who we force to sit on a complete strangers lap who is dressed in a funny get-up?

Braelyns Christmas Gift

I know that Christmas is still eight days away, but it came in the mail today and I just had to set it up. We are going to St. George for Christmas, so it's not like she was going to open it Christmas morning anyways =) We got her a bike cart that converts into a double jogger. She is already having so much fun in it and she hasn't even been out on a bike ride yet!

Here are some pictures...

What a silly girl =)

It's All Worth It...

As most of you know, I have had a lot of pain with this pregnancy. I have been to the hospital twice, missed four days of work, and been hunched over in pain for hours at a time with nothing to even help relieve the pain. This all started last Sunday before Jer was to give his son a blessing. I feel so rotten for missing the blessing and for making Matt miss it, but I am so grateful to have a family that understands. Why am I telling you this? I don't want pity, I just wanted to write about what has come of it. I have been praying for help with the pain and I have recieved that help. It is not gone, but it is tolerable. I don't know whether my body is just used to the pain now or if the pain has lessened, but it is tolerable. So my prayer was answered. The power of prayer is truely amazing. I was also praying for understanding and for guidance. I now understand that no matter what this pregnancy causes me, I am so very grateful to be carrying my son. I know that no matter what happens, he is supposed to be here during this time and I was the one chosen to raise him. So to the bumps along the way I say, "BRING IT ON!!!" because I know I have the most powerful ally, My Heavenly Father. I also have a family who I know will be there no matter what happens. All the trials we go through are worth it in the end, because you would never be able to enjoy life the same without them.

I love my hubby!

Through these last couple days, my husband has been a really big help! I have been having some severe abdominal discomfort (streching pains) and he has been so kind as to stay home from work (Monday) and run around and do whatever it is that I need him to do (I am pretty sure he ran to the store every hour to get something else to ease the pain). He has taken care of Braelyn without any breaks and let me sleep for almost two days straight. He has cooked and cleaned without any complaint. I don't think that he could prove his love or devotion to me anymore than he has. I may call him immature and give him a hard time about not doing something, but I know that he always does his best and is getting better at doing the little things that count. He probably won't read this, but I just want everyone to know how much I love and appreciate him and despite what all you other married women might think, I am the luckiest wife in the Universe!!!

Donut Addict...

So my daughter has become a victim, much like myself, to the donut. I bring home the bag and she knows what it is. She has also figured out how to pull the donuts out of the bag... not good. Maybe it is my fault, ok it is totally and completely my fault, but I don't give them to her all that often. She still eats her fruits and veggies despite my husband and I corrupting her with goodies. I am not sure how much longer it will last, but at least for now she still eats everything. =)