Thursday, April 26, 2012

They hurt.

Which is weird cause I'm not pregnant or .... Old. I can't think of other reasons why they would hurt.

Remember that life sucking groin pain I had? Have that still. And then I think I have developed sciatic nerve pain even though I don't know what that is. It's in my left butt cheekish. It hurts and its sharp and weird.

Then! My neck and back and hips hurt. I need solutions. Can you share some?

Am I old?

Or am I healing from the birth of a 9 pound baby?

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

So you know David right? You know how we sort of really fell in love right before his mission? Somewhat of a no-no in the LDS world. But maybe I'm old and its more accepted now?

It came to be mission time. It was never a question for him or me whether or not he would go. 

He went and was gone for 2 years. It's crazy how I can say that like it was no big deal. I say that in 8 words like it wasn't 700-plus days of missing him. It was. There was never a day that I didn't think about him. 2 years is a really long time. Like the longest time ever.

I'm stalking a girl on Instagram who is waiting for her boy (he just left) and I totally believe in her. I want to reach out and tell her that she can do it! But that its gonna be hard and long and sad. But it will be rewarding and happy when he comes home. He will be different and so will she but it's usually for the better, at least in our case it was. :)

I would also secretly say that right now in my life, I'm not sure I would have done it if I could do it all over again. I mean of course I probably would, but sometimes when we talk about it, I tell him that I wouldn't let him go. I mean, it's 2 years I grew as a person, but it's 2 years I grew without him, 2 years I'll never get back. I would probably be that really crappy girlfriend that all the parents hate.

You have to remember that David is leaving in a week and a half for China. I'm feeling completely sorry for myself tonight and feel like I just wanna get this crap out of my brain.

Missions are awesome. And so are trips to China?

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Why is Caillou bald?

Why do they only have 4 out of the 5 Backyardigans on each episode (usually)?

Those are my only two questions right now. Do you find yourself asking those questions when you watch kids shows?

Like why, on My Little Pony did the rabbit cough like an old man and then go back to talking like a 2 year old? Why didn't they just have the voice of that rabbit pretend cough instead of hiring a chomo to cough in its place?

Hm. Do you wonder why Bob the Builder and Wendy don't get together? And is he actually British pretending to be English? Or is that the same thing?

Whatever. Honestly, these are the types of things I think about when watching shows. What goes on in your mind? Do you have mysteries you want solved when it comes to popular kids shows?

Friday, April 13, 2012

I'm still working on the story. It's gonna be long and probably boring. So don't get excited.

In the meantime, I cry over everything. Most the time I can't even type because of the blurred vision.

I'm super aware of post partum depression. I'm not ashamed of it either. I think it hit me a little harder this time around with David leaving in the very near future. Most of the time that's what starts it all. Just the thought of him being gone and across the country.

I can talk about it right now because I had a good day and he is right here. But ask me during the day when he is gone, and you'll get a waterfall. Lol.

Anyway, sorry I've been MIA with the daily posts. I'll get back on track.

Baby girl is awesome by the way. She is 8lbs, 6 oz. Which is in the acceptable weight range, whatever that means. I hate stupid stats and crap. Okay I hafta go. War Horse is calling.

Monday, April 9, 2012

We have this little girl
And her name is
Genevieve Monroe

We will most likely call her Nevie for short.

She came weighing in at 9lbs and 1 ounce. Big girl right?

I can't wait to tell you the story.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Will this get me out of a post for the day? I'll give you some details tomorrow. Good?

Friday, April 6, 2012

I met up with David at the Easter Pageant yesterday. I noticed when he got out of the van that he had on some pretty sweet looking attire. He had his Army shirt and boots on, and some hot lookin jeans courtesy of his dad. His dad is really tall therefore the jeans were rolled up. Rollin' out in his rolled up jeans. Mmmmm..... Oh, did I mention they were tapered? Like big hips that go to not-quite- skinny jeans, but just weird?

Then I got to wondering why they even make that style anymore. EVERYONE knows they are not cute. I mean, we live in the 2012's people. There are MUCH better styles suited to body types nowadays. I guess they must be comfortable? But even then I can't imagine how so. Because the ankles aren't stretchy. So you have to get them all awkward style over your feet. And then finding the right shoes?

Check out David as my model here.
I think I'm gonna start a revolution. Like the mom jeans revolutions. Finding better solutions to style for mom's. Mom's who feel like theat is their only option.

Does your mom wear mom jeans? If not, how did that happen?

Watch that video below. It's only a minute long.

Mom Jeans

I took this little one with me today when I went to phoenix for a very important doctors appointment. We did all the fun things and I want to remember the moments. We stopped at Subway first and while we were sitting there she looked at me and said, "You're eyes are so beautiful." I'm not kidding you. My little 3 year old said that very adult and genuine and nice thing! It was so great. It made me feel like a million dollars. Especially because its a deep concept I think.

Sorry guys for all this mommy Blogger crap.

We went to get some ice cream (see chocolate face below) and it was wonderful to sit in the moment and watch the fountains and her wonder as they would start up and stop. We sat and enjoyed and had a good time. Loved it.

That's all. So many more.

At the Easter pageant tonight Jackson said after the part where Jesus teaches and blessed the children, "I want that Jesus can bless me." Cute right? He was reaaallly upset about them hurting Jesus. But the end was the best when he rises again. The smile on his face was subtle and so sweet.

Wow. I want to vomit over my own cheesiness. Lol. Thanks for reading friends.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

So I was applying my fakeys today and I was contemplating the reason for them. I don't have one except for that I'm lazy. And I hate black dots under my eyes and in my eyes. Makes me mad.

The only problem is that I am even more crazy about pulling them out. I hate when the glue is not in its proper place, aka all over the top of my lid so I end up pulling them all out and reapplying. More work. Maintenance.

The picture ive attached was really about the necklace. (It's from a friend who made it. Homemade!) But you can see the lashes and how long they are. Right?

I like the drama of them. Like you can maybe tell they are fake but I don't care.

And now you know my deepest beauty secret. Well not really. But its not one I would normally go around boasting about but I thought you deserved to know.

And my real reason for applyling them this time around is because I'm gonna be in labor soon and I don't want to have to ask for someone to get mascara out of my eyes. And plus I want to look fabulous while birthing.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

its weird.

I'm the wife of the guy that everyone loves. You kind of know that though because you probably love him too.

He got a huge award from the Army. I haven't posted about it because they didn't announce it officially to the other cadets until today. More than the award itself, its the honor that goes with it. One person from each branch of the military ROTC gets it each year. Only one person in the history of Embry Riddle has ever gotten it before. That tells you how special it is because ERAU is somewhat full of awesome students. It's even called the Medal of Honor. Fancy style. Here is the page that says his name.

Then! Then! He got this other one called The Superior Cadet Decoration Award which is an official Army award. He will get a patch or something.

I'm really only completely bragging about this because I want to document it for posterity. Don't hate me too much. Just a little okay?

Monday, April 2, 2012

Per a challenge from Emily, I'm going to try and do a post a day for the month of April. Ugh. It's gonna be hard. That means I actually have to be committed to something. Stressful. Especially cause this baby is coming in like one day. Or week. Or maybe two weeks.
I tried this weekend to have her. No such luck. I had the doctor do his magic, I went to an acupuncturist, black and blue cohosh, walked, and nothing.
I said over at this other blog I post at that I secretly knew it was not gonna happen this weekend. But I let everyone else influence me. Okay, so I can't TOTALLY blame it on others, I mean, I am ready. Like me, I, me, am ready but I had this gut feeling that maybe she wasn't. And I told a few people that. We went ahead anyway and tried. No such luck. So here I am. I am experiencing a lot of anxiety and sadness. It's very strange. Instead of post-partum depression, I'm having pre-partum depression. I feel scared that I may not make it to my preferred hospital, about the pain, missing David, etc...My sister would insert here that I need to trust that everything is going to happen the way it's supposed to happen. I do trust that. But what if what's supposed to happen is I turn into the next woman who delivers her baby in the car? Ahhhhh........
Do you want to do the challenge too? I think you should go over to her blog and read it. I'm sure she would send you baked goods too. And/or dinner. But I think dinner would be more hard to send in the mail.
I have to make up a post from yesterday so I'm gonna go do that. Probably just a picture one. Or somesing.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

I took this picture the same day I took these other pictures of my sweet kiddos who are also a reflection. Of me.

I'm wearing goucho pants. Shut up. They are comfortable.