Two Months Left

My due date is two months from now. I'm going to be a mom in two months (give or take a couple of weeks). This seems crazy to me. Who thought it would be a good idea to give me a tiny little person to take care of? I'm excited and overwhelmed...and so not ready. She has a crib and a carseat...and Adam and I. I guess that's all she really needs. And we are slowly collecting other useful items to help us care for our daughter.

We were counting family members a while back and realized that our baby will be the 13th on Adam's side and the 9th on my side. We took this as a good omen. Those are our numbers (from our more athletic days). Does this matter at all? Of course not. But we still decided that it must mean something good.

I resemble a watermelon smuggler. I can barely believe I will actually be getting bigger over the next two months. I feel pretty near maxed out. The vastness of my belly is getting pretty uncomfortable. More when she feels like tumbling around and playing punchy kicky. She's super active...not that I have anything to compare her to...but she's pretty much always in my business.

My right ribs will never be the same. I injured them several years ago in a surfing mishap and my genetics are like the opposite of that magic wolverine healing power...it's more like, you'll never be the same again power. But between my expanding belly and abusive baby, the ribs on the right are super tender and uncomfortable. Leftys are pretty much fine.

I dabble in the art of giant cankle making. They come and go. My shoes fit differently every day. The bad days are kinds gross. My wedding ring still fits though!

When I'm sick (the past week), I sleep like it's my job. There's a whole new lack of energy I've never experienced before. I could literally sleep all day long and have certainly tried to. But I'm on the up and up and am not such a blob these days.

I have the greatest husband in the world. He tells me I look cute pregnant. He feels the baby move and says it's cool (even though I'm sure there's a part of him who feels it's a bit alienish). When I wake up in the night, he gets really concerned...and I get up in the night pretty much every night. He makes me chose everything (dinner, activites, etc.) because he wants to accomodate how I'm feeling. He goes to the fabric store with me all the time. And he never complains. Even if I can't make up my mind and we're there for hours. He rubs my feet/belly/neck. He tells me my newly acquired stretch marks aren't gross..."they aren't that bad...you can barely see them...they'll probably fade...I still think you're pretty." He is the best. Best husband. Best friend. Just plain old best guy ever. And he'll be the best dad. In just two months!

*I'll update with pictures from my recent shower with my family and pics of what I've made and such in the near future. That'll make up for my current lack of pictures, I hope*

4th of July Weekend in Lava Hot Springs

We spent last weekend in Lava Hot Springs with Adam's family. It was a blast. We learned that Lava is a bit trashy, but still mega fun. We started the night off with dinner and bingo. Adam won a couple times. It was so exciting!

Sunday was swim day. We spent the morning at the swimming complex. All who were allowed (so, not me and the little kids) went down the water slides. Adam and Taylor played on the diving boards and platforms. Even Lyv snuck onto the diving board twice. She's a brave one. After running the kids ragged at the pool, we went back to the hotel where the tired ones slept and the rest of us got ready for tubing fun. I wasn't so sure I was going to tube...you know, since I'm super pregnant...but I decided to, and it was awesome. We rented a four-man tube. The first go around, I was instructed to sit in the middle. We thought this was wise and the safest route. False. It was horrible. So Mary Jo and I took turns sitting it out and taking pictures. The tube really was only meant for four and it was a lot more fun that way. On our last run, we hit a rapid at a crappy angle and I unintentially aspirated a lot of water. No good. No good at all.

That night, everyone hit up the mineral pools. I hung out on the deck to avoid roasting Baby Kay. It was such a fun trip full of staying up late with the brothers, joking around with the parents, and playing with the little kids.

Sick

I'm sick. Nothing major. Just sick. I'm pretty sure I just have a head cold and a hint of bronchitis from my recent near drowning (more on that later). Even though my symptoms aren't bad; overall, I feel like shish. But the bad word. Yesterday I called in sick and slept all day long. I got nothing done and felt like a lump but I didn't care.

My nice husband came home from a full day of work and his daily exercise (in this case an hour of lap swimming) and took care of his lump. He got dinner. He cleaned the kitchen (not just dishes and stuff...mega cleaned kitchen). I slept. He got me a bunch of juice and a popsicle. He let me whine all night. He was sweet and concerned when I woke up several times thoughout the night (sometimes for pregnancy related bathroom breaks, sometimes because I wasn't breathing so well). He tried to talk me in to not going to work today because I didn't sleep so well (giant belly + hurty hips + stuffy nose + congested lungs + summer time temperatures = crappy sleeping for Jen). He told me not to make him lunch this morning...he conveniently didn't need one today. He is nice to me. Even when I'm so gross. Which I am currently. On so many levels.

I don't like being sick. And all the regular coughing has made my belly hurt in new ways. But I am so lucky to have a nice husband who takes care of his sick lady and lies to me and tells me I'm still pretty even though I feel like death.

Two Years

Eight years ago, I met Adam. He had a nice tan and strong calves. He was funny. He was real cute. He seemed too cool for me.

Almost seven years ago, we went on our first date. It was really fun. His roommate thought I was engaged to another guy and really disapproved of the date. We were pretty inseperable from that point on.

Six years ago, Adam finally got to see my true colors...and they didn't scare him away. Since then he's seen me at my best and at my very worst. And he's been there for me through it all.

Three years ago, Adam asked me to marry him. Easiest decision ever. I had pretty much fallen completely in love and committed myself to him and only him years before. He's the only person I have ever met in my entire life who I can never get enough of and who never gets on my nerves. I had to keep him around forever.

Two years ago, I knelt accross from the most amazing guy ever and promised myself to him forever. I accidentally interrupted the sweet, old man called Jay. He teased me for being too excited. Maybe I was. He advised acts of love and kindness. He said "love and kindness" a lot. We do too. Our wedding day was spectacular. It was really hard to not have some really important people there and I really appreciate the sacrifice and understanding of my new family. It was cloudy all day. My hair sucked...all day. But it was a great day. One girl cried because the weather was ruining her wedding. It made me happy. I know...I'm rude. But it made me happy because I knew I was marrying Adam, something I'd been wanting to do for a long time. I was blissfully happy. Nothing, especially not a little rain, could ruin that day for me. I was finally married to my fella for time and all eternity.

People said that marriage is a huge adjustment...that getting used to living with another person is really difficult. Being married to Adam and living with him has been so easy and wonderful. I guess we just knew each other so well that there wasn't much else to find out. In our two years of marriage we moved into our house, bought a new car, sold a truck, got a bachelors degree (just me...he already had one), and got pregnant. There will be a lot more changes in the future and we're really excited for all the adventures our lives have in store for us.

We went to Logan to celebrate. That's where our history is. We visited our old haunts and had Aggie ice cream. I'm glad we got to spend time with my best friend.

I am so grateful to have married someone as great as Adam. He has made me a better person. He makes me want to achieve so much. He is so nice to everyone. He is hilarious and not above a little light-hearted mockery. He loves me and would do anything for me. He is a genius...he really knows everything. He is strong and athletic. Adam is as close to perfect as a person could be and somehow he chose me. Thanks for marrying me Adam. I hope I make you has happy as you make me! I love you, champ.

Baby Stuff?

I need some input. I'm new. And Adam and I are kind of simple when it comes to "stuff"...we don't usually feel the need for a lot of it. So tell me, what do we need? What don't we need? Is there stuff you loved and couldn't have lived without? Did some stuff seem important and then you never used it? I'm especially unsure of changing tables, bottle and wipe warmers, and diaper specific receptacles. I've heard people say I need a bumbo chair. Do you agree? What about a boppy or other nursing pillow (those two things were clearly named for babies, right?)? In short, tell me what you loved and why...and maybe what you think I don't need. Thanks!