that i really did it.
and i didn't even gag.
i actually liked it.
does this mean i am growing up?
6.30.2009
proof
that i really did it.
and i didn't even gag.
i actually liked it.
does this mean i am growing up?
6.29.2009
right now
i'm thinking about how funny it is that i bought a cucumber and a yellow squash
at the grocery store tonight.
the look on wade's face when i put it in the cart was priceless.
he was stunned to say the least.
i think i surprised myself as well.
i'm trying to expand my diet.
wish me luck.
also, that my gag reflexes don't kick in, as they have done since i was a wee one.
i'm thinking about how i took all my books back to the library today.
i have nothing to read, except for wade's book called "john adams"
i guess it is fitting, seeing as it is the week of the 4th
and i do live in boston.
it will be a learning experience.
although it will probably feel like a homework assignment.
i'm thinking about the future.
our future.
wade. me. the baby.
sometimes i feel like i'm not ready to be a mommy.
sometimes i see the world around us and i get scared to raise a child...
and i'm surprised at how my priorities are changing.
he's not even here yet.
but i can feel him. and i get to hear his heartbeat once in a while.
and he's part of me. and part of wade.
and so i already love him.
i'm just scared of messing up.
speaking of baby...
(who still has no name
and will probably be known as "baby" for the rest of his life.)
i'm thinking about how i am not enjoying what is happening to my body.
do not get me wrong. i think its a miracle what is happening inside of me.
but i think i can speak for most when i say that it is not fun
being HUGE and feeling large and fat and hideous every day.
it gets frustrating...
especially when i am trying so hard to eat well and stay active...
the pounds just keep coming.
i'm thinking about our apartment.
it's taken a while to get it just how i want it.
to make it our home.
and now it is our home. it's where i feel safe.
but in august we are moving.
and it makes me a little sad to leave it all and start over.
it was our first apartment together.
i already miss it and i'm not even gone yet.
how does that happen?
i'm thinking about wade and how lucky i am to have him.
how he rubs my feet at night and makes sure i have an extra pillow.
how he carries the groceries because my shoulders and back hurt too much.
how he locks the doors at night and takes out the trash.
how he goes to school all day.
and helps little kids at the hospital.
and works in the mornings.
and does homework all night.
but he STILL makes time for me
and never complains.
and i think that i couldn't be more proud of him.
and that is all.
at the grocery store tonight.
the look on wade's face when i put it in the cart was priceless.
he was stunned to say the least.
i think i surprised myself as well.
i'm trying to expand my diet.
wish me luck.
also, that my gag reflexes don't kick in, as they have done since i was a wee one.
i'm thinking about how i took all my books back to the library today.
i have nothing to read, except for wade's book called "john adams"
i guess it is fitting, seeing as it is the week of the 4th
and i do live in boston.
it will be a learning experience.
although it will probably feel like a homework assignment.
i'm thinking about the future.
our future.
wade. me. the baby.
sometimes i feel like i'm not ready to be a mommy.
sometimes i see the world around us and i get scared to raise a child...
and i'm surprised at how my priorities are changing.
he's not even here yet.
but i can feel him. and i get to hear his heartbeat once in a while.
and he's part of me. and part of wade.
and so i already love him.
i'm just scared of messing up.
speaking of baby...
(who still has no name
and will probably be known as "baby" for the rest of his life.)
i'm thinking about how i am not enjoying what is happening to my body.
do not get me wrong. i think its a miracle what is happening inside of me.
but i think i can speak for most when i say that it is not fun
being HUGE and feeling large and fat and hideous every day.
it gets frustrating...
especially when i am trying so hard to eat well and stay active...
the pounds just keep coming.
i'm thinking about our apartment.
it's taken a while to get it just how i want it.
to make it our home.
and now it is our home. it's where i feel safe.
but in august we are moving.
and it makes me a little sad to leave it all and start over.
it was our first apartment together.
i already miss it and i'm not even gone yet.
how does that happen?
i'm thinking about wade and how lucky i am to have him.
how he rubs my feet at night and makes sure i have an extra pillow.
how he carries the groceries because my shoulders and back hurt too much.
how he locks the doors at night and takes out the trash.
how he goes to school all day.
and helps little kids at the hospital.
and works in the mornings.
and does homework all night.
but he STILL makes time for me
and never complains.
and i think that i couldn't be more proud of him.
and that is all.
6.28.2009
one year down
It's our one year anniversary!
And what a year it has been...
We got married.
We packed up our stuff and moved across the country.
...and 8 months later, found ourselves pregnant. :)
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
And now is the part where I get to be mushy and say being married to Wade is the best decision I have ever made. He makes me want to be a better person and I can honestly say that every single day I find myself loving him more. He takes such good care of me and I feel so lucky to wake up next to him every day.
And what a year it has been...
We got married.
We packed up our stuff and moved across the country.
...and 8 months later, found ourselves pregnant. :)
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
And now is the part where I get to be mushy and say being married to Wade is the best decision I have ever made. He makes me want to be a better person and I can honestly say that every single day I find myself loving him more. He takes such good care of me and I feel so lucky to wake up next to him every day.
6.17.2009
introducing
our little alien.
Quite frankly, this one scares the heck out of me. Tilt your head to the left. Yes...he is staring right at you.
also, you should know that he has big feet.
6.16.2009
6.15.2009
i never thought i'd say this...
but I'm glad to be back.
i was dreading the flight. i was dreading the inconvenience of city life, once again.
BUT as I headed down my usual route to go grocery shopping today, i found myself in one of those moments where you just stop and take everything in, and just feel. Feel warmth. Feel happy. Feel home. and most importantly, feel overwhelmed with gratitude. and I noticed things that have been here all along, but never really appreciated. the hustle and bustle. the parks. the fountains. the smells. the cool moist air surrounding me. the cute old italians. THE INCONVENIENCE OF CITY LIFE...only this time, i liked it. and i guess its not so inconvenient, after all. it's just...different. and being a person that has never been able to accept change very well, its hard for me to admit that different isn't bad. it's just different. and maybe different can be good. and yes, it has taken me almost a year to get to this point, but i think i can finally stop saying i hate boston, and start calling it my home.
6.10.2009
that smell
my whole family crammed into a car to go to the oquirrh mountain temple open house and as we were driving, we smelled something quite foul. after the comments on the air quality outside, my little brother said:
"ew! it smells like....what's that food that mom makes?"
"ew! it smells like....what's that food that mom makes?"
6.04.2009
it's a...
BOY!
I picked up Wade from the airport last night around 12:45 with a dozen BLUE balloons and a little onesie. I was convinced I was having a girl, therefore convincing everyone else that it was, indeed, a girl. So I think Wade was quite surprised to know that he was going to be a daddy to a little boy!
6.03.2009
a trip down memory lane.
viva and i tend to be quite sentimental. When we learned that we would just so happen to be in Utah at the same time, we planned a trip back to our roots: Logan.
The road trip, for us, is half the fun. Of course we brought our Chex Mix (courtesy of the kitchen of viva) and our best music (courtesy of my vast library).
Our first stop was Firehouse. The meeting place for the love of my life and I. Also, our favorite place to eat out and probably the best restaurant in Logan. I worked here for six short months and it completely changed my life.
We then continued on to First Dam where we spent many days studying and playing. We brought along a bag of bread that we bought just for the occasion. Apparently, there's not much to do in Logan besides feed the ducks, because everyone in the city was there doing the same exact thing. Needless to say, those ducks wanted nothing to do with our bread. They were already full.
We then moved on to bigger and better things. All the apartments we ever lived in. Our dorms were even open and we wandered inside and looked at our old rooms. It was absolutely SO WEIRD! And I can't believe how disgusting they are. I remember the days of leaking roofs, and scurrying noises in the heater vents. Oh, and the time we caught a bag of popcorn on fire in the microwave and took the entire microwave outside because it smelled so bad. And then the poor Egyptian man that lived above us came down the stairs, sniffing wildly, and said, "Izzz some-zing byurning?"
(notice the dumpster that I backed into during moving week)
Here we are at Brentwood. One time we painted a very LARGE entertainment center in the kitchen that we got for a steal of a deal at DI (I should mention that I tried to paint it outside, but it got too dark. So then I plugged in a blow dryer to an extension cord and tried to dry it myself so we could move it inside. disaster). I've heard rumors that it is still lingering in the apartment.
we met up with some old friends (whom we tried to convince, as always, that they were not annoyed to see us).
And no sentimental trip would be complete without a stop at our dearly beloved Walmart and a drive by good old Utah State University.
The road trip, for us, is half the fun. Of course we brought our Chex Mix (courtesy of the kitchen of viva) and our best music (courtesy of my vast library).
Our first stop was Firehouse. The meeting place for the love of my life and I. Also, our favorite place to eat out and probably the best restaurant in Logan. I worked here for six short months and it completely changed my life.
We then continued on to First Dam where we spent many days studying and playing. We brought along a bag of bread that we bought just for the occasion. Apparently, there's not much to do in Logan besides feed the ducks, because everyone in the city was there doing the same exact thing. Needless to say, those ducks wanted nothing to do with our bread. They were already full.
We then moved on to bigger and better things. All the apartments we ever lived in. Our dorms were even open and we wandered inside and looked at our old rooms. It was absolutely SO WEIRD! And I can't believe how disgusting they are. I remember the days of leaking roofs, and scurrying noises in the heater vents. Oh, and the time we caught a bag of popcorn on fire in the microwave and took the entire microwave outside because it smelled so bad. And then the poor Egyptian man that lived above us came down the stairs, sniffing wildly, and said, "Izzz some-zing byurning?"
(notice the dumpster that I backed into during moving week)
Here we are at Brentwood. One time we painted a very LARGE entertainment center in the kitchen that we got for a steal of a deal at DI (I should mention that I tried to paint it outside, but it got too dark. So then I plugged in a blow dryer to an extension cord and tried to dry it myself so we could move it inside. disaster). I've heard rumors that it is still lingering in the apartment.
we met up with some old friends (whom we tried to convince, as always, that they were not annoyed to see us).
And no sentimental trip would be complete without a stop at our dearly beloved Walmart and a drive by good old Utah State University.
6.02.2009
old friends
I had the pleasure of meeting up with these lovely ladies for lunch today. We go waaaay back....all the way to 5th grade where we all became the best of friends.
Kelly is now going on a mission to Brazil.
Joyce just graduated from college.
Rebecca is teaching dance.
and me, well i'm larger than life and pregnant.
It seems like so much has changed...and yet, here we are 13 years later, and not really that much has changed at all.
and in case you were wondering what we looked like at the age of 13, I present to you my birthday party at Sounds Easy Pizza. Remember that place?
Rebecca Joyce Kali Kelly
Kelly is now going on a mission to Brazil.Joyce just graduated from college.
Rebecca is teaching dance.
and me, well i'm larger than life and pregnant.
It seems like so much has changed...and yet, here we are 13 years later, and not really that much has changed at all.
and in case you were wondering what we looked like at the age of 13, I present to you my birthday party at Sounds Easy Pizza. Remember that place?
6.01.2009
guess!
so......we were planning on finding out the gender of our baby on thursday after wade gets here. Well things haven't worked out quite like we wanted and it looks like I'll be going to my ultrasound tomorrow instead. I'm so excited to find out!! But I'm so sad Wade can't be here. (I'm still going to tell him in a fun way, but he has to be here for me to do it.) I'm under strict instructions that I can't tell anyone until I tell him first! Ha funny boy. So i'm interested in hearing your guesses....boy or girl? I'll let you know sometime on Thursday! Happy guessing! :)
p.s. I'm feeling the urge to blog every day this month. this could get random.
p.s. I'm feeling the urge to blog every day this month. this could get random.
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