Dear Waistline

Dear Waistline,

 I was deeply sadden by your sudden disappearance nine months ago. I longed for the day I would see you again. I hoped your journey back would not take too long, and I am pleased that you decided to return to me. Thanks for coming home waistline. You were sure missed!

Happy Birthday!

This is Kyler's birth story and mainly for me to have to remember it by. Feel free to read. It isn't very exciting.
September 17th came and passed and I still looked like this...

I wasn't expecting to deliver before or on my due date because I felt so good. Some nights I would have minor lower back pain but other than that I could do anything and felt fantastic. I felt so good in fact that I was scheduled for an induction on September 19th. I didn't feel good about it and called the hospital at 12:30am and cancelled. Thursday, September 20th, Danny and I were in charge of Pack Meeting, but Danny had an impromptu meeting with some guys from John Deer and I did Pack Meeting by myself. It was a piece of cake. I got home put everything away and Danny got home shortly after. Earlier that day he had promised me he would go on a walk with me for as far as I wanted. I wanted to walk around our block, about a mile. Not too far. We start walking and I change my mind and we go maybe a quarter of a mile. We were only a short distance away when I started to have pain. We kept up the pace, but once we were three quarters of the way done I had to slow way down and was hurting. We got home and got ready for bed, watched some T.V. and then went to sleep around 11:30. At 12:30 a.m. I woke up from my half sleep state and dreaming of having pain. I went to the bathroom and realized I was hurting. I took a bath and assumed the pain were contractions but wasn't sure. So in the tub I try to time them out but couldn't remember it. I got out and set myself up in the living room to time them. Danny comes out... 

D- what's up?

B-I just needed to take a bath. 

D-What are you doing out here?

B-I'm just going to watch some T.V. 

D-Are you in labor?

B-I might be. I'm going to time the contractions...

haha I sent him back to bed.

My contractions were 3-5 minutes apart lasting for 45 seconds to one minute and fifteen seconds for over an hour. When the pain got to bad around 3am I went and told Danny that I was ready to get ready to go to the  hospital. We left about 4:30 and were admitted around 6am. I was offered an epidural as soon as I got the I.V. in but declined because I was afraid of the needle. Haha The doctor broke my water at 7am and I got my first epidural at 8:25 am. It made things ten times worse. I felt like I had been hit by a truck. So the anesthesiology came back and redid my epidural at 9:33. Within seconds I was getting the tingle feeling and within less the five minutes I was sound asleep. Danny said shortly after they came in and hooked me up to Pitocin. I slept all day. I woke up about every hour in a half to two hours for about 15 minutes. At noon I was checked and was at a five and Kyler was still really high up. At 5:15 the nurse came back in and had to wake me up to check me. I was at nine and he was ready to come. She called the dr. got things ready and at 5:30pm I started to push. I had to push hard for about five contractions and then pushed only a little for a couple of contractions and then just let my body do the work until the dr arrived. Once he was ready I pushed three times for one contractions and Kyler was here. He arrived at 5:59pm. 8 pounds 1 ounce 20.75 inches long and PERFECT!

Needless to say, we fell in love instantly! We left the hospital 26 hours after he was born. We couldn't have asked for a more perfect baby. Kyler, we love you so much!

Relief Society...

I have to start going to Relief Society on Sundays now. Yes, it is a have to...not get too. It is much more boring then Young Women's, and much MUCH more boring then being in primary. Wish me luck...I just might fake labor every Sunday to get out of it.

Roller Coaster Ride

Danny and I were packing everything up and getting ready to hit the road. Adios Rexburg, Hola Post Falls. Things were coming along. Half the house was packed. We hit the road on a Thursday (much MUCH later then we wanted to...eh hem (not our fault)), and traveled up north. We spent all day Friday looking for a place to live. When we were driving to put our application in to the best of the worst I made the comment, "this just doesn't feel right. I don't know what we are doing." To which my lovely husband responds, "we felt good about me going to school here, WE ARE DOING IT!" BRING IT ON! We put in the application, paid the money and headed west to our week long vaca with his family. Driving home, a week later, Danny breaks. It didn't feel right. We discussed all our options for three hours on our much longer drive home. Decision made. Call and get Danny into all online classes. Cancel and lose our money on the town home. Get to work getting our small house ready to be a home for a us and a baby. It was the right decision. I chose a doctor, (first time I chose a Dr. for this baby) know where I am delivering, living room painted, trim painted, shelves are made, I know how I am putting my living room, and much much more great things. But there are the bad...I won't go into them, no one really wants to know that stuff anyways, but it is rough. And HELLLLOOO EMOTIONS! I cry at the slightest thing. Danny says something, not meant to be mean or harsh, and I bust out the waterworks. No control. But I must give credit where credit is due. Danny is a TROOPER and I couldn't have picked a better one. He is patient. He is hard working. He is kind. He is gentle. But most importantly, he loves me, and I couldn't think of a better companion to be on this roller coaster ride with.

Truths on Pregnancy Real World

My opinions, please do not choose to be offended if this is you...

1. No one but your family and close (not Facebook) friends want to see ultrasound pictures. It's true.
2. No one but your family and close friends want to know every detail about your pregnancy. It's true.
3. No one wants to hear about how miserable you are during pregnancy. Its true.
4. No one wants to hear you complain about your pregnancy because it is a blessing to be pregnant. It's true.
5. You can be excited about being pregnant, but unless you make people hunt for information about you being pregnant, understand that the rest of us can do without. It's true.

Pregnant and I know it...

I was told by a friend (when she found out I was pregnant) that if my pregnancy didn't make my blog then she had no idea what would. That was about a month in a half to two months ago. I have tried to blog about it often however I am uneasy because of so many people who have a hard time getting pregnant and every time they hear about someone else it makes them depressed. I didn't want to cause someone hurt,  but I also just couldn't think of anything clever to say about. I sure wish I was clever and witty like Anna. Alas I am not, which is probably why I did not major in English and teach English.
So with no further ado, I am pregnant, with a boy, and am 20 weeks. WOW! I know. I am growing everyday. Last night my tummy was super tight and my loving husband said, just wait till the morning, you won't be tight anymore but you'll have some more stretch marks. Yep. Fantastic. Just what I want to hear. hahaha But so completely true. Thanks babe for loving my ever growing belly. I HATED the first trimester. I was queezy until week fourteen. But I am LOVING the second trimester. I have energy. I am getting tons done. (mainly sewing) and keeping my house clean. I can feel the little man move. Today he is super active. Swimming wherever he can fit. What will I need for the new addition? Any advise. I am open to it. However, I am promising to not use the majority of it.

Pomp and Circumstance...

I think not...Danny and I graduated December 17th. After the huge event on the 16th, my parents made the comment, "Wow, that felt like General Conference". There was no traditional Pomp and Circumstance song, there was no clapping, there was no shouting or congratulating or encouraging us for the future. It was General Conference. The president of the Unversity, Brother Clark started off by explaining to everyone that there will be no clapping or shouting or congratulating. Elder Cook of the Quorum of the Twelve spoke, to be honest I quit listening. It was about how we will influence people everywhere we go. Ya I've been taught that since I was three so I tuned out. Our VP of the University, Brother Eyring, (President Eyring's son) spoke as well. That was a good talk. Still not so much encouragement as warning. I had a grand total of 3 friends who were graduating, Celina, Sarah, and of course Hubs.

I'm sure my parents and his parents have better pictures, but this is what I have to work with from our Ipod Touch. Sorry. However, we are DONE! For now. At least two more years are calling out for D, where you ask? NO CLUE! The world is at our hands.