Tryptophan Thanksgiving

Our Thanksgiving was pretty much a yawner for us, however, my brother and his wife suprised us with having their baby girl, Nora, two weeks early. They had her via c-section on November 20th and were in the hospital for Thanksgiving. It seemed like the show just couldn't get going without them and I totally forgot to bring my camera to get a good pic. Ugh, onto Christmas . . .

Chunky Monkey

So, yesterday when I went to the doctor, I walked in confidently thinking that the doctor was going to say, “Congratulations, you are just one week away from entering the third and final trimester! I’m glad that you’re still alive.” Instead I heard, Aimee, you’re fat.

Okay, so the doctor didn’t say it quite in those terms. What she said was, “It looks like for the last two appointments your weight has spiked. Normally, we like to see a gain of 1 pound per week. You are about 4 lbs over that – total.”

This is what went through Jon’s head, “Man, I’m glad that I’m not the patient. Thanks for taking one for the team, Aim.”

This is what went through my head, “Are you serious? Do you know that I’m pregnant? Do you know that I’ve been sick and lost 6 pounds in the first two months? Maybe I can cut out the donut that I eat for breakfast in the mornings. Did you even look at my history chart before telling me this? Maybe it is true that you gain more on subsequent pregnancies. Is it too late to change doctors to get a second opinion? Maybe I’ll up my workouts from one walk around the lake at my work to two. How many pregnant women actually stay within the ‘averages?’ Okay, so I can forgo the cheese on my baked potato for lunches (but I’m not willing to sacrifice the sour cream.) Are you even supposed to lose weight when you’re pregnant? What am I supposed to do with this info? The once a week ice cream night is definitely out. Why did my doc have to tell me this two weeks before Thanksgiving?”

Jon had to try to do damage control the entire way home from the doctor’s office. He did a pretty good job with his pep talk. Then he dropped me off at home and headed to work. I . . . . worked out. Now my leg hurts and I’m even more hungry than I was before.

Don’t I deserve a break . . . after all, I am pregnant! Hello!!

Mollee searched costume after costume. She passed on the princesses; she passed on the fairies; she stopped at the cow. What a cute cow she made. We met Tinkerbell at my brother, Darin's, work the day before Halloween. Mollee partied all day on Friday at daycare and ate her fill of cupcakes. By the time we were ready to go trick or treating on Saturday, my little cow was exhausted. She went to house after house for about 45 minutes before turning to Jon and saying, "Daddy, this cow is tired." She came home and wanted to give all of her candy to the trick or treaters that showed up at our house. What a kind little cow!!

Forgiveness

Every day, on my way home from work, I have to drive past a billboard with a familiar face plastered all over it. This person that owns this face hurt me when I was younger. She doesn't know it, nor would she likely remember my name, but I have hated her for years.

Jon told me that he would do anything to make me feel better, including dressing up in all black, buying a bunch of spray paint, and assisting me in climbing up the ladder to that billboard to vandalize it in any manner that I would like.

I laughed, then I read this book. You never truly know what others pasts are. You never know why people say or do the things that they do and you may not understand their intentions . . . they may not even understand their own intentions.

Many people have said and done things that have hurt my feelings, but I have really been the only one that has hurt myself because I let myself be angry and only I am to blame for letting myself hold onto grudges. So today, I'm going to work on forgiveness. I'm going to forgive those who have said the wrong thing at the wrong time; I'm going to forgive those that have walked past me when I've hurt, and I'm going to forgive myself for holding on too long. Maybe then, others will forgive me for my ignorance.

Playing Catch-Up

In a way, it's great that time has passed so quickly. I'm happy to say that I am now halfway done being pregnant. I've finally resigned to the fact that I am just not one of those lucky people who love being pregnant. I'm not even one of those people who likes being pregnant!

The good news is that I have felt better this pregnancy than the first go round; the even better news is that we found out that we are having a boy. The ultrasound lady didn't believe me when I started whooping and hollering that this will be my last!! We'll see . . .

I love the fall time. I decided to get all Suzy Homemaker and learn how to can. Jon and I canned our first peaches and pears. The fruit flies have now found new residency with us, but the process actually turned out really well.

My parents have been displaced since April because they had a little disagreement between them and their all too ancient bar-b-que. The bar-b-que finally had it and launched itself up into the rafters of my parents home making the roof an early firework show for the neighbors and the news. They were finally able to return to their house at the end of September. Their house looks beautiful. I'll have to make sure to take some pictures to show.

Now that it is October, we are busy with setting up our extravagent Halloween decor spectacle. Watch out, Jon is thinking of who to kill off this year for his cemetary. We had a blast picking out pumpkins at the pumpkin patch. Jon now wants to be a pumpkin farmer once he retires and Mollee wants to be a tractor driver when she grows up.

Two years ago...

Every now and then I thought I would do some flashback blogging and share some things we did before we started this site.

In August of 2007, Aimee and I got this great idea that we would hike to the top of Mt. Timp. We decided to take Mollee with us. (Thinking back...first bad idea). Mollee and the backpack with all Mollee's gear weighed about 30 pounds. I carried a second pack with food water and our gear. Also about 30 pounds...and off we went.

After getting a late start (bad idea number 2), we started our hike and couldn't really determine from the map where the trailhead actually started. By the time we finished arguing and got going it was already 10am, but we decided to keep going anyways. (bad idea number 3). After about 30 minutes I started to stuggle from carrying 30 pounds of water, so I stopped and started dumping some out to lighted my load. Aimee reminded me about a book we read called "Over the edge: Death in the Grand Canyon" and how people died from heat deprevation because they didn't have enought water. Needless to say, we kept going. It was fun, and after an hour we got up to this waterfall. Very nice.

Then we looked up and wondered "where the heck the trail was and how long would it take us to get up and back down?". But, we kept going. After we got somewhere between 9000 and 10000 feet (almost to the top of this picture) we ran out of water (of course) and we were sore and tired and it was about 2:30 in the afternoon. Both of us were stubborn and neither wanted to quit. But I really didn't want to be on the 5 o'clock news either, so we turned around and went back down.

Now every time I drive to work I look up at Timpanogos and think "Man, one day Aimee and I will try again...most likely without Mollee (unless its 10 years from now) and earlier in the morning and with lots of water." Its was still a lot of fun, even though we were sore for a week.

Are you my Mommy?

Since I've been pretty sick, Mollee decided that she needed to go to the store to shop for a new Mommy. She found this sporty mannequin while her and Daddy were shopping for my birthday. I think that she has pretty good taste in choosing Mommies. This one looks like she is ready to take Mollee to fun places, and after all, Mollee did choose me to be her ultimate mommy!!

Sidenote: Later this summer, Mollee and I went to Kohls where she saw more mannequin mommies with no heads. She was very concerned and I think that ended the quest for a new mommy.