Food

I have always been a lover of food. I always ate more than my two brothers combined (Which explains why they are both skinnnier than me). But that's just to prove my point. However, I hate being the preparer of said food. Too much work! Okay, that's not really the reason. Cooking really isn't hard. You know what is hard?! Finding foods you want, preparing a grocery list with a weeks supply of food, going to said grocery store, and then stocking up your cupboards. If food were just available to me on a whim without planning ahead and grocery shopping I would be perfectly fine. But here's how my eating life has always worked ever since I can remember. I am going about my day (I have always been a busy body). I just keep going and going and going. I get so easily distracted with things and then I forget about everything else. I can literally tune out the world. Oh, hey, what??? You say 5 hours just went by? HOW?! And when I am researching the internet my cute husband will come ask me if I need anything and I don't say a single word because I seriously did NOT hear him at all. Hardly knew he was there. Sad life for him sometimes. So I get busy and distracted enough to not even realize I'm hungry or to at least say it's not important enough yet because I am doing something else...til booom!! That 5 hours has passed and I am STARVING. Literally laying on the couch in pain because I hurt so bad. It happens that quickly. And by then, it's too late. I can't make myself dinner. Preparation 30 mins. Oven time 30 mins to an hour. That's at least another hour before I can actually eat anything! And my body hates me now cuz i've waited entirely too long to feed it. So then what do I do? I lay and lay until finally my body has disregarded the pain (like it's preparing for a less painful death) and then I eat fast food or something quick that's not as healthy. Gross I know. (My husband just handed me a bowl full of top ramen as I type). It's a bitter cycle. One that leaves me sick and hungry on a daily basis (Pregnancy has turned it into hourly). Oh how I wish I could plan ahead for these things! It's just not in me. Some day I will figure it out.

As far as pregnancy goes, I am sick anyway, so I pretty much just start out at the painful body/can't move stage. Taylor will make me food, I eat a bite (or 2 or 3) and then set it down cuz I just can't eat anymore. I say I need something else. He looks at me, "You didn't even eat any of what I just gave you." I sit and try to explain to him that he just doesn't understand and I so desperately wish I could eat all my food. Anyway, that's probably the biggest trouble in our marriage right now (which I say is pretty dang good, lol). I just cannot wait for the day when I enjoy eating again! My goodness will it be happy :) Right now, nothing sounds good, and when it does I have no energy to make it, and then husband makes it, and I can't eat it, or I puke it down the sink (Pretty imagery huh?). I am hungry pretty much ALL the time. I feel like I have to eat every second of the day, and I am just running out of things to eat. I have no idea what to eat because I've eaten it all already! How do people eat when they are pregnant?! Sorry but saltine crackers and ginger ale just don't seem to do the trick. Bananas make me gag. Top ramen=old. Macaroni=old. Water makes me sick even when I want it! I'm starting to get sick of apple juice. Gum makes me sick (I've heard that's supposed to help). I think I will stick with rice for a while. I ate panda express the other day and it actually made me smile. People keep saying, "You need to eat light foods!" Problem is, light foods don't make me any less hungry (or less sick for that matter). I tried the whole BRATTY diet...but toast has gotten old, yogurt doesn't help the gag reflexes, I guess applesauce has been ok, but again does nothing for the appetite.


Anywho, that is all. I promise I'm not complaining. Because this is actually funnier to me than it comes out on here. I find my eating humorous, and I know it just comes with the territory of being pregnant. I think it's funny how it's escalated since being pregnant when it was already pretty lame before. Haha. I hope I made someone laugh. :) Everything is happy over here (Except the tummy).

It's baby time!

A time I have been waiting for for quite some time. It's been my life mission to be a mom. So happy it is finally coming true. The adventure started September/October of last year for us. We decided it was baby time. Month after month I would get negative after negative. I would hear other people's stories of becoming pregnant and how they "knew" and the way their body was changing, things they had done to get pregnant...all those things I swear we tried. They worked for other people, they didn't work for us. I got pretty discouraged, the climax point one month, and so I decided to let it go (I wrote a post about it on here a few months ago). I needed to stop letting other people get in my head and give me their "Thoughts and opinions" that clearly were NOT helping.

So then... we were moving and graduating and life was stressful and we still tried our luck at getting that baby baking. We moved, we unpacked, we got all ready to go in our new place, we celebrated my birthday. Good week.

I knew I was supposed to "start" come Thursday. That was just the cursed timing of it, and I felt it. I mean REALLY felt it. I knew it was going to come this month, and that it was NOT going to be fun. In fact, I thought it was going to compete for one of the worst months "Aunt Flo" had given me. My friends and I planned a Lake trip for Thursday because we all wanted to go and figured it was our last chance before everyone headed back to school. My thoughts, "I hope she waits to make her appearance until after the lake because I just want to enjoy tubing and being crazy out on the water." Well the prayer was answered and I was delighted. Meanwhile, all week I'm telling Taylor "Aren't you glad I am not pregnant this week? That would have just been one more thing to freak you out while we are moving and you are looking for a job." We would laugh and move along. I think it was just my way of coping this time around. Like it was a good thing if I didn't get pregnant.

Friday I was hanging out at my parents with Tay, mommy, and Meggy. I said, "Whelp, I am late ONCE AGAIN!" (Seriously it was just a big joke because it was kinda out of control and it seemed like every 3 months this is the course nature took). We all laughed. Then we went home. I walked in the door and I impulsively grabbed a pregnancy test just to PROVE to myself that I was NOT pregnant. I just wanted to get it done and over with and not even worry about it further. As soon as my fluids touched the stick I SAW TWO LINES!! WHAT???!!! I couldn't believe it. Double take. No there is definitely a 2nd line there. OR IS THERE?! "TAYLOR, TAYLOR COME HERE! Do you see that...or is it fake?" Him: "No I see it." Me: "Okay give me another pregnancy test."

K I always thought girls were so stupid for taking like 50 pregnancy tests cuz you never get false positives. But I did it, well only twice. Stupid me. Lol. I just needed the proof. I was SOO used to seeing negatives that it really didn't seem real.

We jumped for joy and just kept smiling and kissing. IT WAS SOO HAPPY! Prayers of gratitude. Then I called my sister and made her come over and I said Camden you're going to have a cousin. She didn't believe me. Then we moved along to figuring out how to announce to family.

We came up with this:

Excuse the crap quality of the sign. It was the best I could do without working internet. 

It was fun. :)

So then yesterday I went to my first OBGYN appointment. They surprised me with an ultrasound, which was so fun because I was totally thinking they weren't going to do it.

Everything looks good and it was comforting to know that there really was something growing inside me. The Dr. said "And I can see the heartbeat." I thought she said she couldn't see a heart beat, and for some reason I didn't freak out. That was good, but I am happy there was, in fact, a heartbeat.

Our little Dot- 8 weeks 4 days

Anywho, all and all it's really fun. I feel sick most of the time, but I haven't "Tossed cookies" yet. So that is happy.

Thanks for all the love and support!

Viva Las Vegas!

I NEVER EVER EVER thought I would live in Vegas EVER again. I was wrong. I love when I am wrong about such magnificent things. Oh the beauty.

So we are here. We've been here for almost a month! How time flies. We got all moved in and settled, but unfortunately I have yet to put any decorations up. I am not a girl when it comes to home decor. I am basically waiting for someone to come over and do it for me :) haha. JK! I will get around to it. It's just not all too important to me, that is until guests come over and then I'll be scrambling.

Anywho, life here is good. I love living right around the corner from my sissy and my nephew and niece. They are wonderful little beings and I get to see them pretty much daily. We also get to go over to my parents a lot and see them! I love family. I realize the hole that has been missing in my life the past 4 years being in Provo. Sunday's are finally not the slowest day of the week!

I am coaching the freshmen women's soccer team at Coronado High School. At first it was really scary. And sometimes I still get stressed about it, because I don't want parents thinking I am just a joke. But I also want the kids to have fun, and learn something, and win, and have fun, and be drama free. It's like my goal to be drama free! Girls are crazy. So far, nothing too outrageous has gone down.

Taylor is still in pursuit of a job. I am sure he will find one soon. The kid is dang SMART, and his work ethic is to be admired. For the time being we rely on my soccer coaching, cleaning my dad's office every week, taking care of my grandparents about once or twice a week (Which is time well spent, I LOVE it, which makes me grateful I didn't get preggers right when I wanted, because I would never have this special time with them if I had), taylor taking care of my parent's yard and pool, and other odds and ends jobs. If you have anything, let us know! Cuz we need money. Oh ya, Taylor also goes up to Idaho with his parents once a month to help them fix up a house they own there. So good job to them!

Vegas is great. It is HOTT, but that's what air conditioning is for. And everyone has a pool in their backyard. Also, we have ice and water here, so that's helpful too.

All in all, we are happy. Can't complain. Tay will find a job. But for now I am so much enjoying having him here and spending all day with him! It's a blast.