Big Decisions

Stephen and I have decided that we are going to buy a car in December. I have begun my research. This might be a little overkill. Let me help you understand my decision a little bit more. My life has been riddled with car problems.

As a five-year-old I remember having a police escort to my grandmother's house. At 10 o'clock at night my parents' piece of crap vehicle's lights broke. We had been driving in pitch black when a police officer pulled us over. Serious. I remember this at five.

As a nine-year-old I remember being pulled off the side of the road with my mother and three siblings as we were at least ten miles from our home. This might not sound too tragic, BUT I grew up in Timbuktu and ten miles from Timbuktu is still the middle of nowhere. We all had to get out of the car and walk to the nearest house. It was three miles away. I just remember Mom yelling at all of us to hold hands as we ran across the interstate.

As a twenty-one-year-old I remember driving back from dropping my brother off at the MTC and having to push our van two miles on the interstate to the next gas station. We were all wearing church clothes.

These are only instances that I can recall on the cuff. As you can tell I have been traumatized. I will buy a car that runs. I will buy a car that runs.

I now know what the inside of my belly button looks like.

Weird.

Big-er

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth yesterday morning.

I ran into the counter.

I didn't expect my belly to get to the edge of the sink as quickly as it did! As I stumbled a little bit, I had to laugh. This is only going to get worse.

Stephen "isms"

On Sunday we were running out the door to make it to church early. Our church is at 8:20. Yes, I just wrote 8:20. As in the AM.

I grabbed the doorknob to the door of the garage and my fingers gripped grim. I instantly started thinking of the ways that I could have made that doorknob sticky, but couldn't think of one single thing. I asked Stephen about it on the way to church.

"Do you know how the doorknob on the garage door got sticky?"

Stephen gave me "the look" and replied, "I had syrup on my hands when I opened the door this morning..."

If you can't imagine the face he gave me, let me paint you a picture. Mind you, this is the same look he gives me every time he has done something that was NOT kosher. Wide eyed and innocent. Like it really wasn't that big of a deal that he plastered syrup all over the knob and didn't clean it up.

When relating this story to one of my friends at church, she rolled her eyes and said, "Get used to it." The woman I told this to has been married for 40+ years.

I am already raising a two-year-old. The only problem is that the two-year-old is in a grown man's body.

The best thing that ever happened to me.

The title of my blog might be slightly exaggerated.

Almost two months ago Stephen and I became computer-less. With no home connection to the Internet I felt a little lost. Ridiculous, I know, but I have been so connected that I found that I was spending WAY too much time on the Internet. Last Tuesday, our new computer came and we were again hooked up to the Internet.

I have felt a little reticent to get on the computer because of my "addiction". Since having a new computer I have turned over a new leaf. I now have rules.

Thank you dead laptop.

Deep in Thought

Two weeks ago I was laying on the table in the doctors office watching the ultrasound. I was amazed that there really was a little person growing inside of me! When the technician told us that it was a little girl, my eyes started to tear up. I was shocked! I was so sure that we were having a little boy that I hadn't even thought of a little girl.

As Stephen and I walked out of the office, I was so much more aware that we were having a baby. Knowing and seeing what was growing inside of me made it so much more real. Stephen and I are really going to be parents! I can't get over this.

Listening to General Conference this last weekend gave me a lot of comfort. Most of the topics that were brought up was on parenthood. This parent-thing scares the tar out of me, but I know that I won't be doing it on my own. I have a wonderful husband that has an amazing capacity to love. I also have a loving Heavenly Father that will help me. I can do this...WE can do this.