random musings

Musing #1: Deke is a saint. Seriously. I've never really been the emotional type of gal before. In fact, that type of chica drives me absolutely INSANE. She's up one minute and then having an emotional breakdown the next. Drama, drama, drama. Yikes. No thanks. I think I'll pass. However, with this whole being pregnant stint it's like I've turned into your 15 year old, raging hormonal PMS-ing teen who's just been told their grounded until their 136 and 1/2 years old. It's like all sense of reason has flown out the window and at any given moment the world could end because the wrinkle in the bedspread is just too wrinkly!!

Ok, so maybe it's not quite that bad, but still, unfortunately Deke often finds himself victim to these {un}minor outbursts. For instance, earlier this week I asked the poor guy if he could run to the store and grab a few things (which I had so lovingly detailed for him in a typed list). One of these things happened to be 1 lb of hamburger which I needed in order to make dinner that night. Well, what do you know, when he came back the hamburger was no where to be found. Instead, he decided to buy 1 lb of ground BUFFALO meat. BUFFALO. Because "it was the healthier choice, love..." I lost it. Seriously. I turned into a tantrum throwing 5 year old because I just couldn't handle the idea of the greenish brown stuff in the package adorning my sloppy joe. He thought he was being so helpful and health conscious and instead I broadside him with a meltdown fit for the Queen of Sheba. It was embarrassingly pathetic. Like I said, Deke's a saint. Pray for him.

Musing #2:It hurts to lose a good friend. Err...pair of shoes. Last week, for the sake of saving space I had to throw out the most dependable pair of shoes I've ever owned. Never mind the fact I haven't worn them in almost 2 years. These suckers pranced me through 1 month of Europe and 4 months of walking to work every day in Hawaii during rainy season. They've kissed the likes of the Coliseum, Red Square, Edinburgh's Royal Mile, and Sunset Beach. My tennis shoes didn't even hold a candle to them when it came to comfort or durability. Yes my friends, it was a sad, sad day. RIP.

Exhibit A at the time of death (um, yes, I think it was time they bit the dust):


Musing #3: Our daughter-to-be has no hope in the height department. At our 30 week ultrasound her femur measured more than 3 weeks shorter than the average 30 week old fetus. Although I'm not sure what I was expecting with having myself as her mother. No worries though, the rest of her measurements were either just about average or very slightly smaller. Wahoo! And the best part is, our doctor even thought he saw a small trace of hair. She may not be bald after all!

Musing #4: The belly's still growing!

28 Weeks:


Taken today at 31 Weeks:


Musing #5: Refraining from giggling during the breathing exercises in our childbirth class has proved to be quite the task. This experience deserves a post entirely of its' own.

Musing #6: I've actually really, really enjoyed the cooler, rainier June we've had this year. Or maybe it's my checking account that's enjoyed it. We used our a/c for this first time this year yesterday. As in June 25th. Since when does that happen during a Utah summer? Almost 2 1/2 months of neither the heat or a/c in use - Now that's something worth celebrating!

Musing #7: I think I'm out of musings for the time being.... Have a fabulous weekend!