Tuesday, May 26, 2009
- I have contracted a bizarre foot rash from some chemical irritant. I know. APPEALING.
After hobbling around on itchy, bumpy feet for about a week, I went to the doctor. The doctor had no idea what it was from (though I got confirmation it probably wasn't an allergic reaction, nor was it mites or spiders in my house, thank HEAVEN) and just gave me some nasty sticky cream that is supposed to help it go away. Day one with the cream was Saturday, and that cream made my feet swell like I have never seen before! I literally had creases at the bottoms of all my toes. It is helping more now; my feet have returned to normal size, and hopefully by next weekend, I will have my old feet back. Needless to say, after a week of walking slow and using my utmost willpower to not scratch my feet, I am more grateful for good health.
- On Saturday, we went garage sale hopping again. We didn't bring home quite the stash that we did the week before, but we did get a baby bath ($1), 140 sheets of cute cardstock punch-out letters ($0.25), 50 sheets of brand new vellum paper ($0.25), and a stair stepper machine ($4). The stair stepper is great; it has 10 different settings and folds flat to go under the bed. Once my disgusting feet heal, I might use it.
- Also on Saturday, we got the chance to go to Salt Lake- I got to meet up with old roommates (can't wait to get those pictures!), and Justin got to go to a wedding reception for one of the missionaries he taught in the MTC. I had such a great time! I got so lucky to have such great roommates! What are the chances that you and all your roommates get a long great, without exception, and you all live together until you get married or move across the country? Not great. But that's what we got. You gals sure are awesome. Let's get together again soon.
- On Sunday, we had a tasty dinner of waffles, eggs, and hashbrowns. Breakfast for dinner is still one of the greatest meals ever.
- On Monday, Justin woke up at 6:30 to go fishing (I will still never understand this : ) ) and we went shopping once he got back. We purchased a dressier pair of sandals for me to wear to work this week (so my swollen, nasty feet don't have to get crammed into closed shoes), got ink for our printer (we haven't had any for almost a year now! What is wrong with us?!), and bought Justin a $3 watch. I nearly finished making a pretty sweet bridal shower invitation, which I, of course, will post pictures of later. Later that day, we got together with the Madsen's for a Memorial Day BBQ, made mini-burgers (on accident), and watched Paul Blart: Mall Cop. It was awesome.
Aaaaaannnd..... that's about it. Stay tuned, and cross your fingers some exciting stuff with pictures happens to us soon!
Monday, May 18, 2009
haha, great picture of Justin there...
Ah sweet, young love.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
What a stud!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
WE ARE HAVING A BOY!!!!!
Which means most of you who voted were wrong. Sorry.
The tech told us that he is looking very healthy-- measuring 13 oz (about a can of soda), between 9 and 11 inches long and about a week ahead of where my due date says I am. He's got a brain and a heart with four chambers, and a cute little face and everything : )
So funny fact for anyone who cares. They have to measure basically everything on the baby at this ultrasound and so they have to get the baby from all different angles. Because this is true, they have to get the baby to move around sometimes. Apparently, it is completely normal for this to be accomplished by the technician tapping rather heavy handedly and quickly on your stomach and shaking the baby up. Is that weird or what? He said that the baby couldn't hardly feel it, but that it might annoy him enough to make him move.
Anyway, I will spare you the man parts picture (even though it is tastefully labeled with three arrows pointing to the part in question-- thanks ultrasound tech!), but here are a couple pictures we got from the scan! Probably not as exciting to you as they are to us, but we think he's precious already! I will load more when I can get home and scan in color and jpegs instead of black and white and pdf...
Thursday, May 07, 2009
On the front seat.
When Justin was unreachable for 3 hours.
I would like to blame this one on pregnancy, please.
It all happened right after work. Justin had a couple of soccer games to ref starting at 5:30 and going until approximately 8:30. So I decided I would hit up Pier 49 for a personal pizza (which I, being the savvy money-saver I like to be, could get for free because I signed up for their e-mail club). Well, I got to Pier 49 and had like 6-10 minutes I had to wait before my pizza would be done, so I sat in my car clearing off stuff from my phone I didn't need anymore.
The time came, and I hit the lock, got out of the car and shut the car door. In slow motion, I saw the door shutting and my keys, glistening in the sun through the clouds on the driver's seat.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" my brain thought.
But it was too late (even in slow motion).
There they sat, laughing at me. "Haha, you pregnant, forgetful lady," they said to me. They also sat there waiting to entice any shady character to simply break my window and have free reign to my beautiful Sentra.
And I laughed too. What else could I do? I am always the one who asks Justin, "Do you have your keys?" before I'll shut my door. I am also the one who constantly encourages not speeding, and also happen to be the only one of the two of us who has gotten a ticket since being married. It is the irony of life.
So I sent Justin a text and tried calling a couple times. A long shot as he was in the middle of chasing little soccer players up and down the field. Alas, he didn't answer. So I picked up my pizza. It was done, and free, so I figured I might as well eat while I figured out what to do.
Somehow the next of my racing thoughts was to call my parents and see if they had any tips for breaking into my own car. Foiled- they were in meetings (but thanks, Lauren, for laughing with me and wishing me good luck). I tried Justin again, and when I couldn't get him, I called our recently released Relief Society President, Janell. Turns out I haven't been smart enough to enter hardly any phone numbers from the ward into my phone. Sorry Janell!
She agreed to come pick me up and bring me home. But after calling, I couldn't bring myself to actually leave my car for 2 1/2 hours waiting to get stolen (Sorry Janell!). Would that be covered by our insurance? I wasn't sure (You're right Allstate, I wasn't sure. I will probably call GEICO to double check tonight). And while Logan is a pretty safe town, it would be my luck to get my car stolen.
So I texted "locksmith, logan, ut" to 46645 ("googl") to get some phone numbers in the area. They all charged $40, except for one that was $35. The guy was already in the area, so he said he would come over.
I couldn't help but wonder where Justin was reffing. It could have been almost anywhere in the valley, and the sad thing is, I had looked at his schedule with him just last night! But I couldn't remember where on earth he was. And despite me calling and calling and calling trying to catch him during halftime, I couldn't find out. If only I had a blackberry, I kept thinking. I could check his e-mail and find out where he was! Oh blackberry!
That's when Janell showed up. She could see some soccer games going on right behind Maceys and that was somewhere Justin had reffed before, so we went to check it out. We were not lucky. While we were there, we realized we probably should have been calling someone who had the internet who could hack Justin's e-mail account and find out where he was. Thank heaven I trust my brother. But alas, Jared couldn't find the e-mail that said where Justin was, and while I was on the phone with him, the locksmith called to say he was at my car.
So Janell and I got back to the car where the locksmith took approximately 20 seconds to use a wire hanger (basically) to open my passenger door. And just like that, I was in. And out $35.
So here's what I learned. I am pretty much an idiot. There are two things that could have helped me a lot this evening.
1- a fully charged cell phone. I thought about whether or not I should charge my phone last night. I thought about whether or not I should charge my phone during lunch today. But both times I thought to myself, "Erin, your phone will be fine. You hardly use it anyway while you're at work. It will definitely make it till you get home tonight." Well, friends, I should have listened to that little voice. That phone died when I was driving home. I hardly had enough juice to make the calls I did.
2- a sweater. It started getting chilly when I was waiting outside and on my way home (after getting into the car) it even started sprinkling. I probably would have at least had the option of waiting for 2 hours by the car if I had had a sweater. But short sleeves and capris just weren't going to hack it for me. And how many times did I see my sweater by the door today and think, "I should take that with me." No less than like 4. Again, I should be listening to that little voice.
All in all, I learned that I better listen when God tries to watch out for me and protect me from my own forgetfulness.
Tonight's cheese and black olive 6" pizza was the most expensive pizza I ever bought. I should have at least gotten more toppings.
Hopefully I can make it another 6 years before I do that again.
Yesterday morning, as with most mornings my entire life, my fingers were a little swollen. They always are in the morning. However lately, I have been blessedly retaining a little water in my fingers and feet, which makes my fingers a little more swollen than usual during the whole day. This is uaully not a cause for concern, but yesterday, the water retention and morning puffiness combined against me.
I could NOT get my wedding ring off to put gel in my hair.
I also wear another ring that I got from my parents for my high school graduation, and it came of just fine, but my wedding ring has a much thicker band, and it was really stuck. Not knowing when/if my fingers would get less puffy, I got nervous thinking my ring might be stuck there forever and determined I would have to get it off right then, just in case.
I ran my hand under cold water. I greased my finger up with lotion like it was a stuck pig. I twisted the ring. I did everything I could think of.
Eventually, after much pain, my ring did come off. I tried to put it on my other ring finger (foolishly), and it went on, but then I had the same problem getting it off again (it eventually came off that finger too, after only hardly less pain).
This was devastating to me. I just kept thinking, "I am only halfway done! I have 20 more weeks to go and I already can't wear my wedding ring?" and Justin kept trying to reason with me saying, "It's ok, you can wear it on your pinky, or we'll put it on a necklace chain or something..." All of which were NOT comforting to my pregnancy hormones at the time (though looking back, I realize now that it's not nearly as big of a deal as I was making it out to be, and I'm not an overly porky pregnant lady, and this happens to a LOT of people and I was little off the handle).
So I wore my finger on my pinky all day yesterday (attempting, unsuccessfully, on various occasions to put it back on it's appropriate finger even after all my other fingers went back to a semi-normal, un-puffy state). And there the ring remains today because in my panic yesterday, this is what I managed to do to myself.
Yessiree, I managed to wrench at my ring so much that the dull, flat edge of the ring cut my ring finger. I now have a rather sore and swollen (from the cut this time) finger on which I probably will not be able to fit my ring at least until the cut heals. So pinky finger it is (where I have to watch it every second to make sure it doesn't fall off). Pregnancy has many joys.
But really, it does. It really hasn't been bad, and I let the little things get the best of me in the moment. Today I honestly feel like a kid on Christmas Eve. I can not wait for our ultrasound tomorrow morning! I think I will go to bed early so morning comes faster even. Childish, yes. But the thought of knowing if I'm going to have a son or a daughter first is really overwhelmingly exciting. Make sure you cast your votes tonight (poll closes tomorrow morning at 8am when our ultrasound starts). The winning gender will be posted tomorrow before lunch!
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
Also, I am preg.nant.
Monday, May 04, 2009
On Friday, at 8am, we get to find out (hopefully) if we are having a boy or a girl! This is obviously a cause for great excitement, especially for me!
I have at times felt like I was having a girl, and most recently, felt like we'll be having a boy, but let's be honest, those "feelings" are based on basically nothing. I just want to know so I can start buying stuff on sale when I see it!
This Saturday, I will be 20 weeks along (half way done! Weird!), so they should be able to give us a pretty accurate guess of what the gender is. In honor of this momentous occasion, I have put, for the first time ever, a poll on this blog. Right there, in the upper left hand corner. Come on, you know you want to. Those who guess right can have the satisfaction of knowing they are pretty accurate at guessing unborn baby genders, which could come in handy when you are trying to guess your own unborn baby's gender.