I Love Fridays

I love Fridays. 

I don't know why, but Friday's will always be a favorite.. Even when I don't have a job or school or anything that makes the weekends seem more fun. 

Weekends are just fantastic. 

I guess it also doesn't help that today we make the trek to California to see all these wonderful people... 

Along with the wonderful Brantingham Clan.

From this time of the year and on, I just can't ever get enough of it. 

I love Thanksgiving.. I love Christmas.. I love family.. 

I love Fridays. 

This Has to Mean I am Feeling Better

This is what happens when you are sick for a couple weeks... 

This picture probably doesn't do the pile justice.. So trust me, its gigantic. 

I would also show the before picture of my kitchen, but we do not need my Mother worrying about every Martha Stewart thing she taught me. 

Trust me on that one too.. it's beautiful now. 

I really didn't want to lose any readers in this sickness process, but I figured neglect was better than a daily update on my healing process. 

Blogging is certainly a place for giving details about your life, but there has to be a line at some point. 

Good news is...

My Doctor finally put me on some Antibiotics, and I have been given the OK to use Tylenol PM for the rest of this pregnancy (phew.. its my favorite)... So hopefully this will knock this out of me for good. 

I don't want to be hacking on the Turkey on Turkey Day. 

I've had an interested couple of days this past week. 

It is funny how the older I get, the more I read into little things that are happening around me. 

I don't know if it's the fact that the older I get, the more speculative I become.. Or if it is truly me learning things about the world around me.. 

Or maybe I am just too emotional for my own good and just read into things too much..

Regardless, I think the Lord is out to teach me another lesson as I start this next chapter of my life. 

I haven't yet pinpointed what that might be, but today I have grown just a little bit further ahead from yesterday.. 

And it is all thanks to the wonderful random conversations I have had with women today. 

I truly love the women in my ward. 

They make this calling so fulfilling.. 

And they teach me things daily.

Like how I should constantly have a clean house, and always get in something besides pajamas when you plan on staying home because you never know who might be knocking at your door!

So I think I'll go fold that laundry now just in case... 

This has to mean I am feeling better. 

I Hope We Have Reached Our Quota

This little guy is going to be a joy, I just know it. 

But right now, it just seems like every time I turn around there is something wrong with my health. 

It's almost like he is taking over my body and he isn't even here yet.

From the first doctor's appointment, it just seems like there is always some "pre-caution" needing to be taken. 

I have always had weird health, but it's almost gotten comical with this pregnancy. 

The latest?

I'm always sick at this time of year. 

Same with poor Robert. 

It started with just some stuffiness, the common cold, the sensitive eyes that normally come with all that.. 

But then it was the lack of sleep, the incredible aches that wouldn't go away.. 

One night I literally slept from 5:30-6:45 am.. 

I tried the bath thing, the shower thing, yoga breathing thing.. Nothing was working. 

I literally could not sleep. 

Every time I laid down, it felt like the baby was in my throat, making breathing extremely hard. 

Then of course a slight panic attack would follow, just because all I could think about was my lack of breath. 

How can you close your eyes when you can barely breath?

Probably the worst night of my life so far. 

And that's not a joke. 

I went to the doctor that next day because it was just the straw that broke the camels back. 

There was no way that I would allow myself to have another night like that, and there was something wrong.. I just knew it. 

He listened to my breathing, told me to get some Tylenol PM (best thing ever), suggested some over the counter medicine for the coughing and stuffiness.. 

And then handed me a paper telling me when I needed to show up at the hospital for my heart exam. 

I have never had heart problems, but of course, this is just another one of the "pre-cautions"..

And as much as I love precautions, I am sort of getting sick of them. 

They just make so that you wonder if its a precaution you should be worried about, or one that you should just not think about, but you can't stop thinking about them just because they are usually serious things... 

Precaution is a terrible word. 

Especially when paired with heart murmur. 

So yes, I love this baby more than life itself and I don't even know him yet.. 

But this pregnancy is making for quite the adventure to get him here. 

It's almost like this terrible guessing game every time I go to the Doctor... 

What will it be this time?

I even get slightly panicked every time I see their number come up on my phone. 

So please start crossing your fingers for us because I still have 3 months to go.. 

And 3 months could be a terribly long time if anything else goes wrong. 

I honestly hope we have reached our quota. 

Not Fun

Sorry people, but there will be no pictures with this post today. 

I have had sickness knocking at my door, just waiting to come in.. And it seems that last night it finally found an open crack! 

I tried to make it through work today, came home on my lunch.. and just couldn't get back up. 

Sickness & pregnancy just do not mix well. 

It's my head, my throat, my exhaustion.. 

This is certainly not fun.

It Never Seems To Leave

It's registration time.. 

I cannot even believe it is already that time again. 

So we have been immersed in making sure Rob has all his classes.

And that not only does he have them all, but that everything is going like it should for graduation.

Only two more semesters. 

Of course, we have caught some problems... We have been fixing these problems..

We have had to turn in forms, call various places.. and do the follow-up as well so they have no choice but to remember us... 

And gosh.. will this degree of his give me a nasty ulcer by the time we are through.

I should be allowed to walk with him when the time comes.

In fact, I should really demand that I get a cap and gown too for all the effort that has to be put into just the particulars and organization and making sure the transcript office is on their toes.. 

So no, I have not had time to really blog about anything important because I am too busy worrying about our future.. 

But on my drives to and from picking him up.. I am really missing these trees.. 

It's only been like a week since I have seen them, but once winter hits... It hits fast.

And it never seems to leave.