I'd say I'm looking a bit more pregnant.  A friend of ours needed models for a shoot for her photography class, and there was ice cream, so we showed up.  I thought they turned out so fun.


The Flashlight Game

Is it bad that I already enjoy pestering my child? Jon has a very bright small LED flashlight that was sitting on the counter last night and I had read that babies in the womb are completely able to see light...so I decided to see what would happen if I shined it directly into my belly. She had already been very active all day yesterday, so I figured if there was a day that she would respond, yesterday would be it and she did. She quite swiftly moved to the other side of my belly. So I moved the flashlight over there-so she pushed off and took off to the other side. We continued to play chase for a bit, all the while Jon hollering something about me blinding our child, and then I think I really started to bug her so she with one very powerful kick revved up and kicked the flashlight right off my belly. I figured she had probably had enough, and with all the quick movement, I spent the night with an interesting stomach ache. I don't think my internal organs were meant to be juggled around quite so much or so swiftly...



So I'm looking for some input about this. I'm nearly postitive that I am going to get an epidural. However, I wonder if preparing as if I am planning on going natural would also be a good idea. Really, I just want to walk into Labor open minded, because really, I have no idea what it will be like, or how bad it really is going to be. If it's bad at all. Or it could be worse than I ever imagined. Working at a Maternity store has helped and made a lot of this fear worse. Most of the first time moms are scared to death and excited. It's the 3rd and 4th time moms that freak me out. When I ask them if it's a peice of cake by this time, they usually explain that they are just as scared if not more scared than before. It's the look in their eyes that's unsettling. Like statistically they survived the first 3 or 4, but this is going to be the one that kills them. Terrifying. My other concern-if I do all of the preparation (read all the literature, take the classes, etc) to go natural, I am afraid it will be a let down when I decide I want an epidural. Just what I have started reading so far is very brainwashing-that you ARE a let down if you use pain meds. How does one prepare for a marathon that technically they can bail out of, or at least not feel half way through? Because I really feel a need to prep for the marathon...



We had a very busy Easter weekend.  Jon drove the bus for the first time (woo-hoo!!) and almost took it to a big show out in Hurricane.  Unfortunately, he may have some transmission problems-we'll see, so he decided not to drive it that far.  It is, however, parked downstairs for the first time with tires and an engine and everything.  The bus has never parked itself anywhere, it has only been dragged, towed, or hand-carted to the places it has parked, so this is very exciting!  I am getting bigger, and I bought my first maternity dress for easter.  Perhaps pictures will follow-they haven't happened yet.  Jon actually asked me if I was just being lazy and relaxing my stomach and that's why it is so big.  I explained it was not laziness, but his child causing the stomach swelling...he's still not so sure about that.  Paisley is very, very active and taking on a personality.  If I have anything resting on my belly she makes sure to investigate via pushing and kicking whatever it is and she didn't mind at all that I had a bladder infection, she went right on kicking and pushing on it regardless.  Jon, Alison and I participated in a music number on Sunday.  Sarah Schulz was kind enough to help hold the pages while I played, and we performed a very carefully choreographed dance of play piano, catch pages, turn pages, and not laugh too much in sacrament while up on the stand.  It was funny.  I was so relieved to be playing the song one last time-I'm rusty and it's really hard for me to grasp how bad I've gotten.  Alison and Jon sounded amazing.  They always do.  They received many compliments on the number.  After church we headed over to Jake and Rachel's for Easter ham.  It was good.  And then Jon and I went home and dyed easter eggs.  Well, Jon napped, I dyed easter eggs.  He's very, very, very excited at the idea of this semester being over, and really, I can't wait until it is too.  I miss my well-slept happy husband.  Hope you enjoyed the update, I'm sure there will be more soon...


5 gifts

The first five people to respond to this post will get something from me! My choice. For you. Handmade.This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done within a year.
4- You have no clue what it's going to be.
5-I have to know you so that I can customize the gift!

The catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they want to receive a homemade gift from me will indeed receive one. Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!!!


So I have to tell a story about this picture.  I found it on my friend from high school, Stevie's facebook and I couldn't believe it.  This is Jon and I back before we were even dating and were just starting to get to know each other.  We're both so tan and skinny!  Anyway, she had throw a party for a bunch of our high school friends and invited him because he was in our institute class and I felt bad for the kid because he didn't really know anyone.  I remember he spent a lot of time on the deck cooking hot dogs.  I was still having a hard time getting over the fact that his name was Jon, short for Jonathan and I had already planned on moving back to St George after a short summer in IF so I certainly wasn't looking for a relationship at the time.  But here we are now!  I just can't get over this picture.  The thing he says he remembers most from that night is me pulling away in my dads pick-up, he thought it was a suburban and was a bit confused as to why I was driving it.  I remember his little vw fox....awww.  We were so cute then..