So I had my 38 week check-up with my midwife yesterday. They offered to check my for dilation, I didn't think anything had happened, but Brad was curious, so I said, "Sure, go ahead."
I was already dilated to 4 cm! Now this surprised me, cuz I 've been thinking-- where are those Braxton-Hicks contractions people are complaining about by this time? I'm feeling great, no signs of going into labor. Why do people complain so much... this really isn't bad at all! Just earlier that day, someone told me I couldn't be 38 weeks pregnant because I seemed to happy and comfortable. apparently I couldn't be 2 weeks from my due date because I wasn't miserable, at least according to nearly everyone I've talked to lately.
Well, I'm feeling good. Last night was the first time I felt remotely sick-- I actually threw up everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, I had eaten that day in the bath tub while brushing my teeth. Never had morning sickness, but wow. And a few more unpleasant signs that I might go into labor soon, but I'm sure no one wants to know about that.
I think I've finally started getting a dull back ache that I've been warned of, adn I've been trying really hard to pay attention to my body to notice if I'm having contractions-- turns out I am, but I must have a high tolerance for what people could call pain. This isn't painful, it's just some light pressure and tightening.
So baby Naomi, mommy and daddy have started to actually believe that you might come soon. I've started writing the birth plan, and today I plan on finally packing that hospital bag. MAybe even get your carseat put in the car. After I do the laundry, of course. And vacuum out the car. And organize the still unpacked boxes. And do a number of other things. We love you, Naomi, and are very excited to meet you in the coming weeks... maybe days.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Family Miracles
This has been a rather busy weekend. Last weekend we got the sad news that Brad's uncle Mike passed away after a 21 month battle with leukemia. We just left the temple after doing sealings as we got the call from Brad's mom. The entire time in the temple, I was thinking to myself how great a blessing it is that my family is sealed together for eternity. I contemplated when I was sealed to my parents, and when Brad and I were married, and about how little Naomi and all her future siblings will be tied to us for eternity.
While at Uncle Mike's funeral, my thoughts turned back to my great grandma's funeral. I can't say that there was a big difference in how things were organized, but the difference I noticed was very spiritual. I remember much crying, sadness, grief, and even depression at my grandma's funeral. I remember people saying that they think she's in heaven and hope to see her again someday. She passed away after a long battle with cancer also; I think she was in her mid-70s or so in age. She led a full life and was loved by her family. We knew she was going to pass, but it didn't stop the overwhelming pain of her loss.
I felt something different at Uncle Mike's funeral-- and I don't know if it was just because it was Brad's family instead of my own, but amidst all the grief, there was still something ... happy?... in the feelings that were expressed. They were strengthened through the comfort of angels and family and friends. There were many tears, but there were still smiles that shined through. Uncle Mike was in his mid-50's (I think), and still had a young family. Uncle Mike's family had a knowledge and strong faith that their husband/father/brother was still with them. Even though death had taken him from his life on earth, they KNEW that he was still tied to them in a way that was stronger than death. He is missed, but not gone. Our Father in Heaven gave us families, and he gave us a way to stay tied to them. The Atonement of Christ, His Son, has made it possible for each of us to conquer death, return to our families, and live with God again.
I also thought about the days leading up to my grandma's and uncle mike's death. Before my grandma passed, I felt this positive energy. I kept thinking that it was because God had a miracle planned for her; that she would be healed despite all the doctor's opinions that she would be gone soon. I've heard from Uncle Mike's family that they felt the same thing as they received news that his lungs were dying and he didn't have much time. I suddenly realized something that I had been asking myself since my grandma died. I had been asking-- was my faith not strong enough to save her? give her the miracle that I knew Heavenly Father had waiting? Was I just crazy, fooling myself into thinking I felt comfort and positive energy at the close of my grandma's life???
no.
I finally realized, after a few years of growing up and looking at the same experience from a different angle, that the positive energy and hope that I felt was real. I wasn't crazy, and neither was uncle mike's family. That positive energy and hope was just the Lord's angels telling us that even though our loved one was leaving, that it would be okay. It was the Lord's plan all along, and He was there to comfort us each in our time of need. the good feelings were not a promise of the miracle of healing, but it was the miracle of being able to feel the Spirit of the Lord and have the comfort of His angels. The miracle of being able to communicate with our Father in Heaven, and to know His will, and to know that He loves us.
I know God loves me. And I know He loves my family, and Brad's family, and uncle Mike's family, and everyone. I know He wants us to be happy and He has a plan in place to make that happen. It doesn't mean that we won't feel grief and sadness in our lives, but we can survive it. We can live and grow and become better if we follow His plan. It's a miracle. In the midst of the sadness after uncle mike's passing and reliving the memories of my grandma's passing, I still feel hope and happiness. I share these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
While at Uncle Mike's funeral, my thoughts turned back to my great grandma's funeral. I can't say that there was a big difference in how things were organized, but the difference I noticed was very spiritual. I remember much crying, sadness, grief, and even depression at my grandma's funeral. I remember people saying that they think she's in heaven and hope to see her again someday. She passed away after a long battle with cancer also; I think she was in her mid-70s or so in age. She led a full life and was loved by her family. We knew she was going to pass, but it didn't stop the overwhelming pain of her loss.
I felt something different at Uncle Mike's funeral-- and I don't know if it was just because it was Brad's family instead of my own, but amidst all the grief, there was still something ... happy?... in the feelings that were expressed. They were strengthened through the comfort of angels and family and friends. There were many tears, but there were still smiles that shined through. Uncle Mike was in his mid-50's (I think), and still had a young family. Uncle Mike's family had a knowledge and strong faith that their husband/father/brother was still with them. Even though death had taken him from his life on earth, they KNEW that he was still tied to them in a way that was stronger than death. He is missed, but not gone. Our Father in Heaven gave us families, and he gave us a way to stay tied to them. The Atonement of Christ, His Son, has made it possible for each of us to conquer death, return to our families, and live with God again.
I also thought about the days leading up to my grandma's and uncle mike's death. Before my grandma passed, I felt this positive energy. I kept thinking that it was because God had a miracle planned for her; that she would be healed despite all the doctor's opinions that she would be gone soon. I've heard from Uncle Mike's family that they felt the same thing as they received news that his lungs were dying and he didn't have much time. I suddenly realized something that I had been asking myself since my grandma died. I had been asking-- was my faith not strong enough to save her? give her the miracle that I knew Heavenly Father had waiting? Was I just crazy, fooling myself into thinking I felt comfort and positive energy at the close of my grandma's life???
no.
I finally realized, after a few years of growing up and looking at the same experience from a different angle, that the positive energy and hope that I felt was real. I wasn't crazy, and neither was uncle mike's family. That positive energy and hope was just the Lord's angels telling us that even though our loved one was leaving, that it would be okay. It was the Lord's plan all along, and He was there to comfort us each in our time of need. the good feelings were not a promise of the miracle of healing, but it was the miracle of being able to feel the Spirit of the Lord and have the comfort of His angels. The miracle of being able to communicate with our Father in Heaven, and to know His will, and to know that He loves us.
I know God loves me. And I know He loves my family, and Brad's family, and uncle Mike's family, and everyone. I know He wants us to be happy and He has a plan in place to make that happen. It doesn't mean that we won't feel grief and sadness in our lives, but we can survive it. We can live and grow and become better if we follow His plan. It's a miracle. In the midst of the sadness after uncle mike's passing and reliving the memories of my grandma's passing, I still feel hope and happiness. I share these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.
Monday, February 8, 2010
It's Just a Little Cold
It's just a little cold. no biggie, right?
Last week, starting about Tuesday night, I started feeling just a bit under the weather. Nothing serious that a good night's sleep couldn't fix. But I'm student teaching and hopelessly devoted to being the best student teacher i can be-- so I stayed up late working on lesson plans.
Wednesday came. I began a bad cough, so Brad insisted I go to the doctor. Dr says it's just a minor respiratory virus that kids have been getting but that adults can usually shake off pretty easy. I may just feel yucky a little while because I'm pregnant, and have asthma, and Utah has the worst air quality in the country. I was home by 3pm when Brad practically had to force me to eat lunch, then fell asleep until 8pm. I even skipped Brad's last hockey game of the season! I was back asleep by 10:30pm. All lesson planning was thrown out the window and I picked some movies for the kids to watch at school the next day. I at least put thought into what movies I would show; none of that watching Aladin in US Gov!
Thursday came with a vengence. I was coughing and exhausted, but went to school anyway because it was a short day and I figured I could make it till 12:30pm. US Gov watched "A More Perfect Union," Psychology watched "A Beautiful Mind," and my revolutions class started reading "The Communist Manifesto." After getting home, I promptly fell asleep until 8-ish. I woke up with some energy, so I spent an hour washing dishes that I had neglected the past couple of days, then collapsed on the floor of the kitchen in tears, realizing that I hadn't eaten since 8:30am. I was starving my poor, unborn baby. I am a horrible mother to a child that isn't even born yet! Gotta love those pregnancy hormones! And I couldn't even think of something I wanted to eat or had the energy to cook. Brad got home from class about 10:45pm, found his emotionally wrecked wife, and took me out to get hamburgers. I promptly collapsed into bed by 12:30am.
Friday morning, I woke up miserable, coughing, tired, and having difficulty breathing. But I still got ready for school. When I woke up Brad to take me to class, he refused to let me go. Instead, he calls the school director and my mentor teacher and tells them I'm too sick to go in. He agrees to take in the movies, but I have to stay home. I fight about it until the last second, insisting I could still go and just show movies like I did Thursday, but that ends when I have an asthma attack, start coughing uncontrollably, and can't breath. I go back to bed and wake up at 10-ish; Brad called his aunt June and she calls in a bunch of prescriptions for me-- a new inhaler, an asthma controller, cough syrup, and a short round of antibiotics (just in case); and Brad drives to Park City to borrow a humidifier from her to help me breath easier. While he's gone, I go back to sleep on the couch-- dozing in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day while watching "The 10th Kingdom."
Saturday and Sunday was much the same thing-- lots of sleep, except Sunday I stayed up til 12:30am because I realized that I have classes again in the morning and haven't planned ANYTHING! This Monday morning, I wake up after a horrible night's sleep and again, can't stop coughing. But I somehow convince Brad that my coughing isn't as bad as last week and I can do it. He drives me to school, but insists that he walk me inside-- I still can't stop coughing and I'm about to fall asleep while walking up the stairs to my classes. My mentor and the school director tell me to leave my lesson plans with them and they'll find someone to cover my classes for the day. When I get back home, I sleep from 9am-2pm. Brad makes me lunch, and now I'm sitting here, still coughing, planning more lessons and hoping I can get back to teaching tomorrow.
Parent-teacher conferences are this week-- gotta get ready! Just a little cold can be a big deal.
Last week, starting about Tuesday night, I started feeling just a bit under the weather. Nothing serious that a good night's sleep couldn't fix. But I'm student teaching and hopelessly devoted to being the best student teacher i can be-- so I stayed up late working on lesson plans.
Wednesday came. I began a bad cough, so Brad insisted I go to the doctor. Dr says it's just a minor respiratory virus that kids have been getting but that adults can usually shake off pretty easy. I may just feel yucky a little while because I'm pregnant, and have asthma, and Utah has the worst air quality in the country. I was home by 3pm when Brad practically had to force me to eat lunch, then fell asleep until 8pm. I even skipped Brad's last hockey game of the season! I was back asleep by 10:30pm. All lesson planning was thrown out the window and I picked some movies for the kids to watch at school the next day. I at least put thought into what movies I would show; none of that watching Aladin in US Gov!
Thursday came with a vengence. I was coughing and exhausted, but went to school anyway because it was a short day and I figured I could make it till 12:30pm. US Gov watched "A More Perfect Union," Psychology watched "A Beautiful Mind," and my revolutions class started reading "The Communist Manifesto." After getting home, I promptly fell asleep until 8-ish. I woke up with some energy, so I spent an hour washing dishes that I had neglected the past couple of days, then collapsed on the floor of the kitchen in tears, realizing that I hadn't eaten since 8:30am. I was starving my poor, unborn baby. I am a horrible mother to a child that isn't even born yet! Gotta love those pregnancy hormones! And I couldn't even think of something I wanted to eat or had the energy to cook. Brad got home from class about 10:45pm, found his emotionally wrecked wife, and took me out to get hamburgers. I promptly collapsed into bed by 12:30am.
Friday morning, I woke up miserable, coughing, tired, and having difficulty breathing. But I still got ready for school. When I woke up Brad to take me to class, he refused to let me go. Instead, he calls the school director and my mentor teacher and tells them I'm too sick to go in. He agrees to take in the movies, but I have to stay home. I fight about it until the last second, insisting I could still go and just show movies like I did Thursday, but that ends when I have an asthma attack, start coughing uncontrollably, and can't breath. I go back to bed and wake up at 10-ish; Brad called his aunt June and she calls in a bunch of prescriptions for me-- a new inhaler, an asthma controller, cough syrup, and a short round of antibiotics (just in case); and Brad drives to Park City to borrow a humidifier from her to help me breath easier. While he's gone, I go back to sleep on the couch-- dozing in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day while watching "The 10th Kingdom."
Saturday and Sunday was much the same thing-- lots of sleep, except Sunday I stayed up til 12:30am because I realized that I have classes again in the morning and haven't planned ANYTHING! This Monday morning, I wake up after a horrible night's sleep and again, can't stop coughing. But I somehow convince Brad that my coughing isn't as bad as last week and I can do it. He drives me to school, but insists that he walk me inside-- I still can't stop coughing and I'm about to fall asleep while walking up the stairs to my classes. My mentor and the school director tell me to leave my lesson plans with them and they'll find someone to cover my classes for the day. When I get back home, I sleep from 9am-2pm. Brad makes me lunch, and now I'm sitting here, still coughing, planning more lessons and hoping I can get back to teaching tomorrow.
Parent-teacher conferences are this week-- gotta get ready! Just a little cold can be a big deal.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
On Teaching and Being Preggers
So, I'm fully in the midst of student teaching, and beginning my third trimester of being pregnant. What a roller coaster I am on! Those in the teaching world have called my situation "baptism by fire"-- I started teaching my very own classes on day 1 of student teaching. Somethings have gone really well-- somethings that I thought would be problems aren't which makes me really happy. But on the flip side, there are things happening that I never would have imagined.
I stay up till midnight planning and wake up at 5:30am to do some more planning before classes start at 8:30am. I have 1st period US Government, 2nd period Financial Literacy (co-taught with my mentor teacher), 3rd period US Government, 4th period Psychology, 5th period revolutions through History, and prep period during 6th and 7th (for now anyway. I'll prolly be teaching another section of US gov next term). It's a full day. And being pregnant complicates matters-- like the fact that I need to eat small snacks throughout the day, but don't have time. Yesterday, I didn't bring any extra snacks other than my lunch-- and after school I had a student teacher meeting. No extra food, no time to pick something up, and no refreshments at the meeting. Needless to say, I was terribly nauseous by 5pm and the meeting didn't get out till close to 6pm. Driving home, I almost passed out, but luckily a friend called me and kept me conscious for the drive home until I could grab the quickest and easiest thing to eat. After picking up my dear husband from class at 8:15pm, I went home and quickly fell asleep. I didn't get any planning done for my classes the next day, so I woke up at 5am to prep for all of my classes.
NOTE: planning 3 lessons in 3 hours for 3 different classes is a recipe for disaster. Luckily, my BYU professor came to visit me yesterday so I didn't need to be on my best for her review-- but still, my kids deserve better. This weekend is all about planning the best lessons ever. For my kids, and also for my Teacher Work Sample.
I have also started knocking things over with my ever expanding baby belly. Wish me luck!
I stay up till midnight planning and wake up at 5:30am to do some more planning before classes start at 8:30am. I have 1st period US Government, 2nd period Financial Literacy (co-taught with my mentor teacher), 3rd period US Government, 4th period Psychology, 5th period revolutions through History, and prep period during 6th and 7th (for now anyway. I'll prolly be teaching another section of US gov next term). It's a full day. And being pregnant complicates matters-- like the fact that I need to eat small snacks throughout the day, but don't have time. Yesterday, I didn't bring any extra snacks other than my lunch-- and after school I had a student teacher meeting. No extra food, no time to pick something up, and no refreshments at the meeting. Needless to say, I was terribly nauseous by 5pm and the meeting didn't get out till close to 6pm. Driving home, I almost passed out, but luckily a friend called me and kept me conscious for the drive home until I could grab the quickest and easiest thing to eat. After picking up my dear husband from class at 8:15pm, I went home and quickly fell asleep. I didn't get any planning done for my classes the next day, so I woke up at 5am to prep for all of my classes.
NOTE: planning 3 lessons in 3 hours for 3 different classes is a recipe for disaster. Luckily, my BYU professor came to visit me yesterday so I didn't need to be on my best for her review-- but still, my kids deserve better. This weekend is all about planning the best lessons ever. For my kids, and also for my Teacher Work Sample.
I have also started knocking things over with my ever expanding baby belly. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
"I Like to Move It, Move It!"
The beloved song of king Julian from Madagascar is now baby Neeley's theme song. I had my 16 weeks appointment on Monday and the nurse couldn't find baby's heartbeat because baby was moving too much and hiding. BUT-- we could hear non-stop baby kicking noises...
Our little baby likes to move it, movie it!
Our little baby likes to move it, movie it!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Our Healthy and Busy Baby
This weekend was pretty stressful for me. Brad and I had a terrifying scares this weekend about baby, so we had an appointment on monday to make sure everything was ok. They checked for the heartbeat and the midwife found it no problem! it was beating at 150 bpm (alot slower than the last couple times... 179, 170, 165) and we could even hear him/her kicking away and having fun doing whatever babies do in the womb. But my midwife sent me to get an ultrasound just to make sure eveything was ok.
Baby is doing fantastic and our fears were for naught. Guess brad and I are just super-worried first time parents. Baby measured in at an even 50th%ile for his/her age really likes to move. Since I was 15 weeks, I asked the ultrasu0nd tech if they could tell if it was a boy or girl yet and they said they could try to check, but usually they can't tell until at least 17 weeks. Baby finally stopped moving long enough for them to get a clear image, but he or she was bashful and had his/her legs crossed. We moved it around a bit, and then we get a nice big baby foot where baby seemed to be kicking the ultrasound telling it to, "go away! stop trying to look at me while I'm not decent!."
Result: the two ultrsound techs couldn't tell, so we're gonna have to be patient and wait a few more weeks before we know if baby is a he or she. what's you're vote?
Baby is doing fantastic and our fears were for naught. Guess brad and I are just super-worried first time parents. Baby measured in at an even 50th%ile for his/her age really likes to move. Since I was 15 weeks, I asked the ultrasu0nd tech if they could tell if it was a boy or girl yet and they said they could try to check, but usually they can't tell until at least 17 weeks. Baby finally stopped moving long enough for them to get a clear image, but he or she was bashful and had his/her legs crossed. We moved it around a bit, and then we get a nice big baby foot where baby seemed to be kicking the ultrasound telling it to, "go away! stop trying to look at me while I'm not decent!."
Result: the two ultrsound techs couldn't tell, so we're gonna have to be patient and wait a few more weeks before we know if baby is a he or she. what's you're vote?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thump...Thump...Thump
We got to hear little Baby Neeley's heartbeat on Monday last week!!! It was really fast, 165 beats per minute, and sounded like marching/drumming. Little Baby is getting big and strong as Marie begins week 13 of pregnancy, also the beginning of the second trimester! I've been told that's the best time in pregnancy and am defiantly looking forward to not feeling sick!
Family has been asking for pictures of a pregnant belly, but they don't exist yet. Brad and I will take a picture and see if anyone can see the beginnings of a baby bump? Brad says he can, but I just feel fat. Thanks little baby!
Marie at 5 weeks 6days preggers (soon after we found out, we took a "beginning of pregnancy" photo for future comparison). I was always so proud of my flat tummy...
Marie is 13 weeks and 1 day preggers here. Look like a baby bump, or a fat lady attempting to look like she has a baby bump?
Family has been asking for pictures of a pregnant belly, but they don't exist yet. Brad and I will take a picture and see if anyone can see the beginnings of a baby bump? Brad says he can, but I just feel fat. Thanks little baby!
Marie at 5 weeks 6days preggers (soon after we found out, we took a "beginning of pregnancy" photo for future comparison). I was always so proud of my flat tummy...
Marie is 13 weeks and 1 day preggers here. Look like a baby bump, or a fat lady attempting to look like she has a baby bump?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Baby Blob's First Picture!
We got to see our baby for the first time on Friday afternoon. Crazy stuff! There really is this little, vaguely person-shaped blob growing in my tummy. And he/she has a really REALLY big head. Aunt Sam says it's cuz baby will be really smart, or really full of him/herself. Mommy and Daddy agree that it's because baby is going to take after Daddy and just have a big noggin. Mommy isn't looking forward to that in 7 months.Baby blob is just barely and inch big, and his/her head makes up about 1/3 to 1/2 the size of his/her entire body at this point. The heartbeat was an amazing 170 beats per minute (but sadly we didn't get to hear it this time). The ultrasound was fun to have, more so for brad than me. I had to drink two large bottle of water before my appointment and wasn't allowed to use the bathroom. The entire time I'm looking at our baby on the screen, in my head I'm thinking, "I really have to pee. I need to pee. If she pushes that thing into my stomach any harder, I might not be able to hold it!" Whereas, Brad is smiling like a little kid at the movies and staring at the screen in amazement thinking, "Woah, I made that! That's so cool!" But no matter how blobby our baby is right now, we are so excited to see him/her and to finally see that he/she is really in there-- growing and making Mommy feel fat and have to use the bathroom alot.
We love our little blob!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
While We Were Out...
Sorry, this blog post has been long since coming. We've been busy this summer and haven't had all that much time to post on here. Let me give you an overview.
We had Marie's brother Steve come out and stay with us for about 6 weeks. He slept in our living room on the couch and seemed to survive. We had a fun time with him and miss him but he had to return home for school about 2 weeks ago.
Marie found out that she is pregnant a few weeks ago. She is now in her 6th week I think. We are pretty sure it's a boy but won't know until early December. It is due the week that Marie graduates, April 19th or so. This provides tons of fun because she may not be able to walk at graduation, but her whole family is supposed to be out here to celebrate graduation and now they have even more motivation to get out here! We are very happy and excited. We weren't expecting a baby to come this soon as she just barely got off the pill. Marie hasn't had any morning sickness yet, but she gets nausea and just doesn't want to eat anything a lot of times. She also has developed a "super sniffer" as she calls it. It sometimes is good, but most of the time it overwhelms her and she feels sick again. I don't think the shock of being a father has quite hit me yet. I'm assuming that once she starts showing, it might hit me, otherwise, I'm sure holding the child will certainly knock me off my feet. ;-)
We also went camping recently with some friends at Diamond Fork Canyon. There are some hot springs there that have been made into primitive hot tubs. It smelled very strong of sulfur but we got used to it. We camped about 100 yards away from the parking lot and then had to hike 2 miles to the hot springs. We had an enjoyable time playing card games while at camp and eating good camp food. It's about a 30 minute drive from Provo. We thoroughly enjoyed the last free weekend before school started yesterday.
We've also been given the calling of Nursery Leaders in our church. We have had the calling for about a month or so now and take care of the 3 year olds. Our church has about 100 kids (literally!) and we got 12 in our class. Most of the time they are nice to each other but sometimes we look like heck after church because they wear us out. They are fun to be with and surprisingly smart for their age. We've been chastised a few times by one of the kids already for letting the kids run around. She says, "They shouldn't be running. This is Jesus's house!" However, whenever she is running and we quote her saying that to her, she just looks at us like, "You're crazy!" Kids!
We had Marie's brother Steve come out and stay with us for about 6 weeks. He slept in our living room on the couch and seemed to survive. We had a fun time with him and miss him but he had to return home for school about 2 weeks ago.
Marie found out that she is pregnant a few weeks ago. She is now in her 6th week I think. We are pretty sure it's a boy but won't know until early December. It is due the week that Marie graduates, April 19th or so. This provides tons of fun because she may not be able to walk at graduation, but her whole family is supposed to be out here to celebrate graduation and now they have even more motivation to get out here! We are very happy and excited. We weren't expecting a baby to come this soon as she just barely got off the pill. Marie hasn't had any morning sickness yet, but she gets nausea and just doesn't want to eat anything a lot of times. She also has developed a "super sniffer" as she calls it. It sometimes is good, but most of the time it overwhelms her and she feels sick again. I don't think the shock of being a father has quite hit me yet. I'm assuming that once she starts showing, it might hit me, otherwise, I'm sure holding the child will certainly knock me off my feet. ;-)
We also went camping recently with some friends at Diamond Fork Canyon. There are some hot springs there that have been made into primitive hot tubs. It smelled very strong of sulfur but we got used to it. We camped about 100 yards away from the parking lot and then had to hike 2 miles to the hot springs. We had an enjoyable time playing card games while at camp and eating good camp food. It's about a 30 minute drive from Provo. We thoroughly enjoyed the last free weekend before school started yesterday.
We've also been given the calling of Nursery Leaders in our church. We have had the calling for about a month or so now and take care of the 3 year olds. Our church has about 100 kids (literally!) and we got 12 in our class. Most of the time they are nice to each other but sometimes we look like heck after church because they wear us out. They are fun to be with and surprisingly smart for their age. We've been chastised a few times by one of the kids already for letting the kids run around. She says, "They shouldn't be running. This is Jesus's house!" However, whenever she is running and we quote her saying that to her, she just looks at us like, "You're crazy!" Kids!
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