Ode to Mr. Rubber Band

The sun rises once again and there I lie in bed snug and warm ready to greet a new day!!! I awake with much optimism ! I tell myself that "Yes!" today my pants will fit yet again one last time and to my surprise they do. A snug fit I will admit but looking close you all would notice that success was had in the form of a button wedged in tight to it's sister button hole! Hallelujah! Praises Be!

I proceed with my morning routine of kids, emails and a glance in the kitchen for something to eat. Nothing sounds good once again! But little sister inside is in need of that little thing we call nutrients to grow and thrive and I give in to the nagging mothering instinct that forces one to eat when that's the last thing they really want to do.

By 10 am I'm feeling the strain. Not on my legs or on my back but on my waist line! That little breakfast has quickly moved in on baby territory and it's roommate status is causing the land lord to walk funny! My morning success is soon down the drain and the reserve rubber band I place on my wrist is put to work! From then on I'm forced to pull and adjust my britches all day. My zipper never stays up and I just plane hate pants in general! Come on Mr. Rubber Band! DO your job! Keep me out of maternity pants for as long as you can! I beg of you PLEASE!!!!

Mr. Rubber Band and some pants get along better then most but today I picked an arch enemy! Would it be ok to add yet another rubber band making a chain of sorts! Maybe two is better then one!

Oh rats! I just need to give in. Horribly ugly! Never fit right! Nasty kangaroo pouch pants are just around the corner! Maternity pants have to be the worst thing on earth right now in my little world. I have yet to find a pair that doesn't look like the are about to fall off and expose my ever widening rear end! I tug and pull for the last 4 months and maybe at about a week before the arrival I can "fit" a pair properly.

So thanks Mr. Rubber Band for the limit service rendered. I wish you could have stayed longer!


Here is the much awaited preggo shot. I just look fat in the barral and if you were to rub my "baby bump" you'd probably just be carressing the blue berry bagle and cream cheese I ate this morning! I'll be pop popping soon don't worry!
and oh... can I just be annoyed right now!!!! Have you ever sat by someone telling a story to someone else that was soooooo wrong! ( Don't forget I'm overly annoyed while pregnant so it took all I had to not turn around, correct this lady and finish chewing!)

She was telling her friend that she had to read the book "Tuesdays with Morrie." She goes on to tell her that it's about this guy who has cancer who is a professor and had this famous "Last Lecture!" She then goes on to tell details of the lecture and says he really wrote it for his kids becasue they were to young to understand!

Come on moron!!! Stop mixing up two different things! She apparently Tivoed two seperate Oprahs years apart from each other and watched them back in her sleep and morphed the book and this gentalmans experiance together!

I wanted to correct her so badly but who wants a cross pregnat woman with cream cheese "smear" on the corner of her mouth telling you your an idiot! ( for real Enstine Bagel !Do we really need to call it a "SMEAR!")

Anyway! I'm aweful! I know!

Hurts my heart

I keep getting email after email or articles sent to me about the Protest of the Prop 8 results. I can completely understand the feelings on the opposing side and even appreciate some form of rallying together to voice disappointment! Would I want my right to do the same, of course.

The part that hurts the most is the outright defacement of my sacred place of worship, A Temple held in high regard to my faith. It's going too far when you litter the gates and write on the walls. When hateful words and slogans are directly attacking My faith, that need I remind you, was not the only faith that supported the Proposition.We are an easy target and everyone knows it!

Why are we the lucky Christian denomination that gets singles out and persecuted for standing up to an issue that we feel so strongly about. The Mormons are a small percentage of CA residence yet we are the target of vandalism and Religious mocking.

If we were any other religion this would be more appalling to the eyes of those who watch this unfold. Had a Jewish Synagogue or a Catholic Cathedral been the marching place of protests and had the colorful and hateful words been placed on them this would all be handled differently. A hate crime, never allowed to go so far. But no. We the Mormons are not privileged to such concern or respect.

Disagreeing is a wonderful thing. Protesting is a wonderful thing. Even being so emotionally connected to a cause is a God given right. Crossing the lines are easy to do I'm sure when in the throws of a passionate debate but let this be a reminder that some lines are hard to step back over!

A raspberry bar, reality sinking in, a good heartfelt prayer and some words from a best friend later...

It's a girl!!! yes! It's a girl! I wasn't able to say much yesterday basically because I was in shock! Not sad like it may have seemed but floored by the fact that it wasn't a boy! All signs pointed to BOY.My barf pattern said boy!My dreams pointed to BOY. My appetite said boy. The ultra sound tech said GIRL!So pardon my delayed excitement. I was just in need of a day to pack up my little boy dream of being his first true love, having a little person that reminded me so much of Mike and my dream of a son who kissed me goodbye just before he went on a date.

Shocked I tell you!!!! Yesterday was a wild one! I was surprised how the news hit me. I had convinced myself that it was going to be a boy and thoughtfully told myself and others a girl would be just as welcomed , and she would be, but I was convinced!!!! So I was just as shocked to be overwhelmed with surprise and feeling of loss for the boy I thought I was about to have! Again, not sad because I was having a girl but sad because I wasn't having a boy join our family right now! Does that make sense! I hope so because I never want it to be said that I didn't want this sweet baby girl and wasn't thrilled that she was coming to be ours.

Saddly I had to face a group of curiouse friends for lunch just after my appointment!I hope I wan't too annoying! I was still in a daze! But there we sat sharing tales of all boy or all girl families and knowing it was perfectly fine! Thanks girls!

I did fianily call my sister and she was quick to point out all the amazing all girl families we know. The Kriple girls and Crouch familyand the Hasslers came to mind. Christina comment that I was Almost like her and that made me smile! Oh to be like BBM!!!! I was so thrilled to look forward to my girls sharing a relationship like I have with my sister but add one more in the mix and it could only be better!

But my biggest source of joy came when reality slapped me in the face in the form of some wise words from a best friend. She reminded me that "SHE needs me!" I can't even write it with out crying. This sweet little girl needs ME! How on earth can you hear that and not melt and know that all is well and all is planned and all is perfect. A million thanks for that pearl of knowledge Julie. I will love you for that forever!

So please... no need for more "condolences" in the form of congratulations! I still wish for a sweet little boy to call my own but already feel a special connection to this tender third little girl of mine. A family of all one gender is special I guess. We must have something important to teach our little women at this stage in the game. I welcome the responsibility.

It's a girl!