12 Weeks

Now that the news it out about Baby Squire, i thought I would document how things have gone so far. Not so much that you are interested, but maybe someday I can look back and remember how things were.

The First Trimester:

- I luckily haven't been too sick. I have lost all desire to cook because the smell of food and warm food in general usually starts heading me down the path to sickness.

-I thought I had a good smeller before...I can smell EVERYTHING and the weirdest of things. I feel like a crazy lady sometimes searching out the smallest of smells. If I could I would have a Fa-breeze fan in front of my face all day long.

-Fruit, Fruit, Fruit. I can always count on fruit to be the one thing I can eat. Something about a cold, crisp apple is the only thing that is a guarantee

-Zit City. Oh, Hello Skin. I thought you were supposed to glow? Oh, you want to break out instead? Whatever. I'll just keep you white for the rest of the summer then.

-Headaches. I didn't get them until the last few weeks, but I hate that Tylenol is the only thing I can take. I might as well take a sugar cube.

-My sleeping habits are all over the place. Some nights I can hardly keep my eyes open at 9pm, but then I am wide awake at 4am.

And most of all TIRED: Walk up a flight of stairs? Need a nap. Just woke up from a nap? Time for another.

Now that I am into my 12th week, all of these symptoms are subsiding and I am getting a whole new set. Starving all morning long, less exhausted, but still trying to convince my body to stay asleep all night long.

People keep asking if I'll post baby bump pics. Uh...Fat chance. As is, I will just look fatter and unless you are already a twig, they just aren't that cute. So...don't hold your breath. Sorry.

Stay tuned for future updates!

We didn't die, we just moved to Wyoming

For some of you, that might as well be dying haha! So far I am coming close to the end of my 2nd week in our new hometown, and Ronnie is finishing up his 3rd week here.

So far, so good.

The first week was a little difficult, I'm not going to lie. Not because I don't like it here or am unhappy to be here, I was BORED. The gift of organization is not one I inherited from my mom, so spending hours figuring out where would be the best location for cups and clothes is not my idea of fun. And once I was done shuffling our stuff around, I didn't have a calendar or schedule to look at to tell me what I needed to do next. After a few years of being a working woman, to suddenly jump into a few weeks worth of house wife was a bit of a shock to the system. Suddenly the things I would come home and do a quick job of doing when i got home from work (dishes, dinner, cleaning, laundry, ect) I had all day to do and it is WAY easy to procrastinate. I am sure if I had kids, friends, or much of a life outside this apartment, it would be a much different story, but I felt like such a waste.

LUCKILY, I had great family and friends that sent me lots of text and several phone calls to remind me, I am not a loser. After our first Sunday at church, I felt much better about the possibility of friends (we actually are having dinner at another couple's house tomorrow) and had some time to adjust to my new pace of life (for the time being).

So, want to hear some thing I have found that I love about where we live?

-Daily Desert Storms: almost everyday a little rainstorm rolls in and cools everything off and then rolls right back out of town

-Everyone is SO nice: People smile at me at Walmart. Nobody drives like they are out to kill you. Everyone at church notices you are new and comes and says hello. MMMM...Such a breath of fresh air!

-The National High School Rodeo Championships was here: It used to be in my hometown in Farmington and I loved walking around the arena and checking out the cowboys when I was in High School. Now they are here and I still checked out all the cute little cowboys and drooled over all the pretty horses

-Rangers (offroad golf cart type things) are literally modes of transportation for around town. Need I say more?

-LOTS of people have custom mailboxes: and by custom I mean, it looks like they took them down to the auto body shop and got a custom paint jobs. A funny thing to like, I know, but I do. It's not like everyone is trying to have the same as everyone else, they want to stand out! SO different than the 1 million homes I drove by and went into in Utah.

-Strangers call you Hun: because they are nice and don't need to know if I am Mormon, or wear garments, or went on a mission, or all those crazy things Mormons do(especially in Utah) before they feel like they can connect with you or because thats what you do when you meet someone.

-More than ever, Ronnie is my best friend. I count down the minutes until he walks in the door, and he is definitely the best looking man in town (and the whole world)


I am sure there will be a million more things I will find that I like about this place, and that list will get cut in half as soon as winter starts, but for know, it is becoming Home.

And the prize for worst blogger goes to...

I know, I am terrible at new blog posts. I actually have put a lot of thought into it, and here is what I eventually came to:

Blogging takes too long and way too much thought. I am sure I will feel different when I have kids and want to talk about them more intimately.
I love reading other's blogs, but mostly want to look at pictures, and let's face it, sharing pictures on blogger is a pain in the butt.

And here is the other thing, Social networking is so much easier and, although it can be staged, (I wonder how many likes and comments I can get!) I can I do it quickly, like while I'm waiting in line somewhere, waiting for Ronnie while he is in the bathroom, yadda, yadda, yadda.

So if you want to see the silly, fun things we are up to, probably don't check blogger or Facebook. I can hardly stand getting on there. Everyone and their mom (and grandma) just repost crappy quotes, desperate cries for attention with booby filled pictures (and an occasional funny video). Right now we are into the instagram thing. It is easy, and quick!

No smart phone? That stinks. Really. I resisted until it just made sense with work. And now that I have it, I can't convince myself I don't need it anymore. Totally worth all the money I feel like I am bleeding for it.

I am not saying I will never blog again. I just felt guilty every time I looked at someone else's blog and never contributed anything for them to read. But if you want to catch up with us a little more, get instargram. Or even better, call me! I have a feeling Wyoming will get me better in touch with a less techy side of me.

When it rains, it pours

We have had a lot of pouring around this home in the last few weeks. We have been feeling the blessings of hard work and are so grateful to have such an abundance of them! Want to hear abut just how crazy life has been? Here is a little time line to document the madness:

April 20th: Ronnie graduated with his Masters in Social Work
April 22nd-29th: We were planning to do a big road trip down to NM, then to AZ, and then back up to Utah to celebrate his hard work. Instead, Ronnie's car broke down in the middle of Arizona, we spent the night in a Best Westen in Heber, AZ, waited for over 7 hours in the lobby for our ride to come down from Farmington to pick us and the car up, and go back to NM.
May 4th:-9th : We went back down to NM help out with my sister Brittani's kids while she is in the Bahamas and pick up Ronnies newly repaired car (ps. Babysitting was a blast and deserves a post all of it's own)
May 14th: We sold Ronnie's car (miracle of miracles!)
May 21st: We went to Rock Springs, Wyoming for interviews. Ronnie interviewed for a substance abuse therapy position and I interviewed for a position as a special Ed preschool teacher.
May 22nd: Ronnie gets the job!
May 26th: We go back down to NM and buy a car and take some friends for a little Memorial Day vacation. I guess the third trip in a month is a charm). By the way, our new car is super cute and we are loving it!
May 29th: I get the job!

Quite the month, huh? We are excited to get Ronnies career going and to have our little Wyoming adventure! Did I ever think I would step foot in that state let alone live there? No way! But I have always wanted to live near wild horses so I guess I am getting my wish! We will be moving sometime at the end of June. We will miss being only a few minutes away from family and friends, but just another 2 1/2 hours from Provo is not too far to come visit us country people!

Why do they call it HealthCARE?

So I went to the dr. today. Actually, a couple. Nothing major, don't worry. Maybe just an old injury flaring up, or arthritis. Either way, my wrist is giving me trouble and when it started spreading to fingers and elbows, I caved and went to the Dr.
I'm a bit of a baby when it comes to going to the Dr. I get nervous that they will have to hold their laughs in when I step on the scale and they ask me how tall I am. I always imagine them rolling their eyes when they leave my room and wonder what they write in my chart. I always get the "blood pressure is a titch high" comment and I always want to fire back "You think! I am nervous as Hell!" but I just smile and say "okay."
I know it is another work day for them, but just a smile, sticker, or even a "glad it's you steppin on that scale and not me!" would help me loosen up. When I go into a home for a first time to do my thing, I usually try and compliment the family on something or ask some personal questions to break the ice. I'll even say an ugly kids are cute if it helps the family feel like I care about them personally.
After the check up and blood draw it was off to radiology. Once again, explaining why I'm too lazy to change my last name, when my birthday is, and no, my grandma that has been dead since I was in 3rd grade is not my emergency contact (I think Grandma knew I needed a laugh and snuck that one in their records).
I decided I would try and brighten the radiology dept. up by giving smiles and asking them questions, but they were just polite enough to get the job done and send me on my way.
So now I'm home, ready to begin some patient waiting. Because that is part of receiving healthcare. Being a patient, and trying to embody the title.

Cupid got me good

I get a little obssessed. I was flipping through my photos on my phone the other night, cleaning out all the junk pics and realized I have a rediculous amount of pictures of Ronnie. Sometimes I look across the room and he just looks so Dang cute while he plays stupid games on his phone or cradles his hand in the neck hole of his shirt and relaxes to one of our many shows. I tell myself it is okay because it is practice for when I have kids and need to snag a candid photo, but I don't think he finds it as endearing as I do. So...I thought I would share a few so you can join in on the eye candy!

My how time flies

It isn't too hard to remember adults reminiscing about the days when minutes felt like hours and hours seemed liked days, and hearing the old familiar "time only goes by faster the older you get". I don't feel like 25 is all that old, but I do seem to be having a hard time staying caught up with time. The holidays were so much fun and the New Mexico and California weather seemed to melt away the number on the clock and banish the importance of minutes and hours for a little while. Suddenly, it is 2012, and I feel like I am chasing the hands of the clock, trying to catch up, but ending up spinning circles instead. Do you ever get that feeling? I am hoping that now that we are on our way back into the groove of regular life, I can give my blog a good update, and maybe even include some pictures of our holiday adventures. Let's face it, pictures are what get us to read the words. And how about a goal or two for the year? What are your New Years Resolutions?