We got into our house on the 23rd of April (Can I get a Woot-Woot?) It's AWESOME!!! I love it more than I did when we were looking at it. We are trying to get things unpacked. I am really surprised at how much we have actually gotten done. I have NEVER had this much energy when I am THIS far pregnant. Jon tells me 100 times a day not to over-do it...I try not to, but I am so very excited that this will be our last move for ALOT of years. Since we've been married, the longest we have stayed in one house is a year (maybe a year and a half, I can't remember)...but in any case I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF MOVING!!!! So the thought of actually staying in one place longer than a year or 2 excites me beyond all belief. And yesterday it finally warmed up enough that the boys got to go play (in our own back yard). They thought that was the coolest thing EVER! They had a ton of fun. I had to try to keep them on the other side of the yard though because someone had a glass breaking party back there. So I have to try and clean up all the glass so that the boys don't get it through their foot or something. Oh, and when we were closing (I've decided I don't want to sign my name EVER again for at least a month), after we finally signed the last paper Chad (our loan officer) said "Congratulations, you are now home owners" and handed us a bottle (it looked like a wine bottle) full of jelly beans. He smiled and said "Due to liabilities, we can't give you wine." I said "That's fine, I'm pregnant and Mormon so we wouldn't drink it anyway." Then he laughed and said "I've found that if you eat the WHOLE bottle of jelly beans at once it will give you the same effect as the alcohol anyway." I thought that was funny. Then De (our realtor) gave us this really cute 7 piece serving set. I thought that was real nice of her. Then yesterday as the boys were playing outside this guy came up to the gate with some cookies. I was a little iffy at first. So I went over there to see what he wanted...I suppose I'm a little sexist, if it was a woman with cookies I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but since it was a man I was like "hmmmm." Turns out it was Nannet's (I'm sure I butchered the spelling) husband (It's a lady from church that sits by me every week and plays with the boys, she's really nice. And her husband was just coming to get our information so that he could request our records. They tried when we were living in the motel, but if they sent our records then they would have to send them to 4th ward (technically the motel is in 4th ward boundaries) and we were going to 7th ward. So it wouldn't have done any good. So Nannet told him to wait and she baked some cookies for the boys. I thought that was really sweet...and they were REALLY good.
So now all we have to do (aside from unpacking) is have a baby on Friday and then take Ethan to Utah after that. Can you believe it? This morning the phone rang, I picked it up and it was the hospital saying "We have you down for induction on Friday" I'm all "yeah" they said "I hate to do this to you, but is there anyway that you could come in on Monday instead?" I'm thinking, even if I had NOTHING going on, maybe....MAYBE if you paid me a million dollars I would wait until Monday. But I said "No, that's not possible, my Son has an appointment at Primary Children's on Monday." So they were all "Well, I will see what I can do." I'm thinking "Seriously, I'm going to be there on Friday...I don't care if I have to drink a gallon of hot sauce and have this kid in the middle of your hallway....I will be there ON FRIDAY. The only exception I will make with that is if you want to do it on Thursday. Oh heaven's, some people.
Then on Monday we are taking Ethan to the hospital...hopefully it will just end up being a road trip to Utah. The bump feels like it is going deeper under the skin now, so I don't know what's going on, we're hoping nothing is going on. And everyone keeps asking if I am going to feel up to going to Utah the weekend after having a baby. So I was just going to let everyone know that Jon has the day off and is completely prepared to go by himself. Or we could find someone to go with him if he wanted. I am not going to push myself. I would really like to be there with my little boy for whatever they have to do to him...or for him I suppose. But if I don't think I'm going to be alright or if I think it will be too much for Justin, I am just going to stay home. And I will still have family here, so I won't be alone either. Well, this blog is long enough and the boys are being awfully quiet, so I'd better go see what they are up to. ;)
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