Baby ultrasound and a new Doctor!

An ultrasound on your first visit...how cool is that? I wish I knew the sex of the baby, but it's so great to know all is looking good. As we were looking at the ultrasound the first thing he said was, "Your baby looks awesome".

I love my new doc by the way, Dr. Russell Smith. He is so great. He is so easy to talk to and I never felt rushed or nervous. I used to feel very particular about going to female OBs, but I have since realized it depends on the person, not whether or not they are a woman or a man. My first doc was a woman and she was awful. She was insensitive and cold. She didn't seem to understand compassion or sensitivity in any form. She didn't have children of her own and she seemed to think that all pregnant women were whiners. When I went for my 6 week check-up after having Talon I told her that I thought I might have post-partum depression. She said, "hmm...Are you sure?" It was extremely difficult to bring up in the first place and then she doubted me! It was impossible to hold back the tears at that point. I was having such a hard time and was hoping that there might be an answer and she squashed my hope. I don't know why I put so much trust in her. I should have gone to another doctor because as it turns out, I had major postpartum depression.

As I was sitting there crying, she went to get some pamphlets about post-partum and then started to offer some suggestions, but I was so frustrated that I just left. Can you tell that I didn't like her? Anyone who questions someone's suffering is not on my good side. It's interesting because any time her name comes up, it seems to be the same story.

My second doc was a woman that I really liked. She was very kind and gentle. I could talk to her, but I still felt intimidated. Now I feel like I can say whatever I need to. It's like he actually enjoys talking to his patients. Either he puts on a good show or he is really genuine. I hope it continues to be a positive experience!

Expecting...

Was that obvious enough? I really have been meaning to update my blog. The sickness and exhaustion from pregnancy kept me from it. I am starting to feel better, just pretty tired. I'm due on August 3rd and my first appointment is next week. We are both really excited to be adding another little one to our family. I try to forget that I'm pregnant so that it goes faster. I get too anxious/excited if I think about it too much.

I knew I was pregnant and Eric was in denial. I kept telling him that I felt pregnant and he said, "you're not pregnant". When I took the test I showed him and said, "you're right" and he glanced at it and said, "yeah, that's what I thought". It took three times of telling him he was "right" while I had the positive pregnancy test in front of him until he got it. It's true, I was tricking him, but he didn't really look at the test. Once he got it, he said with a deep breath, "oh...(another deep deep breath)...oh...I think I need to sit down." And he sat down. I was laughing while he was in deep thought. I had already been prepared because I knew I was pregnant. He really didn't think I was. And yes, he is happy about it. He just didn't think it would happen so fast.

Eric has been both mom and dad for the last month. He has been so helpful! He gets up with the kids every morning so that I can sleep and it has made a huge difference in how I feel. During the holidays when I was sooo sick and had such little energy, Eric did everything. I just looked at him with an "I'm sorry, I wish I felt better and could do more" face. I felt quite pathetic, but Eric has been a champ. The kids are excited and Talon gets it more than Tyler. Tyler has denied it at times. Preparing food has made me feel the worst and most sick, so Eric has prepared it or we've had easy, frozen Costco foods. One night Talon said, "oh, I know what we're having for dinner...freezer stuff." That's right, you lucky duck, mozzarella sticks, pizza, chicken nuggets...whatever you like.

Well then, there it is. Updates to follow.

Why I love boys...

There is something so fun about a boy's energy. They are funny and I love how creative they are. Talon is the creative mastermind behind most of these projects.

Hmmm...let's see, how can we use the poles and the skateboard to do something fun?
I got it...Now let's use the box, a bungee cord and the skateboard...
Notice the flames he cut out on the back of the box...
This reminds me of all the fun times I had with my brothers on skateboards, rollerblades, bikes and scooters. We had this little bump in the middle of our downhill asphalt driveway that made a sweet jump. I remember trying to be as daring as my brothers and jump off it. So, when I see my kids doing this I can't help but remember how much fun we had and I love to see that they are making memories with each other too.

Talon had another great idea, although this may have been a combined effort. They shoved about 10 rolls of toilet paper in Tyler's jammies and ran around the house. Sleep was over for dad.
Now, forts may not be just a boy thing. We made forts all the time growing up. The best forts are the ones that you can sleep in. We would push our sectional couch in a big rectangle and make a huge bed/fort and it was soooo cozy. So, when my boys want to sleep in forts and make new arrangements with the beds, we get into it.

Sleepovers are the best for forts and of course, jumping on the beds in necessary. We put the mattresses on the floor and squished them together for their sleepover with their cousin. They immediately saw an opportunity. Daddy got a work out throwing them "one more time".
"Ooohhhmmm"
Seriously, where do they come up with these things? So funny.This was almost 3 years ago when another cousin slept over. They had so much fun making and sleeping in this fort.
Boys are fun. I love their energy (except at the grocery store, church, ya know, anywhere we are supposed to be in control). So, here's to my wild, crazy, energetic boys. woo woo!


PS-Talon lost his second tooth a few weeks ago! :)

Photo Tag

Brendan, Seth and Talon (cousins) all looking at a Gameboy or something. So cute. These little boys are growing up. His chunkier cheeks remind me that he was only about 4 in this picture.

This is the 4th photo in the 4th folder in my pictures. Your turn.

Zipping through October

We've been busy this October...

We went to Boondocks...the kids seriously scored with so many tickets.
We played at a park with Rick and Rachelle and their kids. This was too funny. Sage and Tyler were attacking Rachelle with the tree branches and laughing hysterically. She just gave up and let the kids attack.
We visited the Witches at Gardener Village.
The boys received a package from Grandpa and Grandma Gaoiran with yummy Godiva chocolate.
I went on my first Night Ride, Halloween style...
Whitney and I rode with about 30 guys, including my brothers-in-law Dug and Rick, in Park City at Glenwild. Eric was supposed to be there, but he was feeling sick. I could feel the stares from them, "ummm, why are you here instead of Sleepy (his biking nickname)? And, do we have to wait for you?" Dug, nicknamed the Shepherd, made sure I was ok. He talked me up the first climb where I thought my lungs were going to burst. "That's the worst of it Jay." Dug...you are the best!

I thought I would be pretty freaked out riding at night, but it was very cool. So, about 2 and some hours after we started, we got to the top of the last climb. The rest was all downhill. I didn't want to slow any boys down, so I waited. Whitney went after them and I should have followed, but Dug was waiting for a few friends he brought with him. So I started chatting with him. I didn't want to slow them down either, so I took off assuming that I would see the other bike lights. Nope. No lights, just me. Alone. Just me and the bears. I was going to stop and wait for Dug but I was too scared. I kept hearing animal noises. And I had just read about a girl that was doing a 24 hour bike race and in the middle of the night she was attacked by a bear...yep a bear.

I was worried that I took a wrong turn. I had no idea where I was and it was pitch black and freezing. Eventually I saw some bike lights. Prayers answered, but then they disappeared again. Finally I saw a street and a car and I hoped I was going the right way. Next time, no chatty chatty. It always gets me in trouble!!

Some of the group dressed up...
Even Skeletor showed up...
We went to the pumpkin patch with Joy School...
Went to Great Grandpa Dan's to get pumpkins from his garden...

we went to Kristy's family Halloween party...
Pass the Pumpkin always tickles everyone...and we can't stop laughing, especially when the adults play.
Hmm...right on the nose. There may have been some peeking..
My cute mom was Esmeralda...
I dressed up too...
Kristy has so many fun games. It was a ward party in her basement.
We had a Joy school Halloween Program...This was so cute. Tyler was doing all the actions for the songs and I just melted.
We made Jack-o-lanterns.
And finally...went trick-or-treating! Tyler kept saying, "gotta get more". I think he's figured it out.
Tyler didn't want anyone in front of him. Can you see the stiff arm he's trying to give Talon? After that he tripped and then got right up and kept running. He is always racing. His constant phrase is "I gonna beat you". I've been using that to my advantage when we are trying to get something done.
All the loot...
Now you have survived the longest post in blogging history!