Crazy woman driver!!!

So last night Josh and I decided to take a quick walk around our apartment complex. Only fifteen or twenty minutes, but enough that I can mark it off for the day that I got up off my butt and moved. So we were almost all the way around the apartment complex, directly in front of our front gates, when this dark green car pulls in. Now up front in our apartment complex, it's pretty well lit. I was wearing a red jacket and jeans, and josh was wearing a blue shirt with yellow writing and jeans. So this car pulls in and we move into the empty parking spaces so that we're out of the road (our apartment complex doesn't have sidewalks around it, just through it). So we thought we were safe until the car is headed directly towards us. So Josh starts moving the other way thinking that this woman just needs to be where we are, so the lady in the car starts swinging around directly towards Josh so I grab his arm and just come to a dead stop, wondering what in the heck (which wasn't the word which came to mind last night) this lady thinks she's doing and why she's swinging all over the road and moving directly towards us without slowing down. So finally she sees us and stops maybe five feet from where we're standing. I was so pissed off I was ready to walk over and yell at her. It was brightly lit where we were walking, her headlights were shining directly on us, both of us are over five feet tall and neither of us was dressed in something that couldn't be seen. So I have to say, I think the DMV really needs to test driver's eyesight better, especially their night vision. And that woman, I have nothing to say to her now, but my poor husband was really upset because he felt so helpless to protect me and the baby I'm carrying. I felt so bad and was even more pissed off at the lady because it was TOTALLY her fault and not my husband's in any way, shape, or form.

So I just have to get this out there...

So this has been bothering me since I got pregnant and I would just like to correct the whole world who suddenly seems to think that we have evolved as a species and are now pregnant 10 months...we are NOT. 40 weeks divided by four does equal ten. However, four weeks only equals 28 days. So in every month except for February you have at least two, usually three, extra days that YOU AREN'T COUNTING!!! And 2 times 9 equals 18 and 3 times 9 equals 27. So there you go, if you think you are pregnant 10 months you aren't counting 18 to 27 days in your months. So, amount of time you are pregnant is 9 1/2 months at the very most, unless you end up going 42 weeks, at which point you have officially gone closer to 10 months than 9. And you know, the funny thing about the 9 1/2 months thing is that everybody counts from the first day of their last menstrual cycle, which means that you technically weren't pregnant for the first two weeks. Which MEANS that you are ONLY PREGNANT FOR 9 MONTHS!!! Wow, k, now that I've got that off my chest...

I'm getting freaked out about my baby again. I did this last time I was getting ready to go to the doctor's office. It really is hard to wait four full weeks in between knowing for sure that your baby is okay because you can hear the heartbeat up on the monitor. I thought that once I was in my second trimester I would worry less that I was losing my baby, but you know, I think I worry more. I have to wait one more week until I go into the doctor's, and that is exciting because I'll be sixteen and a half weeks along, so either they will do another ultrasound and I'll get to find out the gender of the baby or I'll be able to set up to have the ultrasound done, so I'll have an actual date for when I will find out whether it is a boy or a girl. I'm excited for that.

So I found out last week that my parents are coming here to Vegas (to my brother's house) for Thanksgiving! I can't tell you how excited I am for that. The house that my brother lives in was my parents house for almost twelve years. In July they sold it to my brother and I have to say that it's been weird for me to have that happen. It was like the official ending of my childhood, and it brought me a lot of sorrow. I had a key to that house, but when my brother moved in he changed the locks. I've never not been able to just walk into that house because I've had a key since I was old enough to start going places by myself. It was so odd because the other day I had the greatest desire to just go walk the neighborhood like I used to. I loved going out every day, rain or shine, and just wandering around. Never further than a mile from the house, but there were a lot of good memories in that neighborhood. Anyway, this brings me around to the point of this. I don't remember a Thanksgiving or Christmas that was not in that house. And so it made me really sad when I realized that I wasn't going to be at that house for the holidays, and I wasn't going to be with my mama and dad. So now my parents (and some of my sisters, not sure how many yet) are coming down here to Vegas to celebrate Thanksgiving and I am SOOOO excited! I can't wait until they are here and I'm counting down the days until Thanksgiving!

Oh, and I finally decided that to match my husband's Wolverine costume and facial hair... I'm going to be Rogue for Halloween. Young girl totally in love with older man...yep I think it fits.

New neice!

So I just found out that I have a new little neice and I'm SOOO excited! My oldest sister just had her fourth, a little girl, and they named her Keturah Marie! She was 9 lbs 1 oz and 21 inches long. I'm really excited to find out what I'm having because my sister-in-law Cami is supposed to have a little girl in December. I really want to have a little girl now too! Keeping my fingers crossed.

I guess I'll join the blogging world...

So I guess I'm the only one that didn't know that people wanted me to start a blog. I never knew I was popular enough for people to actually check my blog. LOL. So I guess I'll just put what I was thinking about today. I think it's absolutely ridiculous for people to claim that they weren't showing at all until they were seven months. I'm fifteen weeks today (woo hoo me! I'm now 3/8 of the way done!) and I'm already starting to pop out in front (notice the picture at the top). Now, I believe that there are people who didn't have strangers on the street stopping them and asking them if they were pregnant, but I DO NOT believe that there is anyone out there who maintained the exact same figure (ie didn't show at all) until they were seven months along. Or maybe I'm just a jealous hormonal pregnant lady who still hasn't come to grips with the fact that she's losing her beautiful pre-pregnancy body forever!

So on Monday night I was reading something that was talking about trusting in the Lord. First of all, trusting Him to fight your battles for you against Satan, and second of all just trusting Him with everything in your life. I knew that I had a really hard time with that, but the next morning as I was driving to work I started thinking about it again and a couple of thoughts popped into my head that to me are completely impossible and not going to happen (good things, not bad things). And it was almost like Heavenly Father was saying to me "See, you really don't trust me!" It made me so sad to realize that I only want to trust in Him as much as I want to trust in Him. I trust in Him to help me to be able to be safe as I drive my car and I trust in Him to watch over my husband while he's at work, but I don't trust Him to help me to make decisions (as much as I should) and I don't trust Him to know the best timing and everything for me and my small family. And the funny thing is that even when He does what's best for me I tend to say thank you one time and then continue on with my weird thinking that somehow I can figure this life out on my own and choose what's best for me and my family.

Valerie's really going to regret getting me to start this because not only am I completely random, but I'm constantly thinking about something and now I have a place to put it. LOL...love you Valerie!