Baby Days

Life has come and gone in a whirl wind this summer! I have one more week of school, my garden is huge and this week Mitch and I both felt the baby kick! It was so fun! I think this was the point Mitch and I looked at each other and said "THIS IS REAL!" I am currently 19 weeks along but we were not able to get an appointment to find out what it is until the end of July! Mitch does not think it will matter as he is sure it's a boy. As for me i'm not sure... I had a dream it was a girl then i had a dream it's a boy... but if i were to look at the last ultrasound i would have guessed it was a lizard. Until then we are keeping our eye out for furniture, and building up the nursery! Here we go!

I'm Pregnant!!!!!!

Our little Miracle: A Trial of our Faith

That's right we are pregnant!!! We saw the 5 cm baby yesterday! How amazing is technology?! Not to mention it's little Heart Beat! Mitch and I were both grinning ear to ear! But getting to this point was not a walk in the park for us...
We have been trying to get pregnant since about last May. In September I went into the gyno to see if he could help the process along. He, in turn, put me on a fertility pill called Clomid. Clomid is a medicine that helps you ovulate. This pill has been known to make you a little crazy, but for me it did not do much. So, after being on it for 3 months my doctor doubled my dose. And of coarse every time i was barely late on my period i took a pregnancy test, and of coarse they were all negative. (Hint: buy them online, we got 30 for 60 cents a piece). Each month i would become a little more frustrated. Anyhow, after 2 months of the "doubled dose" my doctor tripled it..... Note: If you want to become a true, irrational, hormonal woman, get a triple dose of that stuff. All i have to say is, Poor Mitchell. :) I admittedly had a really rough month. This was the month that i told Mitch that i was done trying for a little while. I felt like i had been pushed to my limit, and i was exhausted from the emotional and physical roller coaster of it all. Mitch agreed to taking a break from fertility stuff, but still i felt awful that i wanted to stop trying.
That same month we had some additional testing done, and about a week after we decided to take a break our doctor called with the results. He told us, that based on the testing most people in our situation try artificial insemination but usually end up Adopting. At this point, you would think that news like this would leave me in tears. But upon hearing it i was filled with a comforting spirit that told me that everything will work out and i was completely at peace with what the doctor had said. Then 4 days later, i started to not feel so great. So as a last hope i took another test, and i was pregnant! 5 weeks pregnant!
Because of family history with miscarriages the next two months were filled with quite a bit of anxiety (and Nausea). But yesterday after seeing it's little heart beat, the doctor told us that we are good to go! Every night we thank our Heavenly Father for the blessings he pours upon us. I have truly learned that sometimes we have to hit bottom before He will raise us to the top. We can't wait for Dec 7th!

The Toothfairy

Obviously we don't yet have kids to blog about, so we live vicariously through our families children, thus... As we were serving at the annual Lifferth family "German Dinner" Zachy walked up and yanked out his loose tooth. (By the way, i just about passed out at the sight of it.) He was absolutely elated about his new money making buisness. Of coarse last night he stuck it safely under his pillow. Unbeknownst to the rest of us Taylor (his older sister) was having an inner struggle. As Aimee leaned down to kiss her goodnight she heard a rustling noise under her pillow. She pulled out the hand written note attached.... And as far as we know, the toothfairy answered the question...

Beauty School Dropout

Every once in a while i get in these moods. You know the mood of, i need a new look. But being on the previously reviewed budget (see previous blog) i new i couldn't drop the 65 bucks to get it done. So i started thinking, how hard could it be? I just want one color. Easy breezy. So eight bucks later i came home with a box of hair dye from "Dan's" grocery store ( I know Caroline and Hez, you'd kill me for doing that). So, for those of you who are still wet behind the ears when it come to hair dying let me spell it out for you. You have to put on Gloves. Don't think you're beyond them. Use them, or your hands will be dyed purple and start to burn. Then you have to mix one Mixture with the other one. Simple: dump bottle #1 into bottle #2 and shake. So I shook. Here is probably one of the most important mistakes i made that you aspiring beauticians can learn from. There is a little cap on top of the lid of mixed dye that you are supposed to break off. BTW It's hard to break off! So being resourceful i try to bite it off. Now at this point, I'm biting and twisting and in my frustrations i start to squeeze the bottle the slightest bit...BAD IDEA! As soon as that cap came off brown hair dye when shooting into the side of my cheek! Now is the time you start spitting and rinsing, ASAP! Because if you don't, it burns, i mean it really burns(and of coarse the side of your lip is dyed blue, (just like your hands)! Now perhaps you are getting a little frustrated, but these feelings should only make you more determined! So i squirt that dye profusely in my hair, thoroughly (as the box suggests). Be careful not to over shoot that powerful little bottle and get it on the bathroom door behind you. It leaves brown drips down the white paint that you might not notice until the next day when your husband points it out. Then you wait. 25 minutes. But I decided to do 33 minutes b/c it always seems to wash out of mine in a couple of weeks and perhaps this will make it more permanent. In this waiting time, It's a good idea to prop the box of that lovely lady with perfectly brown hair against the mirror, just so you can remember how good your going to look after you scrub those purple spots off your forehead. 33 minutes later, i rinse, and repeat. Then i used the conditioner. It's important to use the conditioner, it helps calm your panick as you feel your coarse, fried hair. But don't worry it won't take long until you find your Sexy self saying...Shoot, i should be on the front of that box!

A hint of Asia...

Imagine Mitchell's suprise when he came home from work only to find his American wife had become Chinese! That's right, Chinese. Let me just preface this. Seeing how we are living in "tight" times, Mitch and i have created a strict budget, thus friday nights 'out to eat' have become rare. So I decided to create a night out on the Orient! Generals Tao's, Pot Stickers, and of coarse Ham Fried Rice. I decided to invite Mitch's parents over to join the party (under the conditions that they wear their traditional Komono's of coarse! With make up painted on to create the perfect slanted eye and a bun on top of my head i greeted my husband as he came in. He gave me that all too familiar look of, "Who is this crazy woman I married?" You know i'll give him that much, but how boring would life be if we didn't have to be thrifty?! Bring it on stock market, but we will still have our chinese food dang it! (Adrienne if you read this how can i view your blog?)

My Little Boyscout

First off, may i just say isn't my little boyscout adorable!?! Yep...He's mine. But as perfect as he is, his new calling comes with it's downfalls. First off, have you ever smelt a boyscout when he comes home from a camp out? If the smoke smell does not make you nauseous, give him time, the lingering camp food will tear him apart (he could possibly sleep in the guest bed because of it). Buy an air freshener, ASAP. Then you go to church and you hear the stories. You'll find yourself saying "My husband did what?". Now it's not long after he's put into this calling that you really learn how smart your little "Smokey Bear" is. I admit he really can tie alot of cool knots. I start to see some of the advantages. In fact, since being in scouts i have found him being a little more dutiful. For example, he vacuumed the other day, Fabulous. Organized the garage, Fabulous. Put clothes in the wash, which is awesome even if he disregards the need for folding them. If only he could still earn badges, I would be at the Court of Honor in a matching shirt and a fog horn!