2 days and counting!

Yes, we are still waiting. We went into the doctor last week expecting to get this party started but he simply said..."why don't we wait one more week...". If any doctor is looking for a way to make a 9 month pregnant woman cry he simply needs to say "why don't we just wait one more week". Lucky for Mitch and I, we previously talked/rehearsed this type of response, so instead of crying I kept my composure and went home and slept for 2 hours. :)
The good news is that he will be 'starting' me on Tuesday morning (December 1st). At our appointment he told us that I have a pelvic girdle that is very narrow and is not letting the baby drop. He also told us that because of the narrow passage way the baby might not be able to make it through during labor. He proceeded to tell me that he will let me 'labor' for 12 hours but if the baby is not out by then he will have to take it by C-section.
People have been asking me if I am nervous about all this. My answer... depends on the time of day. If it's before 8 p.m. no not really. After 9 p.m. yep, a little anxious. (I seem to lose emotional control after about 9 pm. Which, I don't think I should be held accountable for at the judgement bar, but I suppose I'm not the one who is writing those rules). Honestly, what makes me the most nervous is not being able to eat. I am supposed to stop eating after midnight the night before. Which means that if I do actually labor for the full 12 hours, it will be 18 hours before I eat anything (which again, no woman should be held accountable for actions/words during that time period either, again, not up to me (simply a suggestion for the judgement bar rule writer).
Overall, we are beyond excited for our little girl to join our family. We are thankful for a new addition to our little family during this holiday season...ask me if I feel the same way during 2 a.m. feedings... wink wink! Check the blog on wed for pics and updates!

The Annual Lifferth Halloween Party (part 2)

Uncle Bubba was in charge of the pirate treasure hunt, everyone had a great time.

Our fearless leader Indiana Zach always knew exactly what to do, as long as there was no snakes!

Leopard Taylor read "Cross the river of cement, and wind your way to the roaring rain gutter"

Pirate Spencer, trying to explain what a river of cement was.

2nd Annual Lifferth Halloween Party!

From left to right: Buzz (Will), Mr. Incredible (Tex), Indiana Jones (Zach), A Leopard (Taylor), Skeleton (Jacob), Witch (Keira), Minnie (Kate), Puppy (David), Butterfly (Olivia), Skeleton (Ethan)

It was our job to shoot "Pirate" Spencer and "Outlaw" Randy with marshmallows!

Get em Guys!

Good Shot!

Research: A punishment for grad school students

I'm taking this research class right now as part of my graduate program at Utah State. It is probably one of the most torturous classes I have ever taken part of. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about education, but this class has just pushed me over the edge. It's a 3 hour class, once a week, on how to conduct, write, and critique research. If I could grant every reader one wish, I would wish that they would never have to take this class as long as they live! agh. However, in all situations there is always something to be learned. Here are 5 things I've learned at least so far...

1) I never want to get my Doctorate
2) I will never let a professor take my research and use it as an example, no matter how good I think it is!
3) No matter how many parental opinions I hear, I will not believe that Autism is caused by immunizations until they have reliable studies to back it up.
4) You can't believe what you hear on the news.
5)Even a baby in the womb can become board in a research class!

Utah State Fair Fun

Cute little Jackson loved the fair!

This was a huge steer at the fair! It's shoulders were 6 feet tall! The black cow is your everyday cow. It was seriously like a horse! We did not even have to pay a dollar!
Wouldn't be a fair without a crazy clown!

You should have seen how scared we were to get this close!

The Prize winning cow at the fair just because he had the most meat on him! I felt his pain.

Spencer wasting his money, he was sure he would win!

A watermelon through my nostril! I can do this! (gulp)

Mitch and I went to our monthly doctor's appointment on friday (I absolutely love it when he comes). Anyhow, once the doctor finally came I open fired. That is I asked him a million questions (this happens every time I go so he's used to it). This week it was questions about the Flu. After a long conversation he explained that he had a flu shot available and he would like to give it to me. Seeing how i've been coughed on by a bunch of kids all week at school I agreed. As the nurse shoved a peanut butter consistency through my arm through what must have been a dull needle I couldn't help but think "lets quadruple this pain and shove it into my spinal cord for an epidural". What the Heck am I doing. Epidural? or a watermelon through my nostril (think creative with that one)? What would I rather do? I know what a needle feels like, and for some reason the watermelon is sounding better! I mean, I heard that being pregnant makes you think crazy thoughts, but you know perhaps i'm finally thinking clearly! I just have to think of it as a 800 meter conference championship in 100 degrees. I did it, it hurt, I threw up, I couldn't walk or see straight, but I was glad I did it in the end. What's one watermelon through a nostril? gulp. Good grief I only have 3 more months to prepare for this race. Does anyone have any good mental imagery books, cause I sure am going to need it! Suddenly one kid is sounding better than 6! :)

A Real Mans Trophy!

I've always seen myself as the type of mom who when their child does a great job on a paper, or won a participation medal in a 5k there would be no doubt it would be placed somewhere in the house where everyone could see it! But when Mitch picked up his Trophy Elk from the taxidermy I was completely torn. You should have seen him, he was Beaming! As each car drove by us on the freeway I saw him slighly look to see each ones reaction. Some, like me, were grossed out, while others (mostly men) would give him that manly head nod that said, "nice". It was as if this dead animal proclaimed "I Was Shot By A Real Man"!
To my own defense though, I do support his silly hunting ways, I cooked and ate that tough meat for a year and a half after he shot it. But do I really want it mounted in my front room so it can stare at my every move and frighten young children as they walk into the house?? No, I really don't. It's not like I can put it on the fridge or even on the mantle as we only have 10 foot ceilings and the elk is about 7 feet from chest to antlers! I would be afraid it would lick people as it looked into their eyes. Thankfully, Mitchell is a smart man and could see that it simply would not be happy in our home. So, if you would like to come and see it, it is happily mounted in his Dad's garage on Mutton Hollow just waiting for the day that we build a big cabin for it to live in!