33rd Week

I haven't said too much about being pregnant on this blog, but guess what, I still am. And not just a little, I am in the 33rd week, cellulite to my ankles, wedding ring doesn't fit, heartburn in my chest, are we there yet, part of pregnancy. On top of that, I just saw a picture of myself from Christmas and, I promise, my belly isn't the only part of me that is bigger than normal. I think I've thought through this whole pregnancy thing a bunch of times but the other day I had a rude awakening. You want to know what it is? Not only do I have to go through pregnancy, but I am going to have a BABY in a few weeks. If I were a swearer, I think I might insert an appropriate one here because, believe it or not, all this consideration of pregnancy barely takes into account a baby.

I know you'd think it would be obvious but . . . .

The catalyst for this was a trip to Wal-mart where I got to thinking, "well maybe I should buy a couple of binkies just in case that little baby decides to come early." But that escalated to, desitin, diapers, socks, wipes, shampoo. . . . Yikes. I dropped the whole idea and didn't buy any baby stuff. But then I really got to thinking: I have no car seat, Alisa is still using the crib, Alisa is still sleeping in the nursery and has to learn to sleep in a real bed, all of the baby clothes are packed unsorted and unwashed, I don't know where the crib bumper, boppy, baby bouncer or spit-up cloths are and (holy moly) I am still unpacking regular stuff. Oh yeah, and we've hardly broached the subject of a name.

I am not worried too much about getting it all sorted out; that will happen. I am a little bit more worried about my mental state. I am so emotionally unprepared that I haven't put an ounce of thought or energy into preparing. Is something wrong with me?

Well, maybe this "rude awakening" is just that for me: an awakening of the upcoming reality. This will be my start to get things in order and to remind myself that I am going to have to spend inordinate amounts of time, money, and energy caring for a tiny person very soon. I hope I can cope.

I'm Back!

We moved into our new house the day after Thanksgiving and only this week did I get connected to the internet. I don't have time to write a lot right now . . . but hopefully soon. Things have been really busy with Christmas, right? Only two more day--woo-hoo! By the way, the snow here is terrible. Where are all the sunny days I remember?

Alisa's "Dance" Class

Alisa just had parent's day at dance class. It is a little class she takes at a local studio . . . they call the class "two much fun" and, of course, it's for 2 year olds. Every week she goes and they put on various costumes and dance to music. It's different costumes every week! She is going to miss dance class . . . she asks to go all the time. At the end of each class they have a little tea party. Who thought of this!? Someone who has a two year old girl, for sure.

I am the worst photographer and I was having a particularly bad day, especially because half of Alisa's dancing is full on sprinting. So I didn't get the greatest pictures but you get the idea. I want to remember this forever.

Huh!?

The other day, I came home after a lunch and the kids swimming suits were out drying. Huh!? Isn't it the middle of November? Apparently, Diego was fixing a sprinkler head and you know what that leads to . . . .

I didn't think it was really that warm but I guess in was warm ENOUGH.

Moving Update

Whew--moving is a lot of work! We have found a house to rent near Thanksgiving Pointe in Lehi. We will be moving on Thanksgiving day so if anyone is around, come help us unload boxes. . . . or beds, or couches, or bookcases. Diego starts work on Monday and I will be down here by my lonesome until Thanksgiving. I'm tough though, right?

Diego is such a busy bee--he has packed up half the house already and now I am afraid that he is going to pack too much and I won't have anything to live off of. Nicolas asked for a game yesterday and it was GONE. Bless his heart, I have only personally packed one box. Maybe I'm just lazier than him.

Here are a couple of pictures of the house. Maybe it's not much to look at but there's a pool down a little path in the backyard.





So, now I need:

• a preschool
• a pediatrician
• an OB/GYN
• a moving truck
• a renter--Does anyone know anyone who wants to rent a cute house in St. George?

If you have anything that can help me, please let me know.

Gooseberry Mesa

The other day, Diego decided to bike the famous Gooseberry Mesa one more time before we move. Diego has been into biking quite a bit while we've lived here--even going up to 4 times a week. It is one of the perks of living next to the wilderness; we don't have to drive far to get to amazing scenery and trails. However, this particular trail is over an hour drive away, half of it on dirt roads.

Here are a few pictures he took. He was by himself.

Unfortunately, after taking these pictures, he got lost and ending up turning a 12 mile bike ride into 22 miles. (He knows, he had the Garmin.) Four and a half hours later . . . .

Hot Halloween

It was another shorts and t-shirt Halloween. I mean, Diego went trick-or-treating with the kids in shorts and flip-flops and wasn't even remotely cold. However, the ninja and giraffe princess were sweating to death underneath it all. It's so strange being in such a warm place. Of course, the weather has changed and now it is freezing outside.

Incidentally, I am a little bit worried about how my perception of the weather has changed since living in this warm climate. Like, when I say, "freezing," it means it is 60 degrees and you might want a jacket. It wouldn't be a problem if we weren't moving to a colder place but I am seriously a little bit frightened of the cold now. I am afraid that I won't know how to cope with it or something. I know it doesn't make any sense seeing as how I have lived 99% of my life in Utah County but you just forget. For example, my sister in law was telling me that she never buys those pretty black patent shoes for her girls because the shoes have no traction and make them slip on the ice. Ice? I never would have thought of that.

I wonder if my ski coat will fit over my huge belly this winter?