And yes, I take too many pictures, but hey it's my privilege!
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Many Faces of P1
And yes, I take too many pictures, but hey it's my privilege!
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Wear Your Pants to Church Day - A Childish Dream Come True
So apparently this Sunday is "Wear your Pants to Church Day," so I thought I would put my 2 cents out there.
As a child, I hated wearing dresses! As soon as church was over I would change into pants. I would have loved to wear pants to church like the boys did. I was very much a tomboy. I wanted to go on all the camping trips like the boys did for scouts, instead of the once a year the young women got to go to camp. Simply put, I wanted to do all the things the boys got to do.
But the thing is, I grew up. I love being a woman. I wouldn't trade it for anything. It took time to understand it and embrace it. And I have always felt loved and respected in the LDS Church. If anything, I honestly feel like women are given more respect than men in the LDS church. Just listen to the talks in General Conference and you will hear them speak of their deep love and respect for women.
The point is that while it is a dream come true to wear pants to church, it is a childish dream of mine. And I am not a child anymore. As a woman, I will be wearing a dress to church this Sunday. Church is supposed to be about worshiping God, not making statements. And for me, it is important to dress my best on Sunday. And my best is a dress.
As a child, I hated wearing dresses! As soon as church was over I would change into pants. I would have loved to wear pants to church like the boys did. I was very much a tomboy. I wanted to go on all the camping trips like the boys did for scouts, instead of the once a year the young women got to go to camp. Simply put, I wanted to do all the things the boys got to do.
But the thing is, I grew up. I love being a woman. I wouldn't trade it for anything. It took time to understand it and embrace it. And I have always felt loved and respected in the LDS Church. If anything, I honestly feel like women are given more respect than men in the LDS church. Just listen to the talks in General Conference and you will hear them speak of their deep love and respect for women.
The point is that while it is a dream come true to wear pants to church, it is a childish dream of mine. And I am not a child anymore. As a woman, I will be wearing a dress to church this Sunday. Church is supposed to be about worshiping God, not making statements. And for me, it is important to dress my best on Sunday. And my best is a dress.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The Adventures of P1
Here's how the adventures of a handsome boy named (in this blog) Project 1 (or P1 for short) began...
At my 36, 38, 39 and 40 week prenatal visits, my midwife checked to see if I was progressing towards labor. At my 39 week check-up, my midwife was delivering twins so another doctor in the office did my check-up. Then at my 40 week visit, my midwife was again delivering a baby. Funny how this never happened at any of the other prenatal visits. At 40 weeks though, I decided I needed to visit with my actual midwife so I waited for her. Even at 40 weeks it looked like I was no where close to going into labor on my own. So we tentatively scheduled for me to be induced on October 24.
Well, on my due date (Oct. 16) my friend had her baby girl! She was due on the 24th, so we thought it was pretty funny that it looked like we were switching due dates. This was my friend's 3rd child, and she had once mentioned to me how she craves cinnamon after having a baby. So instead of having a baby on the 16th, I decided to make cinnamon rolls for her! It was my first attempt at ever making them, but I thought they turned out well!
I started taking long walks up and down the hills in Bountiful hoping to kick-start labor. The walks would cause my Braxton Hicks contractions to start being a lot more regular, but after a few hours they would start going away.
On October 18th, my midwife called me to let me know that she would be up in the Uintahs for the next few days. She gave me her cell phone number and told me to call her before I go to the hospital if I go into labor.
On October 19th, I decided I wanted Costa Vida for dinner. So PE and I walked down the hill to Costa Vida and shared a burrito. I was having pretty regular Braxton Hicks at this point in time (about every 5 minutes). After dinner, PE mentioned that he really wanted to get fries and bring them home so he could eat them with mayo and our chilean hot sauce. So we walked further down the hill to Wendy's and bought some fries. The walk back up the hill was a bit harder on me. My contractions were getting a little more intense, but I still wasn't sure if I was in labor or not. We made it back to our apartment and ate french fries w/ mayo & hot sauce while I kept track of how close together my contractions were. We were rudely interrupted by a salesman at this point in time. PE answered the door and let the guy give his sales pitch. The salesman could see me on the couch through the doorway and so he kept trying to drag me into the conversation, and I was a bit terse with him. I really wanted to tell him to go away and leave us alone because I was going to have a baby!!! Well, the salesman finally took "no" for an answer (after the 100th time), and left us alone.
My contractions were 3-5 minutes apart, but I still wasn't sure if they were real contractions or just braxton hicks because they weren't painful. We decided to try to get some sleep, and PE told me we couldn't go to the hospital until after midnight (so that insurance doesn't charge us for an extra day). I didn't sleep at all because my contractions were getting more intense. So once it was midnight, I woke PE up and told him that I thought we needed to go to the hospital. He told me to call my midwife to see what she thought. I tried calling her twice but just got her voicemail.
So we left for the hospital and arrived there at 12:51 am. They took me up to labor and delivery and hooked me up to the monitors. Based on my contraction pattern, I was in labor but when they checked me, I was still completely closed! But they let us stay at the hospital and gave me some medicine to space out the contractions since my contractions were right on top of each other. They also put me on oxygen for the baby's sake. The nurse kept calling my midwife, but couldn't reach her until 5 am. She told them to start me on pitocin at 8 am. So at 8 am I was measuring at a 2 and so they put me on pitocin. My midwife came in around 10:30 am. She checked me and I was at a 3.5, so she broke my water and kept me on pitocin. We ended up switching delivery rooms at this point in time so I could use the nice jacuzzi tub to help cope with the pain.
Well, they couldn't get the portable monitors to work so they ended up having to pull me out of the tub (but it wasn't really helping anyways). At this point in time they thought I still had ~6 hours left and I knew that I couldn't handle the pain for 6 more hours so I asked for an epidural. They got the epidural in pretty fast and it was a relief. Shortly after the doctors/nurses left the room, I felt like I needed to switch over to my right side. My nurse came in to help with that, but she decided to check me. She said that the baby's head was really low so she called my midwife in and she checked me and said that I was at completion. Suddenly we had a bunch of nurses in the room getting everything ready for the baby. If I had known how close I was, I probably wouldn't have gotten the epidural!
I pushed for somewhere between 5-10 contractions, and our baby boy entered the world at 12:46 pm! He came into the world screaming. They wiped him off and gave him to me to hold. They then did a wellness check on him and measured him. He was 8 lbs 12 oz and 21.5" long! Then I was able to breastfeed him, and PE and I were able to enjoy our little boy. About an hour later a nurse came in to see if I could get up and walk yet. But I still couldn't feel my legs at all. Turns out that they forgot to turn off the epidural! So we had to wait in the delivery room for a few more hours before I could feel my legs and walk.
We called our parents/siblings around 3 pm to tell them the good news. My dad didn't believe me when I told him he needed to come see his grandbaby. So we had visitors off and on for the next 2 days. It also took us the whole time we were at the hospital to decide on a name for our baby boy. But after seeing him and sleeping on several names, we finally decided on a good name for him.
We love our baby boy very much and we are so grateful to have him in our family!
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At my 36, 38, 39 and 40 week prenatal visits, my midwife checked to see if I was progressing towards labor. At my 39 week check-up, my midwife was delivering twins so another doctor in the office did my check-up. Then at my 40 week visit, my midwife was again delivering a baby. Funny how this never happened at any of the other prenatal visits. At 40 weeks though, I decided I needed to visit with my actual midwife so I waited for her. Even at 40 weeks it looked like I was no where close to going into labor on my own. So we tentatively scheduled for me to be induced on October 24.
Well, on my due date (Oct. 16) my friend had her baby girl! She was due on the 24th, so we thought it was pretty funny that it looked like we were switching due dates. This was my friend's 3rd child, and she had once mentioned to me how she craves cinnamon after having a baby. So instead of having a baby on the 16th, I decided to make cinnamon rolls for her! It was my first attempt at ever making them, but I thought they turned out well!
I started taking long walks up and down the hills in Bountiful hoping to kick-start labor. The walks would cause my Braxton Hicks contractions to start being a lot more regular, but after a few hours they would start going away.
On October 18th, my midwife called me to let me know that she would be up in the Uintahs for the next few days. She gave me her cell phone number and told me to call her before I go to the hospital if I go into labor.
On October 19th, I decided I wanted Costa Vida for dinner. So PE and I walked down the hill to Costa Vida and shared a burrito. I was having pretty regular Braxton Hicks at this point in time (about every 5 minutes). After dinner, PE mentioned that he really wanted to get fries and bring them home so he could eat them with mayo and our chilean hot sauce. So we walked further down the hill to Wendy's and bought some fries. The walk back up the hill was a bit harder on me. My contractions were getting a little more intense, but I still wasn't sure if I was in labor or not. We made it back to our apartment and ate french fries w/ mayo & hot sauce while I kept track of how close together my contractions were. We were rudely interrupted by a salesman at this point in time. PE answered the door and let the guy give his sales pitch. The salesman could see me on the couch through the doorway and so he kept trying to drag me into the conversation, and I was a bit terse with him. I really wanted to tell him to go away and leave us alone because I was going to have a baby!!! Well, the salesman finally took "no" for an answer (after the 100th time), and left us alone.
My contractions were 3-5 minutes apart, but I still wasn't sure if they were real contractions or just braxton hicks because they weren't painful. We decided to try to get some sleep, and PE told me we couldn't go to the hospital until after midnight (so that insurance doesn't charge us for an extra day). I didn't sleep at all because my contractions were getting more intense. So once it was midnight, I woke PE up and told him that I thought we needed to go to the hospital. He told me to call my midwife to see what she thought. I tried calling her twice but just got her voicemail.
So we left for the hospital and arrived there at 12:51 am. They took me up to labor and delivery and hooked me up to the monitors. Based on my contraction pattern, I was in labor but when they checked me, I was still completely closed! But they let us stay at the hospital and gave me some medicine to space out the contractions since my contractions were right on top of each other. They also put me on oxygen for the baby's sake. The nurse kept calling my midwife, but couldn't reach her until 5 am. She told them to start me on pitocin at 8 am. So at 8 am I was measuring at a 2 and so they put me on pitocin. My midwife came in around 10:30 am. She checked me and I was at a 3.5, so she broke my water and kept me on pitocin. We ended up switching delivery rooms at this point in time so I could use the nice jacuzzi tub to help cope with the pain.
Well, they couldn't get the portable monitors to work so they ended up having to pull me out of the tub (but it wasn't really helping anyways). At this point in time they thought I still had ~6 hours left and I knew that I couldn't handle the pain for 6 more hours so I asked for an epidural. They got the epidural in pretty fast and it was a relief. Shortly after the doctors/nurses left the room, I felt like I needed to switch over to my right side. My nurse came in to help with that, but she decided to check me. She said that the baby's head was really low so she called my midwife in and she checked me and said that I was at completion. Suddenly we had a bunch of nurses in the room getting everything ready for the baby. If I had known how close I was, I probably wouldn't have gotten the epidural!
I pushed for somewhere between 5-10 contractions, and our baby boy entered the world at 12:46 pm! He came into the world screaming. They wiped him off and gave him to me to hold. They then did a wellness check on him and measured him. He was 8 lbs 12 oz and 21.5" long! Then I was able to breastfeed him, and PE and I were able to enjoy our little boy. About an hour later a nurse came in to see if I could get up and walk yet. But I still couldn't feel my legs at all. Turns out that they forgot to turn off the epidural! So we had to wait in the delivery room for a few more hours before I could feel my legs and walk.
We called our parents/siblings around 3 pm to tell them the good news. My dad didn't believe me when I told him he needed to come see his grandbaby. So we had visitors off and on for the next 2 days. It also took us the whole time we were at the hospital to decide on a name for our baby boy. But after seeing him and sleeping on several names, we finally decided on a good name for him.
We love our baby boy very much and we are so grateful to have him in our family!
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Chilean Independence Day Celebration
PE and I have been busy in the kitchen the last week! September 18th was Chilean Independence Day, and we celebrate every year by cooking yummy chilean food. This year we added a few new things, and planned on having lot's of people over on Friday and Saturday to enjoy the food with us. We didn't have as many people come as we had counted on, so we had plenty of leftovers.
Empanadas are a classic that we do every year. We make the classic beef empanadas and we do some cheese empanadas. They are a fair amount of work to make, but are definitely worth it!
We also make completos every year. They are a lot simpler to make. Fry a hot dog, put it in a good bun, add guacamole, tomatoes, mayo w/ lime, and hot sauce. Delicious!
Empanadas are a classic that we do every year. We make the classic beef empanadas and we do some cheese empanadas. They are a fair amount of work to make, but are definitely worth it!
We also make completos every year. They are a lot simpler to make. Fry a hot dog, put it in a good bun, add guacamole, tomatoes, mayo w/ lime, and hot sauce. Delicious!
This year we tried making a new dessert called "Torta de Mil Hojas," or a thousand-layer cake. Basically it's layers of pie-like crust stuck together with dulce de leche (basically caramel). Instead of making one big cake that is about 14 layers thick, we made smaller ones that were 4 layers thick. They took a fair amount of time to make, but they were yummy!
We had a few other dishes like repullo, ensalada de papas, and mote, but I didn't get any pictures of those. All in all, it was a very successful chilean day celebration!
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Favorite Part
Favorite part of pregnancy:
Being able to feel (with my hand) a little foot pressing against my belly.
Only a few layers of skin and muscle separate us, can't wait to meet this baby!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Ready for Baby?
I hit 35 weeks yesterday! And are we ready for the baby? Yes, and no...
PE and I are a pretty laid back couple. We have a TON of friends also expecting little ones, and most of them already have their nurseries set up, names picked out, etc. (And many are due months after us!!!) If you come to our apartment and want to see the nursery, we will show you our 2nd bedroom which looks nothing at all like a nursery. There's not even a crib in there yet! And do we have a name picked out? Or at least a small list of names we both like? Nope!
Well, good news is that I finally bought a crib! It will get here sometime in the next 2 weeks. Setting up a crib at week 37 isn't cutting it too close is it? :) We're actually not planning on using the crib at first, so it really doesn't matter.
So I think at first glance it doesn't seem like we are prepared at all. I know that we won't have the cutest nursery, but it will be functional. I know that eventually (probably at the hospital) we will finally pick a good name for our baby. Although PE thinks we should just wait until they are old enough to pick a name for themselves...
But I think we are ready in the ways that really matter. I think we have a strong, healthy marriage. I'm glad that we have had the past 4 years to build and strengthen our relationship, and I know that it is the right time for us to add children to our family.
We have no illusions that raising children will be easy. But we are ready for it. I like to say that we are ready to experience the rude awakening of parenthood.
And I hope I don't make it sound like we are dreading it, because we're not. We are really excited for this baby. I'm excited to be a mom, and to see PE be a dad. We just don't have any false illusions of how easy or perfect everything will be. It'll be hard and challenging, but PE and I are always up for a good challenge!
PE and I are a pretty laid back couple. We have a TON of friends also expecting little ones, and most of them already have their nurseries set up, names picked out, etc. (And many are due months after us!!!) If you come to our apartment and want to see the nursery, we will show you our 2nd bedroom which looks nothing at all like a nursery. There's not even a crib in there yet! And do we have a name picked out? Or at least a small list of names we both like? Nope!
Well, good news is that I finally bought a crib! It will get here sometime in the next 2 weeks. Setting up a crib at week 37 isn't cutting it too close is it? :) We're actually not planning on using the crib at first, so it really doesn't matter.
So I think at first glance it doesn't seem like we are prepared at all. I know that we won't have the cutest nursery, but it will be functional. I know that eventually (probably at the hospital) we will finally pick a good name for our baby. Although PE thinks we should just wait until they are old enough to pick a name for themselves...
But I think we are ready in the ways that really matter. I think we have a strong, healthy marriage. I'm glad that we have had the past 4 years to build and strengthen our relationship, and I know that it is the right time for us to add children to our family.
We have no illusions that raising children will be easy. But we are ready for it. I like to say that we are ready to experience the rude awakening of parenthood.
And I hope I don't make it sound like we are dreading it, because we're not. We are really excited for this baby. I'm excited to be a mom, and to see PE be a dad. We just don't have any false illusions of how easy or perfect everything will be. It'll be hard and challenging, but PE and I are always up for a good challenge!
Monday, August 27, 2012
Tut, Tut, Looks Like Rain!
My mother-in-law and sister-in-law threw me a "Winnie the Pooh" baby shower on Saturday.
The food all had "Winnie the Pooh" tie-ins. I think the funniest one was that they called the ham "Piglet."
Sister-in-law and Mother-in-law
My roommate from college was able to come!
Beautiful quilt made by my grandma, the picture doesn't do it justice!
4 Generations! But is the 4th one also a girl???
My mom's side of the family
My dad's side of the family
My side of the family likes to take lots of pictures. PE's side of the family was also there, I promise!
Adorable Mickey Mouse quilt made by my college roommate!
Carseat from my mom, and cover from my Aunt. I feel like there should be a baby in there!!!
This baby is already quite spoiled! We received so much from family, thank you!!!
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