Lions, Tigers, and PURSES! OH MY!

I woke in a sweat. My breath was labored....I had just had a nightmare. This wasn't any old nightmare though. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I layed awake for another half hour or more thinking about it and letting my mind go wild. Finally when sleep took over again, I had a very similar dream it was awful. I woke myself up that time, thought more about it and then feared going back to sleep and letting the "monster" take over my dreams again!

This monster wasn't your typical nightmare demon. No, in fact it is my obsession, my love....My nightmares were about purses!! I know that you are probably thinking that this must be some kind of joke now at this point, but honest to goodness I really had the most awful nights sleep in a long long time due to the disturbance of my dreams. I will not bore you with the details, most likely they won't make sense anyways as dreams seldom do; but just know that I was seriously having nightmares about purses.

I think I might have issues.......

SURPRISE, not really, wait yes really!!

Weeks ago, my friend Emily invited me to go shopping because there was this awesome baby sale...However every time I'd ask what store or where, she never had answers. Well as time got closer I realized I totally could NOT go shopping. I don't have money so for me to go shopping would be pointless, in my world there is no such thing as 'window shopping'. Joe was adamant about me going. At first I figured it was just because I don't go out all the time like I used to, so I just explained that I didn't really want to because I wouldn't have fun shopping if I didn't have money...what was the point? After he kept pushing the issue, I realized that he wanted me out of the house...I got a little excited because he'd been talking about a piano and dishwasher lately so I suspected that maybe he'd gotten me one and wanted to have it in the house for when I returned. So I said I'd go...but then I kept going back and forth, I didn't want to go. Finally the time for the sale came up and I really really didn't want to go. I had to explain it to Joe that it was like me telling an alcoholic to go to the bar, smell the alcohol watch other drink it, but don't taste it or drink any. Freaking near impossible, right? He kept pushing, but finally I convinced him that there was really no way I was going to go. I'd either say that Ivy or myself got sick and wasn't going to make it. (I get in these moods lately where I really don't want to go out, not even just for lunch or for anything...I just want to stay home, alone. I guess I was in one of those moments). So then as his last resort, he told me that my friends had planned a surprise baby shower for me. I felt very guilty for being selfish and not wanting to go out with my friends...so it was a good thing that he told me to prep me and get me in a good mood for the next day so that I wouldn't be in a "dreadful" mood.
We got to my mom's house to 'pick up a friend who was going to go shopping with us' but there wasn't any cars, so at that point I figured that we must be the first ones to get there and everyone would show up later...my friends do tend to always be late so this made sense to me. We walked down the hallway to sit in the living room and "SURPRISE" there was a room full, full, of people. It was a surprise! I had expected only a small group of my friends to be there, not my gramma's, aunts, cousins, co-workers, out-of-town friends, mom's friends. It was so awesome! I really was surprised without being totally thrown off guard and risk embarrasement. My friends are great, and of course so is my mom for helping them and supplying a place to have it. I got so many wonderful gifts...I had the big things from Ivy so now I think I'm totally set and ready to have this baby. We got plenty of clothes, jammies, blankets and necessities. The nice thing is too, we got a good variety of sizes so it'll last the first year...Remember this Trichelle, you have plenty to get you through the first year!
I had a blast and am so glad that so many people came out to support me. It was really one of the best surprises ever!

My little girl isn't so little anymore...

Dum dum da dum...Dum dum da dum...dum dum da dum dum da dum dum da dum.....
Ivy has just informed me that today she was asked to marry Noah. He's her friend at Daycare. She was very giddy and so excited...I thought I was entitled to at least 18 years. I asked her if I could tell Joe, to which she eagerly said "Yes, tell him like this, 'Joooee come here'". Joe immediately asked Ivy his full name so he could be on guard and maybe throw a few punches at this kid for taking our little Ivy. She got heartbroken and begged Joe not to.
It was so funny though, she said that he is her boyfriend and that he did try to kiss her, but she didn't kiss him. The whole time she's telling me everything she's so excited and laughing, such a silly girly laugh...maybe the way she will when she's older, much much older. I started to sing "Ivy and Noah sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G..." She didn't want me to stop when it was over and asked "again?...again?"
It is funny to me that it starts at such a young age. I'd better start teaching her that boys have cooties and they like to eat dirt and pick their noses...hopefully that'll prevent her from getting so excited over her little boyfriend Noah.

FAT BROAD!!

Fat: having too much flabby tissue
Broad: Slang.

a.	Usually Offensive. a woman.

b.	a promiscuous woman.

I left laughing so hard, Ivy couldn't figure out what was so funny. I nearly had tears rolling down my cheeks. He said "Fat Broad" I tried to explain to Ivy. However, to a 3 year old those words together have no meaning. "He called me a 'Fat Broad' " I continued to try to explain.

I had shown my ID and the man looked at me and said "There is NO way in hell you are this 'Fat Broad'". It was me, it is me...I just renewed my license last September, exactly 1 year ago. That's really not that long ago. He then made me recite my address, license number, birthday, full name, and mother's maiden name (no, that is not on a driver's license). What a difference from what I've been getting lately (the comments on how large I am with the pregnancy). Then he said "$hi#, most girls get fat when they get pregnant, but you get skinny." Compliment/Insult in one! I'll just focus on the silver lining of that comment...after all I did laugh pretty hard.

Thirsty?

Got Milk?


Cuz I do!! Yes, it is disgusting. I've still got 9 weeks left and I'm already lactating. In the words of the famous Marilyn Manson "We're all stars now, in the freak show". Or at least I am...yuck!! It sure is crazy the transformations that my body is experiencing that make me feel so...so...freakishly weird.

Just figured that you would all love to hear what is going on underneath my shirts while you could be talking to me... LOL!! Now you will think of that when we do converse.

MOOOOO.

Inspiration from my Angel

I was getting Ivy dressed the other night for bed and hurrying to clean up before we climbed in bed. Ivy leaned over (out of nowhere) and says, "Mommy, Heavenly Father was crying when you were." I had to stop for a second to process what she'd said. I had no idea where that sweet comment came from because it's been weeks since I'd cried, so I asked her to repeat what she'd said. I think she thought that I was mad or something because she wouldn't say it again. But after I asked her a few more times, she told me "you know the time when you were sad? Heavenly Father was sad too, seeing you cry makes him cry Mommy." What a little sweet heart, huh? She knows more than she realizes. What truth she said, and now that it's been a few days I realize that it is what I needed to hear, even though I've felt really good the last few weeks maybe it's to help prevent another out break....gotta love these little angels.

Roughing it!

One tent, 2 blankets, an out house, cooking over the fire and outdoor grill. Yes, I did it. I went camping. I haven't been in quite a few years...about 6 I think. So be proud of me huh?! However did I mention that we had a huge air mattress, the outhouse had a flushing toilet, and Dad did all the cooking over the fire? Maybe my "roughing it" was so rough?! LOL. However I will still consider it "roughing it".

We went up to Bear Lake for Labor Day weekend with my family. We had so much fun. Ivy loved it. I suggested to Joe that next summer we just spend every weekend camping, then we wouldn't have to think of anything to entertain ourselves. Ivy can just play in the dirt and I'll just sit and relax, while he does whatever he wants. Sounded like a good idea to me.

It was fun watching Ivy play with the sand toys in the dirt, making us all such yummy food to eat. She also enjoyed sitting with Papa reading stories and following Grammy around everywhere. She really does love to be my mom's little side kick and as long as grammy can feed her and get her dressed and basically just do everything for her, she's in heaven!

We had a good time on the boat. Joe kneeboarded for his first time. I couldn't do anything water sport wise, so I just enjoyed watching everyone else have a good time. The water was freezing, so it's ok that I couldn't do much.

Oh- yah, well I did stay in the tent the entire weekend, even when it started to rain. I was tempted to sneak in the trailer to sleep but was determined to stay in the tent. Our things got a little wet, but the blankets were only wet on Joe's side; which had it been mine he'd have switched them so that my side was dry. He's very considerate like that.

Anyways, it was a very fun weekend and I'm glad we were able to go.