Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Well, I did it. I chopped off my hair! 6 inches to be exact. It was quite exhilarating. I didn't realize just how much hair I had until I saw 3 people cutting it.

It comes just below my chin and I am loving this freedom!

The hairdresser at first refused to chop it off when I told her what I wanted. I then explained to her that I have a 1 year old and another on the way. She then accepted my wishes and everyone got to work!

After 2 1/2 hours, the cut was complete and I was a new woman! I've had short hair before, but I didn't cut off as much to get there...it's usually a gradual thing.

I'd post pictures, but I'll save you the horror of the pregnancy zits and 3 month flab that has taken over my body.

In other news Braelynn has joined a play group. There are 5 other little kids that meet every Thursday for 3 hours and all of us moms take turns watching them. It's nice to get that little break. It's amazing how much you can get done in 3 consecutive hours of uninterrupted work!

Kent has been really busy meeting with bankrupt companies and putting together deals. He's really enjoying this new direction in his "career."

Other than that we are just gearing up for the holidays. Halloween has never been big for either of us, but we did get Braelynn into a little sailor outfit for a few hours. I wanted her to be a ladybug, but I locked the 2 of us out of the house that day for a few hours and got a little behind. Whoops!

Baby Photos!

Phew- I think I made it through my 1st trimester :) This one has been rough. With Braeylnn I was only sick once and that was more food poisoning than anything else. I kinda lost track of how many times I puked, but I think it was about 10 times.

What I did enjoy though, was the fact that I was NOT an emotional basket-case this time! No crying over Chipotle...didn't care about pepperoni touching my pizza...and I didn't lose it when I couldn't find anything to read in Border's :) The only time I have cried in the last 12 weeks was when Kent and I watched "Letters to God," a really sad movie, so it was justified.

I have gone to the doctor twice now. As cute as Dr. Eddy is, I decided that it wasn't fair to Kent to watch me get all googley-eyed at my OB. I found another doctor and the office is AMAZING! It is set up like a movie theater. Each room has a different movie theme (last week was Westerns, this week was The King and I). They play old classic musicals and Disney movies.

Today we went again and had an Ultrasound. It took some digging to find Braelynn, but this one was all set for the photo-op! As soon as they put the little wand on me the baby was there! This pregnancy has yet to feel real. We haven't "talked" to the baby or anything, but now that we've seen the little one that may change.

We also have an official due date! April 27th.

Everything looks good so far.

"Fall"

My husband is so wonderful...blah blah blah.

Can I complain now? It is so hot!

At first I thought, "oh, it's because I'm pregnant." Then, I actually looked at the numbers. I'M NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!!!

Normal:

What the hell is this??? Thursday? Seriously 107?

I want to open my windows. I want to take a walk this weekend between sessions of conference. I don't want to kick myself for forgetting the ice packs for Braelynn's car seat. I want to wear a hoodie to the grocery store.

And ugh that reminds me. The grocery store...great. For the next 2 weeks Chandler schools are on fall break AND the snowbirds are back. These are my least 2 favorite weeks of the year even when it's in the 80s.

I'm going to go turn my A/C down and take a nap until it cools off...whenever that happens!

Can I Just Say...

How wonderful my husband is?

This has not been a very fun pregnancy. I know I complained A LOT last time, but this time around has definitely given me something to complain about. I am actually relieved that I get to throw up this time :(

I've spent many days flat on my back, holding down the couch in case gravity fails, and Kent has been busy being super-dad to Braelynn and Mr. Mom to me.

Yesterday he cleaned the house! We've lived here almost 3 years, so I chuckled a little when he asked where we keep the mop. Underneath it all though I was so grateful for him.

He works hard all day, just to "come home" and NOT get dinner. I don't think I've cooked in 2 weeks and he hasn't complained once.

He understands when I say "don't touch me" and then when I get upset because he isn't rubbing my back he doesn't say a thing. He just starts rubbing.

Last night he took care of Braelynn so that I could go to Women's Conference at church. He took her to the park, gave her a bath, read her a story, fed her, and put her to bed. I know these are all things that should go without saying, but I just love that I have a husband who does these things without needing it to be explained. He just knows what to do. I don't have to worry that he's got the BYU game on, tuning the baby out, who has just given herself permanent marker tattoos or anything (you know the stories).

Thank you Kent and I love you so much!