Due date

So here we are. It is Lucy's due date today. She's sleeping on my chest after a busy day of eating, sleeping, watching mommy and daddy play Mario Kart, and 2 photo shoots. I dressed her up and held her up to the window of my old primary class and let the kids see her. Then I went in and shared a bit of our journey. It's so surreal to relive it. I was just trying to survive school, and then I'd relax and enjoy my pregnancy. It's funny, the week I went into labor, I started to write a blog post about how much pregnancy sucked. Swelling, heartburn, and that stress induced heart problem that's just a distant memory. I was not looking forward to getting even bigger (I'd already gained 32 pounds), and knew that the stretch marks would be setting in soon. That all seems so unimportant now. I was celebrating my stretch marks when they finally came in, because it meant she was growing! And every extra day of pregnancy was a blessing. I've barely started to process this whole thing. As amazing as this is, I had always pictured it going so incredibly differently. I was talking to my friend today, and she brought up how if I'd gone full term, I'd be just getting a primary sub, and probably feeling pretty lame and huge, but instead I have a 9 week old. Then she said that most people only get their tiny tiny baby for a few days, and then the newborn stage is over. And I love babies so much, and I get my tiny baby for so much longer than other people. That's really the greatest blessing I could imagine. I've waited so long for this little love, and it took so much to get her here. My house isn't clean, and my hair doesn't get washed as often as it should, and we're eating a little too much Wendy's, but whenever people say "enjoy this time, it goes so fast", Matt and I have decided that we couldn't possibly be enjoying it more. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go stare at my daughter's hands for an hour. Happy due date dear Lucy. We love you very very very very very very very much.

McDonalds is so pointless

So today, we needed to get Matt fed lunch and off to work quickly, and he requested McDonalds. We normally don't eat there much, but he's redeveloped a palate for it after living with a picky co-worker for almost 3 months. And their chicken nuggets are the best around.

So we went and ordered, and had a  good giggle when Matt asked for "That sweet and spicy sauce that you have" and the girl listed off EVERY OTHER SAUCE (ranch, BBQ, spicy mustard, every other sauce that couldn't possibly be it), and finally, after all of us scratching our heads in confusion, her asking "Sweet chili sauce?". Then, when he got his nuggets, it was being advertised RIGHT ON THE CARTON!!

There's more though. Sometimes there's nothing better than a McDonalds cheeseburger. Sodium filled badforyou-ness. Matt got their regular double cheeseburger. I ordered a quarter pounder with cheese, because my guilty pleasure sandwich at Wendy's is a quarter pound single with cheese, and it is sooooo good. And guess what we discovered? Matt's sandwich was 440 calories, 1050 mg of sodium, 23 g of fat, all of that good stuff. It came with onions, pickles, ketchup, two patties, a bun, 2 slices of cheese... $1.69? It was good too, I had to have a bite. My sandwich was 520 calories, 1100 mg of sodium, 26 g of fat, it came with onions, pickles, ketchup, a single patty, a (sesame seed) bun, and 2 slices of cheese. $3.99?!????!!!!!!! WHAT THE HECK MCDONALDS?! Am I REALLY paying over double for SESAME SEEDS??!?!?! My sandwich was not even good!! It was dry and stupid and I had wanted tomatoes and lettuce and mayo, and all of the other good things that go on $3.99 burgers. So I'm mad. Mad at McDonalds for being so stupid, and yet being the largest fast food corporation in the U.S. Mad that I had a stupid lunch. Mad that I wasted over 250 calories (I could only stomach half and decided I would eat lunch at home) and $4 on a pointless burger when I could've had the same thing only better for less than half the price.

Stupid McDonalds. Stick to making crack-filled breakfast sandwiches that are half of our caloric intake for the day (Sausage egg and cheese McGriddle, just thinking about it gives me heartburn).

On another note, I discovered Subway mayo this week, and I think they should sell it in little packets that I can just squirt into my mouth. I might pull of a heist where the only thing I steal is their mayo. Ok, that was a gross mental image, but... seriously. It's so good.

Cutest experience on the planet.

So... We had an experience that will go down for the record books as being the cutest thing that's ever happened thus far in our life.

It's about time that I should start feeling baby. If I press on my stomach, I can tell where baby is, and feel heartbeats (probably the placenta?), but I hadn't felt any little wiggles or anything. Then Tuesday, Matt was pressing on my stomach, and felt two very distinct wiggles/kicks/dance moves. I didn't feel anything except his hand, and I was a little disappointed, but he was over the moon and it was so cute that he got to feel the first wiggles. There probably aren't many daddys who can say that. Then last night, I was going to bed, and I wiggled into my initial position, because I always sleep on my belly first (not flat, one leg propped up so that I don't squish anyone). A couple minutes after I got settled, I felt the EXACT SAME THING happen in my stomach!! It felt like a stretch, a turn, and then some settling. I was so excited!!! Matt came in and we decided that baby couldn't go to sleep yet, so he got his phone out, and we played baby's first song, which we decided would have to be "Twist and Shout" by the Beatles. We thought it would just wake baby back up, but we started dying laughing at the lyrics "C'monc'monc'monc'mon baby now"!!! Then we danced on top of the bed to it, holding it as close to baby as possible, and then settled down (on my stomach again, so that gravity could help) and felt baby's dance moves.

So the very first Wright Baby Dance Party has been held, and it was amazing.





Also, I found these at our local second hand store today. Not enough adjectives to describe how cute they are. They're both 0-3 months. And they were 50 cents each.

Also, I love second hand stores. I went to every single store in town today, looking for maternity clothes, or even just things I could use as maternity wear. There was NOTHING. I found a maxi dress, and a couple of sweaters on clearance, for post-baby wear. Then I went to the second hand store, and found 8 maternity items (5 tops, 3 pants) that all fit me perfectly (and are pre-shrunk) for $20!!! The awesome part is was that I wiped out about half the maternity section. It's like they were set aside just for me. I will be needing more in the near future, but this will keep me from living in yoga pants for a few weeks.


And now, Liverpool's own...

More weird pregnancy stuff....

Ok, did anyone else have a completely stuffed up nose during pregnancy? I blow my nose every time I go to the bathroom, so approximately 1,567 times per day. My poor little nose is as dry as the Sahara. It's not allergies, because it started in January, and I'm currently on Claritin, and it's not a cold, because it started in January and I take about 8 times the daily recommendation of Vitamin C. I asked my doctor about it and he just looked at me like I was crazy, and told me it was a cold or allergies. I've read about a couple of things like this on the internet, but I'm learning not to trust the internet (*gasp*!), because they always leave out the "While this is a sign your baby is dying, it only occurs in .000000075% of pregnancies."

Also, I am struggling with a craving. A massive, mind melting craving where I have literally had to sit on my hands to keep from giving in to. I want coffee. I am no stranger to the nutty, rich goodness of a nice cup of coffee. My dad drank coffee growing up, and I liked to take sips of it to be like him (totally a daddy's girl). In high school, my friends and I used to go out for TCBY in the summer, and coffee in the winter (equal parts french vanilla and hazelnut creamer, YUM!!!). When I joined the LDS church, I gave up a few things, like cleavage-y, midriff showing shirts (aka 3/4 of my wardrobe), swearing like a sailor, and coffee. I've never really missed coffee until now. Now, I could French kiss a stranger to get a fix. Also, it doesn't help that my best friend is a coffee fanatic, and gets the REALLY good kinds of coffee, and her house smells like it a lot of the time. And before you suggest tiramisu, mocha flavored ice cream, or other such nonsense, let me just say that those all sound terrible, and the craving is really only for nice, warm, liquid goodness. *Sigh*. Baby, your mama is fighting a WAR for you.

In other news... I started my last semester of school. 6 weeks to fit in what we normally do in 16. It's going to be a doozy, but I will survive (I am scared, I am petrified, I've now got that song stuck in my head, but I'm alive). AND it's going to be my LAST SEMESTER!!!!! I'm hesitant to put ever, because you never know what craziness life will bring, so I'm just going to say LAST ONE FOR A LONG TIME!!!!!!!!!

This is me, laughing in the face of last semesters. Apparently they're on the ground.  

Actually, it's an outtake from a recent "just for fun" photo shoot with my awesome (even if she drinks coffee in front of me) friend. I encourage you all to try something new (in my case, modeling) and laugh like an old lady (in an old lady outfit) at the results, good or bad. 

That is all. I'm starting to get loopy. Like Apple Jacks. And Cheerios. Coincidentally, I bought both of those today, because cereal is awesome and I like it and baby likes it. Mmmm, gonna go get me a bowl of Apple Jacks. Over and out.

Thuper Thecret Potht....

If you're one of the seven people who checks this on a regular occasion (oxymoron?), then you get to be privy to a little (like 4" long) secret... We're PREGNANT!!!!!! And if these past 5.5 years have taught me anything, it's that pregnant women can be obscenely obnoxious on Facebook. Well, they're just following their natural urges, but to those of us who don't "wash our underwear together and get pregnant"... it's obnoxious. So. I am going to be as obnoxious as I want on my blog. Because then it's a choice to follow my story.

We're 15 weeks tomorrow, whoo hoo!!! The first trimester hasn't been peachy... seven ultrasounds in eight weeks. For some reason, I kept bleeding. It started off small, and I'd rush to the doctor (who, btw, has been awesome in reassuring me, they've never treated me like I'm crazy or paranoid, because by this point, everyone knows I'm not), and we'd do an ultrasound and see a heartbeat, and kicks, and wiggles, and be all reassured and happy, and they'd say "don't do XYZ" so I wouldn't do XYZ, and a few days later, I'd bleed more. That's how it went. Three of those ultrasounds were routine, and four were preceded by hysteria. So the doctor is keeping a close eye on me. I go in for a check-up every two weeks (which the doctor wants to maintain throughout the pregnancy, yay!!), I was on Progesterone until 13 weeks, and we have lots of cute, grainy little pictures to reassure us. I've gotten to the point that I don't really believe my baby is still there unless we're in the middle of an ultrasound or a Doppler screening. Needless to say, I'm really looking forward to feeling wiggles someday.

Anyways, I've gotten some pretty fantastic pregnancy brain and cravings. The first trimester, I couldn't get enough fruit. This is a picture of a typical grocery cart...

After this though, veggies got pretty gross. Luckily, Amy gave me her old juicer so I could chug some celery-carrot-apple juice down. 

Then, it turned to PIZZAAAAAA!!!!!! Matt did not want to go to our ward party just because they were serving pizza. I had seven pieces of pizza on my plate, and everyone who knew thought that was hilarious. It was pretty bad. I was going to write an "Ode to Pizza" post, but thought that might be a little obvious. 

These days... the weirdness has started. I was DYING for an American cheese grilled sandwich. Processed, non-cheesy disgustingness. So I bought a little 12 pack of preservative slices, and it has been amazing. And jalapenos. I cannot get enough. Normally, I like a little spice occasionally, but this is beyond anything I've ever known. Taco Bell Lava Nachos, Spicy Hula pizza, Subway sandwiches with extra jalapenos... I'm drooling. 

Also, a couple of instances of pregnancy brain... the other day, I brought home a case of toilet paper, and proceeded to put it in the fridge. Then, I was holding a really really newborn baby (I resisted the urge to steal her), and was asking her mother how many kids she had. She said eight, and I said "Oh.... is she the eighth?".... because maybe some people don't start counting the kids until they're a year old. That was my thought process. Oh dear. How am I going to survive the last semester of school?! 

Happy wiggles!!! P.S. Right after I took this photo (today, officially in a maternity skirt!), Matt was like "Wow, you're going to get huge if that's how much you're showing already!" Silly boy. He also HATES anything with an empire waistline, saying it looks too "maternity". But he turned to me a couple of weeks ago and said that he was probably going to start LOVING maternity wear on me, because of the implications. He really is the sweetest person, and soooo very excited to be a daddy. And who could ask for a more fantastic daddy?!

Oh mother, who art thou...

I just had a really funny experience involving my mother. My mother is a long story, but let's just say, in all most ways we are polar opposites. So anyway, last fall my mother's GED program that she worked for lost it's funding, and she had to be let go. This started a sad time in her life when she had to work at McDonald's, and couldn't buy birthday presents for her children (we are alike in that we love buying presents for people). I knew she felt terribly guilty about this, and today she came to make amends. Matt's birthday was recently, and she got him a present (long-burning candles and stormproof matches, she and her boyfriend are conspiracy theorists... like I said, long story), and she said there was another part to his present. So when she said today "I have a present for you" I figured it was this mysterious second part. She showed up with two gift bags full of purses, and said that one of them was for me. I spotted a pink lacy one and a zebra striped one, and silently prayed that the lacy one was for me. Turns out, it WAS!!

It's not my favorite ever, but I'll definitely wear it in public! (Unlike several other things she's bought for me *ahem* purple Crocs?!) Here's the punchline... My mom was delighted that I liked it, and then explained how she picked it out. She asked herself "Which of these is the ugliest one, that's probably the one Bronwyn will like"!!!!! I'm so glad she's finally figured that out. 

To demonstrate that this was probably the only purse in that store I would even remotely consider, I give you... the purses selected for my sisters.

Moriah likes purple, so she gets this classy little eyesore that made me want to die. 

I couldn't find a picture that resembled Keirwyth's purse (it's black with silver horses and too much bling) so here is a purse taken off of the store's Facebook page, demonstrating the level of taste.

This one is for Onnah. I tried to hint as hard as I could that I thought Onnah might enjoy something a bit more feminine...

So there it is. How disappointingly un-blingified mine is in retrospect. 

P.S. My mother's current purse is a patchwork number with sequined butterflies and purple horses. 

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure my sisters' taste levels are more similar to mine, they're just much less vocal about it than I am. 

Going crazy...

Matt and I have been house hunting since last fall. Not in any hurry, just thought that since he has an awesome job and we can afford to, we should stop renting. We ran across one little number and made an offer, and it got bought out from under us :-( After not having any offers for six months, another offer comes in the week we want it, of course. In the past couple of weeks we've come across a couple that we would've loved, but they were already under contract.

BUT today, we may be going crazy. Check this bad boy out.

http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/117-W-Adams-Ave_Riverton_WY_82501_M85340-59711?row=85

There are approximately 8 different types of flooring, including 2 awful 1970's carpet shades

 3 different types of hardwood

Brand new

Not so brand new (and check out the faux wood siding!)

 Possibly original (house built in 1917)

Mini tile in half the entryway, old wood floor in the other half, "transitions" to newer hardwood in the first living room....


There's snakeskinish laminate in the bathroom.

There's a BLUE bedroom. Even the ceiling is blue. (This is the other carpet. Classy!!)

It's yellow on the outside (I LOVE yellow, just not for houses). AND it's two doors down from the detox center (where our resident alcoholic population can go to get meals and sober up and have a safe, warm place to sleep). The back yard is tiny, and made of dirt. The landscaping is bushes running rampant. The basement is too short for a Matt Wright to stand up in. And we LOOOVE IT!!!!!! Both of us have this insane draw to it. I saw it online and immediately made an appointment to see it. Matt got there first, and called me to say "No. No way. Not even.". And then we walked through it, and it's quirky, and it's fun, and all of the problems are cosmetic, and the kitchen is awesome,

The floor plan is wacky, but so are we. It's on a through street, and next to some lots that are zoned commercial, but who cares!! If we live there for 5 years, we might have a bike rider, and there's a bike path right before the detox center. (Plus, don't tell the rural development people, but there's a little house in the back that we could fix up and rent out. It's so darling, and would be so fun!). Our realtor was laughing at us, and telling us she was worried about us, but when it's right it's right!! We shall pray about it, and keep y'all posted.

A humerus post...

A little Anatomy pun for you there.

So, this semester, I'm taking Anatomy. And it is AWESOME!!! Well... we haven't gotten to the dissecting kitties part, and there was a fetal skull... but so far it's been cool. There hasn't been a single mention of interest rates, or the stock market... it's just refreshing. I am in love with how the human body fits together. Think of the ribcage. It keeps all of the super super super important stuff like heart and lung protected, while it stops just short enough so that we can bend over and twist and move our trunks around. And fingerprints? Those are developed in utero, by the baby running it's super pliable skin up and down it's mommy's insides in a totally unique pattern, forming little, permanent ridges. Ridiculously cool. Did you know that bones have blood vessels running through them, so that when you break a bone hard enough, it actually bleeds? Or that bones are just as dynamic as skin, just on a much slower scale. Your femur is completely replaced every 6-10 years.

Anyways. I thought I'd get back to blogging. Not that there's anything exciting happening in our lives. But looking back, it's good to have ANYTHING documented. So I will just add that I have been in a deep depression for the past year, that my good doctors have kindly fixed for me. Just have to speak up and let people know how much you're hurting sometimes. I highly recommend it.

Also, here's a picture of the humerus. Look at how awesome the elbow joint is!! It's specifically built so that your arm can fully extend, and then bend almost completely in half.