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.