41 Weeks...

Yes, it's true, I am still pregnant. For the moment. I am going to be induced tomorrow evening, so this may be the last time you see this belly. I've grown rather fond of it in the last several months, but I think I'll be okay with having the baby on the outside rather than in. It's starting to sink in, though, that this is it.

In many ways, it is a blessing that I have gone a week over. We have had a week to fix up our town home that we wouldn't have had if the baby had arrived on time. My mom and I have spent the week painting, stripping wallpaper, masking and cleaning. Jon has also put in several hours after work each day. The carpet layers are coming tomorrow morning, and once that is done...we can move in! Amazing, I think! We've accomplished a LOT in a week.

I'm a little bit nervous about being induced. We start tomorrow at 8pm in hopes that she will arrive sometime on Tuesday (which is my doctor's day at the hospital). We would appreciate your prayers as we go through this adventure.

False alarm!

After two false alarms in four days, I have decided I'm never going to the hospital again. I would rather have this baby at home than be patronized by arrogant nurses and insensitive doctors.

And I would like to let my body know that contractions (especially regular, frequent, painful ones) are supposed to actually do something.

That's all.

Memorial Day

We took advantage of having Jon home for the long weekend to work on the house. Friday was my last day of work, so long weekends no longer have meaning for me, besides having Jon around (which is actually really super great). So we spent Memorial day working, working, working on the house. My main job was to strip the wallpaper in the nursery. We had a steamer, which was very helpful, but mostly it is a super terrible job. (Never wallpaper your house...if not for your sake, for the sake of whoever will own the house after you.) Also, imagine a nine-month-and-one-day pregnant girl (who is her own personal sauna) scraping walls, basically in a sauna. I hope you are imagining sweat pouring down the girl's face. But we'll let the image end there...sorry, no pictures. Jon is our masking man, and my mom is the paint queen, though Jon and I took our turns there as well.

We took a break in the middle of the day to go to a Memorial Day picnic hosted my some friends in our ward. There are three of us girls in the ward who are pregnant. All of us are named Sarah. Here is a picture of our bellies. (They are both due in July, and I am due...well...)

40 Weeks!

Happy due date to you! Happy due date to you! Happy due date, dear baby! Happy due date to you!

Happy Anniversary!

Jon and I tied the knot one year ago today in the Manti temple. I am even more in love with him now than I was then. He is perfect for me and I couldn't be happier. For are anniversary we:

• enjoyed a special breakfast together and exchanged anniversary letters
  
• are working on the new house (actually, my mom is working on the house and we are out buying things like paint and pricing things like carpet)
• will go out to dinner together at some point this evening

Today is a beautiful day. A year ago, there was hail falling from the sky, but we didn't care. Here's to one year of marriage and many, many more to come.

We did it...

We finally closed on the house. We are homeowners. That's a little scary. Especially since our new home smells like dog and has dirty walls. Good thing my mom's in town to work her magic!

Common Phrases

Here are some of the common things I hear these days:

You're still here?? (at work)

Any day now! (wherever people know me)

Where are you right now? (on the phone...suspicious that I'm at the hospital)

In case you were thinking any of these things, yes, I am still here, I know it could be any day now, and I am at home (or at work, or at church, or at the grocery store...)

In other news, my mom has arrived, we will be closing on the house today or tomorrow, and Friday will probably be my last day of work. When something more exciting happens, I'll let you know.