Days Off

On Sunday like I mentioned before, we went to my brother in laws' parents house and spent a few hours with his family. We had a Mothers Day family night and we all were given an assignment to share something our mom's taught us or something we really took away from them and appreciate. I told everyone that what I most learned from my mom is sacrifice. I talked about how she could have gone with her music professionally if she'd wanted to, but that she was just such a mom to us, and that she was always there when we got home from school no matter what. It might not sound like it'd be something that matters but now that I'm older I realize that made a world of difference. I also talked about how she really didn't dive into very many things. She really spent all her time doing mom things. She wasn't even very good at going to her RS homemaking activities, she was home taking care of us instead. So I talked about sacrifice and I also told a story that I thought of right away when we were given the assignment. There was a girl who was doing a solo in our ward. She sang all the time but was really nervous or something for some reason this time. Anyway, she stopped singing twice after starting again, making her even more nervous and embarrassed, and the second time my mom stood up from where we were sitting, walked right up to the podium and put her arm around this girl (who by the way was my age, about 14 or so), my mom looked at the piano player to give her the "nod" and then the song started for the 3rd time. Mom sang and this girl soon came to grips and they sang the song together strong and finished together. My mom's confidence was reassuring, and just the way she did it was absolutely perfect and probably made all of the bad feelings this girl had dissapear, it was a neat thing to witness. When they had finished, it was like nothing had ever gone wrong...I probably won't ever forget that story and what I learned from my mom by her example and what it makes me think of. It illustrates my mom well, but one story could never illustrate my mom completely.

It was fun just to see everyone, and everyone is pregnant except for Connie. It was fun to talk about that- all of our previous pregnancies and deliveries and stuff.


On Monday we started the day off cleaning which makes me feel a lot more in control and ready since I'm about to pop. You know, it's the same thing about not leaving your house a mess when you leave on vacation. My mom always taught us to clean it before, so you can "come home to a clean house"...I can hear her saying that ha ha. It's the same thing for me when you have the baby, you want to come home from the Hospital to a clean house, that's the least you can come home to you know. Anyway, after cleaning a bit, we took Marce and went to swim in my friends' community pool. The pool wasn't heated so it was really cold but we played in the splash pad area to get used to it then got in the pool. It was a bit breezy too but it was fun. We were then on our way to the park but Marce was wiped out from the swimming I guess cause he fell asleep before we got there. We turned around and headed home, relaxed and showered and then went to Pizza Hut for dinner and Baskin Robbins for dessert (I am so not in the mood to cook) I told Shar I actually wouldn't mind cooking if it was all out on the table and I could sit down to do it,...it's the being on my achy swollen feet that I don't like...Marce got Rainbow Sherbet! Yuck! Just kidding but that is definately not my favorite, but as a mom I knew he'd like it. After ice cream we went home and had our little family night and went to bed. Marce has been doing really good with sleeping. He goes down great still and doesn't get up in the night anymore, I think he has like only twice or something since I started working on it but he's gone right back down when you take him back. I'm so proud of him, he's doing great with it.

Now it's Tuesday, the beginning of Shar's work week, but I told him the next few weeks are going to go by fast and we are both excited to see Phoenix. Sharrid will get to take a couple days off and we'll just be able to soak it in a bit together. It's an exciting thing, like waiting a couple more weeks for Christmas. On friday my sister is coming over and we're going to my baby shower together. That will be a fun day, and then another weekend and 38 weeks before I know it. Mondays are the best, because it's Shar's day off (besides Sunday), our shopping/errands day, the day when I switch over weeks in pregnancy, like 37 to 38 weeks along, and the day I have my OB appts. so it's the best day for me.

I was chatting with a girl in RS who had her 2 week old newborn with her. She said he was 3 weeks early, and I was thinking, "If that were the case for me, I'd be in labor right now!" Bummer, she's lucky...