Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
My contract with AT&T ended.
It was time to take our relationship to the next level - a shared family plan.
Friday, January 29, 2010
It was fun.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Brianna let me brush her teeth! This is huge. Monumental. She has never been good about dental hygiene. She just likes sucking on the toothbrush for 2 seconds then saying, "all done!" or "more pa-pace" (yeah, she gets lazy on the word toothpaste and it comes out oddly). She neverevernever lets anyone help her - totally typical stubborn 2 yr old behavior. But tonight I just said very enthusiastically , "open your mouth really big and I will have so much fun brushing your teeth!" And she let me!
Never imagined something so seemingly trivial would make my day.
I wish we had a better pool here in Cedar - I miss my parent's pool and the Vernal Rec pool.
And there's my soapbox for the day.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
So here's the play-by-play: I went in for my 10 week appointment in a horrible mood. I hadn't eaten much all day since everything looks gross, I had Brianna with me since I had forgot to get a babysitter ahead of time, and I thought the whole appointment was pointless since I had just been in for a 6 week ultrasound. Then I had to wait a full 30 minutes because the doc was so behind. Wasting time in waiting rooms infuriates me. I was a little rude to the receptionist, asking if I should just reschedule and come back later, or if in the future I should call ahead to see if they're running behind schedule. Brianna was having a blast in the water fountain and magazine rack. I was frazzled and frustrated to the point of tears. When they finally got me back, the nurse asked if I had any questions. I told her I just wanted to be done and leave asap.
So the doc comes in and starts the ultrasound. Brianna was on the side screaming "MY MOMMY!" and showing her animal crackers how to fly.
I hear the heartbeats and start to calm down. Heartbeats make me happy.
But this heartbeat sound was a little different - it sounded jumpy and scattered and way too fast. So I asked my doctor if the baby looked okay. He said..............
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
A few answers to your (my) vexing questions:
-These babes are fraternal twins (he's 99% sure). That means Brian's family genetics had nothing to do with it. I learned though that even if they are identical, his family history is irrelevant."Twinning is a maternal factor" as the doc said.
-Seven weeks until we find out the genders. I love saying genders. I love saying babies. I love saying anything refering to having two inside me. I might even start using double exclamation points even though they annoy me.
- Due date is August 19th. Technically. Doc said to plan on a late July baby. He said he delivers most twins around thirty six weeks. I'm hoping for August. Though I know I'll be slightly uncomfortable by that stage (an understatement perhaps?) I don't want 4 pounders. The longer they stay in, the bigger and healthier they'll be!
- I got in a little trouble because I've lost 6 pounds since my last visit. I didn't even realize it. Maybe that half marathon I did on Saturday had some effect. But it's probably more due to the fact that the majority of food items look repulsing. I spend a lot of time wandering around my kitchen, trying to think of something that sounds remotely palatable. Nada. But I told the doc not to worry - in a few months, I have no doubt he'll be telling me to sloooow down before I break his scale.
- It's ok to continue sleeping on my back until my belly is bigger (yay!)
- Stay away from unpasteurized foods (gee, that will be tough).
- Take extra folic acid supplements twice a day. Plus 2 prenatals. I feel like a pill popper.
- Drink more water
- Cut down mileage because my joints are loosening (I doubt I'll follow this. I only run about 25/wk. I'll keep it up til I feel uncomfortable. But I am going at a much slower pace - never higher than 8mph on the treadmill. It's annoyingly slow but relaxing).
- I'll have a scheduled c-section. I don't want this though - I'd rather go into labor naturally. It's better for the babies' respiratory system. Those labor hormones help them get ready to breath solo. So we'll see if I can negotiate this one. The other doctor at this clinic will also join in on the surgery, and the resident PA. Brian too. Cuz it'll be a big party and everyone's invited.
- Brian sat there silently the whole time. Finally at the end the doctor asked him how he was doing and if he was a little overwhelmed. He said, "no - I'm fine - I'm just trying to figure out when we should go buy a bigger vehicle."
:) Funny B.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
But only one type, and Brianna knows that by now. So this was our conversation this morning:
Me: Good morning Brianna! Do you want to have breakfast then go watch a movie? Brianna: Yeah. Bambi movie. Me: No, today is Sunday... Brianna: NO JESUS MOVIE! NO! I WANT BAMBI! NO JESUS MOVIES!
But we put one on and she got into it enough to stop complaining. The weird thing is that during the week, she will ASK for a "Jesus movie," and I'll say no - just so it's like a treat on Sunday.
I should explain what exactly we refer to by "Jesus movie." It's the Animated Stories from the New Testament series. I used to watch these every Sunday as a kid - it was all we were allowed to watch (until 5pm. Don't ask me how my parents came up with 5pm being the end of Sunday). We had the whole animated Book of Mormon VHS series, the Old and New Testaments, and the "Heroes" series. I had them all memorized. So a little over 2 years ago, when Brian and I got a knock at the door and it was a cute little RM going door to door selling these DVDs... we were suckers. I should say - I was the sucker. Brian didn't want them (or rather, didn't want to spend the hundreds of dollars) but he doesn't like awkward sales situations so didn't say anything. Actually, anytime a sales person comes to the door, he defers it to me, or tells them his wife isn't home so he can't make the decision. I'm his scapegoat. Anyways.... so being pregnant, I told myself it was for the benefit of our unborn child. And our unborn child needed the entire interactive DVD series, along with the coloring books. And I needed the "Women of the Scriptures" book on CD series that came with it. The Church History and Cleon Skousen DVDs were in the mix too. I had serious buyer's remorse the next day. But now I'm glad we have them.
On a separate but semi-related note... I finally finished my study of the Preach My Gospel book today. I had a goal to finish it in one year. That was two years ago.
I loved it. I don't know if I've ever done more effective scripture study. It made me look up cross references, take notes, focus on basic topics, and learn how to teach others. By "others" - I mean my own children. I substituted the words "your investigator" for "your children" and "missionary" for "parent." We were challenged to do this a couple years ago at a stake conference in our Provo ward. I think from Elder Oaks. I didn't realize how long it would take me - sometimes one page would take a week (though I should mention that this is partially due to my ocassional 5 minute study sessions before crashing). Anyways.... just want to encourage anyone reading this to make sure you have a copy of this manual and use it. It's such an amazing resource. It made me appreciate what full-time missionaries do everyday. I never went on a mission (married at 20) and I'm not sure I could've handled it. But hopefully I'll get at least one little boy who can grow up and go spread the gospel to the world! And Brian and I will definitely do a couple's mission when we're older. In Laie. Or just the North Shore in general. We're flexible like that.
I feel like I'm rambling. That happens with too much Sabbath free time. I better go figure out what to do next for scripture study! Or just go watch another "Jesus movie."
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Me: "I'm having TWINS?! I'm having TWINS? I'm really having TWINS? I'm having TWINS?" (repeated over and over until I could tell the doctor was annoyed).
Brianna: "NO tvins!"
Brian: "We're going to have to think of TWO names now!" and "We can buy a minivan or SUV from enterprise."
Mom: "You are not having twins." (repeated 40 times) then "Chelsea, I don't like it when you joke about serious things. If you were actually having twins, your father and I would have to drive down there right now and start helping you get ready." and, "if you're serious, this will change the planet. The universe."
Dad: (in monotone voice, not even skeptical - totally unamused - in response to mom yelling "Chelsea has twins"): "She's joking."
Grandpa McKell: "Oh wow - my brother Art's wife had twins, but they both died."
(he apologized later for that. I wasn't offended at all though. He's 92 - he can get away with saying anything)
Cousin Tiffany: ( I called her to find out where Grandma was) "Yep, you'll definitely win the favorite grandchild contest now!"
Grandma Smith: "It's a good thing you're tall - you're going to have to stretch out big!"
Dave: "I don't appreciate you wasting my time with your nonsense stories" [hangs up on me. Then calls back] "I'm really super excited for you and I think it will be cool to have twins in the family. I'm glad they're going to someone who actually wants them."
Aunt Debbie: "My goodness, you'll be busy!"
Nicole: "I'm thinking about the Doublemint song now."
Coach K: "WeeAiiiieeee!" [or however that should be written out... it was his Hawaiian yell]
Barbara: "We're so happy for you. So is it two or three?" and "this happens every other generation in my family!"
Uncle Bill B: "That rocks - I love being a twin." and "Brian must be feeling pretty proud of himself, heh."
Meredith: "How did this happen?!?!"
April: "So now you'll have three and can be done with the whole pregnancy thing!"
Stevie: "Way to go, Octo-mom!"
Brady: "That's awesome....is this because you were taking those drugs?"
Mark: "I want twins too."
Chelsea W: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Lindsay: "I don't believe you." (me: I have pictures to prove it!) "I don't know where you got those ultrasound pictures." (me: Why in the world would I make up a story like this, Linds?!) "Chelsea - you do things like this all the time." then later: "If anyone can handle this, it's you. You'll do great."
Meg: "Are you joking me? Are you joking me? I am so excited for YOU. I'd be freaking out if it was me, but I'm really happy for you!" then later, " I can imagine all of the spirits in line getting ready to go down to earth and an older lady "angel" (I always imagine them older like the workers in the temple) saying to one of the spirits, after she herself had been informed, "there's been a change in plans...you're going to go along with your brother/sister here a little earlier than we'd thought." I then see the spirit SO EXCITED to get to come a little earlier. YAY!!"
Crystal: "That's awesome! You've always wanted twins! ...You're gonna get huge!"
[Nice friends]: some form of "congrats, how exciting!"
[Inconsiderate friends]: some form of "wow, I'd never wanna have multiples - good luck."
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
I said goodbye to my family to return to my family.
Isn't it interesting how the definitions of the words home and family change as we start our own? Brian and Brianna are my family. My home is in Cedar City. But last night, sitting by the fireplace playing boardgames with my dad, mom, and sister... it was very easy to feel like I was at home with my family.
I had a wonderful "vacation." I put that words in quotes because in my mind, a vacation needs to involve sand and sunshine and foreign language. But I didn't have to cook for 2 weeks, so this trip still can fall in the vacation category.
It's nice to be back in Cedar. I like feeling like I have control over my environment. At my parent's house, if I leave a dish by the sink, hours later it's gone and washed. If I leave dirty clothes near the washer, they're magically clean and dried within 24 hours. The gas tank of every vehicle I drive never seems to hit empty. It's horrible. I have no control whatsoever.
But now I'm home. If I don't start dinner, dinner doesn't happen. If I don't keep up with laundry, it multiplies and takes over the hallway. No one fills my refrigerator but me. The utility bill doesn't magically get paid.
Maybe I should change my definition of home and move back there.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Mom took care of Brianna and Lily for us while we were gone. When I asked her how that went, she replied, "well - one acted like a 2 yr old the whole time, and the other acted like a baby."
Sunday, January 17, 2010
But Meredoo promised me these would be so subtle that I wouldn't have to keep them up.
She was right - I really like them. I guess I should post a photo of the results. But then I'd have to do some awkward glamour pose. I'll try to find a middle ground. Or just come see me in person. If you're ever in Spokane, hire Mere to do your hair. She's good.
But she also chopped off like 10 feet of hair. I feel bald. I told her 1-2 inches. She always laughs when I say that. She keeps threatening to cut Brianna's hair, to "even it out." But I think I've sufficiently scared her enough that she wouldn't dare (I told her I would then cut HER daughter's hair). I wish I knew what Brianna's hair would look like if it had never been cut. I don't want her to have bangs (too high-maintenance - I'm anti high-maintenance, if you didn't get that part), so we're going through an awkward stage where I'm letting them grow out and I have to pin them to the side. Or just let her look wild.
Speaking of hair... Brianna's latest quirk is that she kindof freaks out if she finds a hair somewhere. Like if she's in the tub and one gets stuck between fingers. Or she picks something up off the ground that has a hair attached. Or in her food (understandable). She starts yelling, "MOMMY - a 'AIR! 'AIR! Git OFF!" So interesting how kids learn/decide that one thing or another is undesirable and worthy of flipping out about.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Pirate's Island in St. George was a fun place to go for dinner. Fun - meaning I didn't have to try to force my toddler into unnatural behavior (ie, sitting in the same place for more than 5 minutes). They have a great games-center and "little pirates" play area. Mom used all our tokens on the ski ball and had a tough time sharing with Brianna. I had to remind her to set a good example. Brian and Dad enjoyed man-talk time (top middle photo). We had coupons for 2 free salad bars (I LOVE our Dixie Direct book). Getting Brianna to leave resulted in the episode depicted in the previous post (screaming wiggly fish).
Dad - unable to sit still - took it upon himself to install strong shelving and organize our garage! He also fixed a squeaky door and waxed my skiis. That's my love language - acts of service. Not gifts, not quality time, not words of affirmation... DOING nice things. That's why, while I'm here in Washington visiting my parents, I spent 10 hours cleaning out and organizing their jumungous basement. I knew he'd appreciate it more than anything else.
Most of all, I really enjoyed seeing my parents play with Brianna. They got right on the floor with her. Books, puzzles, Cooties... she was smothered in attention.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
We're thrilled for him. It's so nice to know he's happy and not alone.
I wish we could've showed our support by attending the festivities, but he only gave a day's notice to everyone! Brian and I were both in Spokane. So we'll have to send a card.
Grandpa Berrett has worked hard to keep himself healthy throughout his life, and he deserves these fun active Golden Age years with a companion (for time only).
If anything were to happen to me (I don't know why people use this phrase - let's just say what we really mean - if I DIED...) I would totally want Brian to not be alone. If he wanted to, he would re-marry quite easily (cuz he's totally a catch, in my opinion). But I'd want him to marry for time only, and with a pre-nup, to make sure Brianna gets all his dough. If the opposite happened, I think I'd survive ok solo. But, in general, men seem to be a little more socially co-dependent. Pretty sure research supports that.
Aaaaanyways... consider this the beginning of my living will. I've been meaning to go create a legal one - so our munchkins and assets go where we want them to - but I hate forking over the legal/notary fees. I'll just plan on living forever.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Please tell me your two year old does this too.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Many thanks to all those who sent their cute, thoughtful holiday wishes.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
"Brianna, we're going to the gym. I am going to workout and you get to play with all the toys at the daycare!"
b: "Go shopping?"
me: "no, we can't go shopping. Maybe later."
b: "go to park?"
me: "no, we're not going to the park. Maybe later. We have to go to the gym."
She eventually gives up trying to offer alternatives. She gives a big pout and one last plea as I "abandon" her... then reluctantly accepts her fate and begins playing.
But the second she sees me through the window on my way to rescue her, this is what I see:
Monday, January 4, 2010
Created 8 copies from my computer and my printer and $95 worth of ink, paper, and binding supplies.
Every single family member is featured on every single month (so no one can complain about over- or under-representation).
Click to enlarge.
The bottom half (I can't upload that on here because it's a Word document - anyone know if it's possible to upload Word docs onto a blog post?) is a regular monthly calendar format, with each family member's name on their birth date. No excuses to forget to call each other on that day!
His advice: "maybe next year you should start this project in August or September..."
I responded, "Sorry - we can't. It's dark outside now."
She said, "turn on LIGHT!"
While Brianna and I wrestling, she BIT me! She hasn't done that since back in the nursing days. While that hurt worse, this made me very upset. I don't want a biter. How to punish the biting if it occurs again??
We were at a New Year's Eve party with some other families and we were being introduced to some friends. I told Brianna to say hi. Instead, she took the opportunity to lift her shirt up and say, "MY BELLY!"
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
We decided that hanging out in Vegas would be the most appropriate activity possible. Actually, we had two legit reasons for temporarily leaving Zion: 1) Baby blessing of Lucy Smith, Brady's new daughter 2) Our neighbors from Alabama (I've written about them before) flew in and asked us to pick them up.
So we left a little after 7 (because everyone slept in and I woke them all up just barely in time to rush out the door and make it to the church in Henderson 3 minutes early). The baby blessing went very well and Lucy looked even more beautiful in person. After a lovely luncheon and hanging out at Brady's in-laws (where Brianna embarrassed me with her squirrelish behavior) we headed to the Venetian hotel to pick up our neighbor friends.
Tom and Debra insisted on taking us on a little tour around their favorite spots along the strip. We saw the typical spots - Mirage, Treasure Island, Bellagio, the Volcano-thing, and 500 nearly naked girls. Lots of cute (ridiculously expensive) little shops, giant bears made out of bazillions of flowers, gorgeous Christmas displays, and one indoor area with a fake sky that totally made you feel like you were outside. In Italy. If it weren't for the excessive 2nd hand smoke we were all inhaling, I might have really enjoyed it. We had to walk through several large casinos, where I witnessed the funding source for all the amazing decor: gambler's lost money. I walked by one table where, within 5 seconds, a man put down 5 chips (worth $100 each, I later learned) and had them swooped away at the roll of a dice. He then put more chips down. Sick. Our friend won $1000 off of one quarter put into a (very cool-looking, I admit) slot machine! But then continued to spend til those winnings were lost. Even if I didn't have any religious belief in the wrongness of gambling... I still think I could never bring myself to risk hard-earned money in something so pointless.
There's my soapbox for the day.
Bottom left photo: a statue that turned out to be a well-painted real person standing very still. I hope she gets paid a lot for that. Photo above that: Brianna enjoying her gelato treat our friends bought her. $7.50 a scoop. Insane.
In several photos, Tom and Debra are holding Brianna. She wouldn't let them do that for long, but it gave me enough of a break so my arms didn't completely die. Thirty pounds of wiggly toddler carried for 2 hours in crowded smokey areas really wears this pregnant lady out.
The nice warm weather in the middle of winter was the best part about viva-ing Las Vegas.