Hooray for school!

It has been brought to my attention that it is my turn to post on the blog. Apparently we have a competition to see who gets the most comments on their posts. I lose every time as it turns out.

Well let it be known that I am no longer trying for dental school. I have decided to pursue an MBA instead. I will most likely be applying shortly to the Executive MBA program at Westminster College in Salt Lake. Hopefully college will in fact be the best 7 years of my life. Later on I plan on being the CEO of some major corporation...just wait.

In other news, still no baby. It looks like we are down to about 9 days and that little girl just doesn't want to come. We have tried driving on bumpy roads, lavender baths, spicy food, and everything else short of drinking castor oil (which we won't try because it can be dangerous). This baby is going to be strong-willed just like her mom...heaven help us all.

That is about all I have to say...let me know if you know of any other good places to earn an MBA while still working full-time to support a wife and baby.

The day the dentist won...

The Doc

vs.

The Dentist

Although I'm sure that the doctor and dentist always have the best of intentions (except for the weirdies), their appointments are always the most dreaded. But people usually don't hate both, it's one or the other. Matt, for example, hates the doctor. He refuses to see the doctor unless he's sliced his arm open and needs 13 stitches, which actually happened a week after he complained about having health insurance that he "doesn't need." I, however, have always hated the dentist. And now that he's my father-in-law, it makes for a very complicated situation!

Anywho, I've felt that I would always be able to count on hating the dentist and not the doctor; but today, the doctor's appointment took a tragic turn for the worse.

The good news: I'm dilated to a one! And the doctor decided to move my inducing date up a week because Alivia is measuring a little bit bigger, but it's probably more due to the fact that I kept begging him to induce me TODAY!

The bad news: how he obtained this information. Today was the first day that he started to check dilation - WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE! Although I kept a brave face - I was thinking, "If I can barely handle this, HOW THE FREAK AM I GOING TO HANDLE LABOR!"

Anywho, he also felt her head today. She's head down which is good, but she's not committed, she moved once he touched her - so now we need to start having pep talks with her -

COMMIT ALIVIA, COMMIT!

Why Leperchaun Day rocks...

This movie is the reason why St. Patrick's Day is so freakin cool! We're talkin Sean Connery in his 20s and singing! I have fond memories (and by memories I mean - I think this may have happened once when I was little) of my extended family on my mom's side getting together and having a big green party and all of the kids sitting down and watching this movie. So last year I made Matt go buy it with me (I intend on owning all old school Disney movies, this being the first of our collection) and now we watch it every St. Patty's day while wishing we both had Irish accents...

We're debating talking to Alivia only in a British accent just to mess with her. And then we're going to give her a little brother named Charlie and have him bite her finger... (If you are not getting this reference please youtube "Charlie bit me" and I promise you'll love my joke after that. P.S. Thank you Michelle, you made my life 10 times better with that post.)

I may have been a bit delirious... I blame the hormones (of course)

So one night I was extremely bored and I kept begging Matt to at least take me on a 10 minute drive. I was like a poor little puppy that had to get out of the house; but of course, he refused to take me anywhere. So then I got a little delirious and thought it would be fun to take some red lipstick that I found on our desk and draw on my face like a Lamanite. Then I went chasing after Matt to Lamanite him, but I can only waddle so I was at a serious disadvantage there.

Anywho, we started laying in bed and watching American Idol and Matt wiped the lipstick off of my face. But then I decided to draw on Alivia. (Do you see how badly I needed to get out?!?!) So Matt and I graffitied all over my stomach. So here's a look at our artistic abilities. It's very impressive.

Then we were trying to capture her moving on camera, but the little sucker would stop kicking right when Matt would start recording. So here's us laying on the bed constantly poking the poor child... and thankfully for me, she's as stubborn as I am... which is incredibly scary. Also I pose a good question in the video - and I'd really like someone to answer me! Pay attention...

So then we got smart and put the remote on top of my stomach. Even though Matt sucks at catching her on camera (you'll see him get reprimanded) we were finally able to catch her moving!

I'm a bird!

So I've been on this kick to clean out our entire house and finally finish the baby's room. Matt keeps calling me a little bird because of the whole nesting instinct. In the past week, I've thrown out 6 full trash bags of clothes and at least 20 boxes full of crap! Matt has been so awesome making numerous trips to the dumpster like three times everyday for the past week. Also, we've mastered getting rid of everything, if we haven't even seen it or thought of it in the last six months, there is no need to keep it. It was really hard at first, I hate letting things go - I'm totally a pack rat. But now Matt and I are freakin' pros - woo!

Anywho, here's Matt FINALLY painting Alivia's room. His goal was to be done by the end of February, which to me meant he'd be done by the end of March, so really he's WAY ahead of schedule! I was even allowed to help every now and then which was really exciting but I just ended up either spilling the paint on the floor, spilling the paint on myself, or I'd just get high with Alivia from the fumes...

No this isn't just a picture of Matt's crotch, these are the famous painting pants. There are holes EVERYWHERE. And now they have green paint everywhere. The best part was that Matt wasn't too cool to wear these outside of the house!

And here's the finished room! It's so cute! The green turned out perfect - it's so happy! We were scared of having the green either be too dark or turning out yellow green and looking like puke. It's so much better from the sick yellow that dominated this room before. I freaking love it! Now we just need to decorate! Go Matt! Woo!

So here I am in all of my glory at 36 weeks. My mom said I never take serious pictures so that is what I'm trying to accomplish here. I think I look VERY serious. Anywho you can see a couple things here: 1 - I'm trying to grow out my hair and it's taken everything in me not to just chop it all off - I'm proud of myself; and B - I have a new dedication to sweats. I refuse to wear real pants for the rest of my pregnancy. These pants are actually mine, but lately I've been sporting every pair of sweats that Matt owns!

And here is how I feel about being so huge... So it's 36 weeks and now the baby can come ANY TIME! At first this scared the crap out of me, but now I'm so ready for this kid to come out!!! I can't sleep at night EVER and I wake up at 2:54 every morning just to pee - which is never satisfying because it's only like a 3 second stream! I'm so excited at the same time, too. Yesterday I got so excited that I almost puked in the car! It was the funniest feeling! Matt's also WAY excited. He always goes up to her room and puts one of her outfits across his arms and pretends to be holding her! It's the cutest thing ever. Except I'm worried that he thinks that's all you do with babies...