Baby of Ours

So life has been pretty hectic the last few months, and I have neglected my blog. This is unfortunate, and want to start writing again. But first I should probably catch everyone up to speed.

We are expecting our first child, a daughter, to be born sometime around June 7th. Yay!! Pretty exciting stuff. The first few months of pregnancy were no fun, but I feel much better now, and the whole thing just seems more real now that she kicks me constantly.

We have started pulling together our nursery and finalizing the names that we like. During this process I am starting to have flashbacks to our wedding planning. Marshall isn't your typical guy. He cares about details, he wants to be involved in the planning, and he makes his opinions known. This is great, except when we don't agree. For instance, we both like the name "Carly." Only, he only likes the spelling "Carli." I dunno about this. I have never met a girl (that I can remember) that has a name ending in an "I" that has been respectable. The spelling seems either too cutesy or too destined to belong to a stripper. Am I overreacting? Probably; I'm pregnant. I overreact to most everything. Also, he won't let me pick the nursery theme. I guess I didn't expect him to care so much. I should have known better. Every pattern or color I like, he hates. Does he have a tangible reason? No. He "just doesn't like it." Compromise is so difficult for me! I guess this is one way to learn it.

Anyways, we both kinda like this one. What do you think? Opinions are appreciated (as long as they happen to agree with mine; just kidding).

sleepless night #93

so when you get married, you have to learn how to sleep with someone in your bed. you have to learn bed etiquette- sharing the bedspread and not kicking- etc. marshall, for instance, is a blanket thief. he sleeps with his eyes half open too (i know, weird!). it can take a while for newlyweds to get used to.

but i think it is even harder to re-learn how to fall asleep without that person once you are used to having him there. an empty bed is more distracting than anything.

"religion" professors

i have to vent....they think they know everything. you are not allowed to disagree. i think this is the reason i haven't taken a religion class at byu in 2 years.

today my religion professor told us that we are not allowed to be sad. never. happiness is a commandment and to be sad is a sin. he related a story where he had a trial and took it to the Lord and felt the distinct impression that God said "you think you have it rough? look at what i have to deal with." the story goes on that he felt impressed that God complained to him about all the trials He has to deal with as God of many worlds. he said that if God can deal with everything, the condescension of His son, everything, and still be happy and jovial, that to be sad in our own trials is a sin.

now, i felt the spirit leave when he said this. i mean, we read in the scriptures that Christ weeps and even God mourns for/with us at times. in the book of mormon we are taught to mourn with those that mourn. as i understand it, Christ felt all of our infirmities and heartache to better succor us. i think that we should be happy because we have the gospel, and yada yada, but sorrow is not a sin. maybe it is the social worker in me, the side that tells my clients that they have every right to feel how they feel, but i do not believe that grief, sorrow, or sadness are sins. especially not in our trials.

the worst part of all, this was a mission prep class. the kids in this class are all freshmen who don't yet know that religion teachers at byu are mostly full of it. the worst thing that teacher could have done was tell these 18 year old boys that taking their struggles and trials to the Lord is a sin, or that they should feel guilty for "bothering" the Lord with their heartache. not only was this professor wrong, he was irresponsible.

take that byu

i just have to say that one of the most awesome feelings is finding a textbook that is sold for $66 at the bookstore for $8 on ebay. booyah.

Migraine Headaches

make me want to hurt myself.

Russ' (Ex)Wife?

so some of you are probably confused. i thought i should probably address bryant's creative naming of my blog.

when marshall and i went to get our temple recommends when we were engaged, the bishop put russ' member number on marshall's recommend. this wasn't caught until we moved into our new ward as newlyweds and marshall tried to transfer his records in, and russ' showed up instead. understandably, the bishop was concerned and called us into his office. we determined that the mistake meant that my member number was married to russ' member number. the bishop gave marshall a new recommend with his real number and had to contact salt lake to fix the marriage record. hence, i am russ' ex wife.

the biggest lesson learned in my short marriage to russ would have to be to not get engaged to a guy who lives in the same ward as his twin. life is confusing enough without all that mess.

oh, and we probably shouldn't live in the same ward as russ in the future. i can only imagine him being listed as my children's father on baptism and blessing records...

fireman's widow

so with marshall gone so much, i am finding that i have started talking to myself. now, this can be healthy in some cases, such as in therapy or working through particularly difficult crosswords. but in my case i find that i am starting to make comments to the open air about my drive home, what to have for dinner, or funny commercials on tv. i am just so used to having him around. i am a lonely, lonely girl. i call my mom 3 times a day, and when she started ignoring my calls, i began calling my dad at work because he always answers his office line. aaaahhhh!!!

so i decided to start a blog. russ does it (though not often). star does it. bryant does it. gabe does it. it must be a healthier outlet than talking to myself.