Wow

I think I need some words of encouragement. Like when is life going to get better? When will we have more money? And I'm not thinking I need to be like everyone in my ward. I'd like to be in a place where I'm not hyperventilating when I pay the bills every month some day. I'd like to never have to walk into the Medicaid office or Central District Health ever again. And I am getting so tired of all the new families moving into the ward to rent a place, fresh from school, and then a year later building a beautiful new house.

So yes, I'm totally sinning here. But, when is it going to be our turn to be able to take the next step in life? To be able to move on? I'm not saying I want to build a new house, but I'll take an old crappy house. Couldn't an anonymous donor please send me a check in the mail so I can pay off my loans and start saving for a house? I don't need much. Just a few thousand. Maybe a little more than a few. 

LOL! I live in a dream world. 

Funny Story...

Today Logan fasted for the first time. He and Trevor were fasting for a variety of reasons. But anyway, it may have possibly been a bad idea to only eat salads last night for dinner. Probably not enough food there to keep them going today.

Around 11:00 a.m. Logan came into my room where I was resting and playing a game on the phone, and he lay down next to me and started sobbing about how hungry he was. I just held him and said I was sorry and how it wasn't supposed to be easy to fast and wasn't he glad he was only fasting for two meals? Poor kid.

So I said "why don't you get a book and read, or if you are tired you should take a nap. That will take your mind off of food." So he came back to my bed and lay next to me reading until he fell asleep around noon. I should mention that 1. It is Phoebe's birthday today and the girls and I had DOUGHNUTS for breakfast 2. Logan's face was white as a ghost 3. Trevor was gone home teaching.

About 15 minutes after falling asleep, Logan sat up and said "I don't feel very good" and then put his hand over his mouth and spewed puke through every finger gap all over the room. I really think that's the messiest throw up I've ever seen. You should never put your hand over your mouth to throw up. It creates a huge amount of pressure and force.

I ran to grab a bowl for the puke to go into, but Logan ran to the bathroom instead, dripping puke all over the carpet. sigh. While in the bathroom, he spewed a few more times until he felt better. After that, I sent him to his bed with a bowl while I cleaned everything up. Sigh again. Laundry all day.

After cleaning the whole mess up, I went to talk to Logan. I asked him if he still wanted to keep fasting. He said he did. I gave him a little bit of water and a half of a piece of bread. I told him that this water and bread were like his medicine. I told him it was okay to take medicine while fasting. I told him his body was having a hard time without any food, so he needed to have just a little bit to make his tummy feel better. I told him to eat only as much as he thought he needed.

I went back a few minutes later to check on him and he had only eaten half of the half. He said he didn't need any more. Sweet boy.

He made it all the way until dinner time. That's FIVE O'CLOCK!!!! I am so proud of Logan! And then of course, he got a doughnut with his dinner to make up for breakfast. And cake and ice cream later tonight for the birthday party, but that's another post.

Why has everyone in blog land deserted?

Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

Anybody there? Anybody there? Anybody there? Anybody there? 

Seriously, where has everybody gone? Does anyone blog still? Has everyone deserted for Facebook? Maybe I shouldn't go there, but I'm going to. I HATE Facebook. For me, it's no good. I'm not saying it's bad for everyone, but definitely it's bad for me. I spent way too much time looking at people's profiles and wandering around looking people up and seriously before I knew it, I'd wasted hours! I have no self control. And so, I'm now banned from going on there. I banned myself. I'm cool like that.

Also, the biggest problem I had was reading about what the people in my ward were doing. Seeing pictures and hearing about them all hanging out was super depressing. It's not like I was invited. I felt horrible about myself. Not cool. I know, you might say that maybe it's my lack of self control and because I have no self esteem that I don't get along with Facebook, and you'd be 100% right. Which is why I'm not on there anymore. I feel so much better about myself now. I have more time to spend with my kids, clean the house, get stuff done. It's better for me.

To each his own I guess. But still, COME BACK YOU GUYS!!!!!

So, ever since I got over the yuckiness that started off this pregnancy I've been exercising. A very long time ago I coveted a friend who was pregnant at the same time as me and had her baby just a few months after me and looked like she was never pregnant just a week after she had the baby (you know who you are CHRISTINE!). Super long run-on sentence. I don't care!

I asked her how she was so amazingly skinny so soon after giving birth, and she said exercising and eating healthy, or something like that.

Sounds horrible, right?

I mean, who wants to do anything except lay around and sleep and eat cereal and doughnuts when you're pregnant? That's what I normally do.

But this time I am determined to bounce back quicker. I really really really want to have a normal sized baby too. And I am exaggerating about how completely unhealthy I've been in the past.

So I've been eating lots of healthy food. I let myself linger in the bakery at the grocery store and smell all the yummy smells, but I don't get to buy anything. I've been alternating between running and biking with some walking mixed into the running (I'm not as cool as you Christine). I'm starting to see that all this hard work might actually be worth it. I have 8 weeks to go until d-day. That's a long time to pack on the weight here at the end, but I'm still 25 pounds lighter than any other pregnancy. I can keep it reigned in.

Of course the one thing I can hardly wait to see is how big this baby is. If I pop out another 10 pounder, that's it. I don't care. It's not worth it at all. I'm going back to multi-grain cheerios and doughnuts for the next pregnancy.

It is so nice to finally have AIR CONDITIONING!!!!!!! I had the best sleep I've had in two months last night.

Thank-you to the inventor of air conditioning!

And thank-you to my landlady for finally making a decision to replace our air conditioning unit!