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So when I was told that you have very vivid dreams when you are pregnant, I always thought it meant ABOUT being pregnant, or at least about your unborn child. I have had countless dreams about being pregnant UNTIL the day the little strip said yes. I have not had a single dream since where I have been prego at all. I have, however, had extremely vivid dreams. Which has brought me to one conclusion; I am having a bear. Three of the nights this last week I have dreamt about bears. I have no idea, maybe it means I am going to be like a "momma bear" or as Matt put it "Maybe it means you're having a girl cause girls are ornery and so are bears." Well whatever the case may be, here are some small details about these extremely vivid and alarming dreams:
I was driving down a very, very dark road all alone and a huge black bear cut me off and I hit him with my car. He wasn't dead, but my car was, and the bear started to get up and come after me along with several other wild animals.
I was at Yellowstone with a bunch of family members and my sister and I were waiting in the car while others used the restroom. A cute little bear cub comes up over the hill near our car and looks at us. Next thing we know here comes mama bear, a huge brown bear, who doesn't like us looking at her cub. So she approaches the car, shakes it a few times, and breaks her paw through a window trying to get at us.
Matt and I went to the circus and they had these polar bears doing tricks and such. Well I got called to go down in front and "assist" the trainer. I had to step carefully as there were large white bears laying down all over the ring. The trainer had me put my head in the open mouth of one of the bears and...CHOMP!
Why do pregnant women have such vivid dreams? And why have mine been so scary lately? In the last few weeks I have also dreamt:
My house burned down while Matt was at work and I was home sick. I was luckily able to save the dogs but nothing else was salvageable.
My sweet little nephew got hit by a train. I won't give you details on this one but I woke up sweating and crying.
I was at Yellowstone, again, and Matt and I were older and had four or five kids. (I never saw any of their faces or even knew their sex). Our oldest was taunting the Bison and one charged and I got stabbed in the shoulder with his horn. (Again with the killer animals)
The only good dream I remember since getting pregnant is I dreamt the series finale of Gilmore girls. And let me tell you, my version was way better than the real final episode.
What were some of your most vivid dreams about while you were pregnant?
My sister, Julie got married on Friday and it was a very cool day. We were waiting till after the wedding to share our good news to prevent stepping on toes and stealing her thunder. So the moment Julie and Seth drove away from the reception, we made our big announcement to the family. I decided I would share our good news on our blog next so that our "real" friends could find out before we continue spreading the word.
Isn't it funny how life works sometimes? Matt and I try for two years to get pregnant and it finally happens when we stop trying for my surgery. Yes, I got pregnant about three weeks after my surgery. Which is the real reason I have been so sick lately. I started out severely underweight and my body was trying to recover from surgery as well as deal with all the changes that come with pregnancy. Matt and I were worried at first, but with a great doctor and the miracle of drugs, I am feeling much better! We had our first appointment on Thursday where we were able to see our little blob for the first time and hear its tiny heartbeat. Very cool! I am due April 20th which makes me further along than we first thought--which is always good to hear. My doctor said everything looks perfect so far. She actually thought at first that we were having twins because my HCG levels are super super high. But the ultrasound only revealed one baby. Dr. Brown said some women who have such high levels can have complications later in pregnancy or it can simply be that I am just naturally high. Since this is my first pregnancy, there is no way to know yet. So for now we are just keeping an eye on things.
I'm sad to say my twenty-four year streak of only throwing up a handful of times has come to a screeching halt. Now I understand how bulimia works. I've lost five pounds just throwing up this last month. Like I said though, we finally found a nausea medicine that works and I am doing much better. No matter how tired or sick I get I really don't feel like I can complain. I am just so thankful to be pregnant!
Thank you so much to those of you who have showed your love and support as we have struggled! Especially Aubrey, thanks for always being such a good friend and support! I will post pictures as soon as I can but we accidentally left our first ones at the doctor's office.
I don't know if any of you are involved in your ward's primary, but Matt and I teach the 11-year-olds. Well, for the past month we have been practicing for our primary program in sacrament meeting. (Which is next Sunday--thank goodness!) Let me tell you, it is so entertaining to watch 50 kids try and hold still for two straight hours of practice! There are those that crawl around on their hands and knees, trying to sneak under the chairs; several who make faces at each other while hiding behind the kids in front of them; a couple who had a contest to see who could bang their chairs the loudest when sitting down, by sitting on the top of the chair and then slamming it down to lie flat; and I had to ask one kid who was standing behind me to stop spinning in circles while we were singing. But all in all I've been pretty impressed with them. I mean, I can barely sit still for two hours myself! We are asking an awful lot of these kids! Matt and I have been super impressed with our class. We have the biggest class in the primary and they are the best behaved. We even beat out the 11 turning 12-year-olds but I guess that isn't saying much when the Sunbeams are more reverant than they are.
The theme this year is "If the Savior Stood Beside Me". I don't know how many of you have heard this new primary song, but oh man! I tear up every single time our primary kids sing it. I encourage you all to listen closely to the lyrics when its time for your primary program. I think it is one of the most beautiful primary songs ever. And when a group of children's voices start singing it....send in the waterworks! I know I'm not alone in this, my mom has said that song makes her cry too. But seriously, its a gorgeous song so check it out!
I was tagged by Bonnie to list six of my quirks, so here goes:
1. As soon as I get home or if anyone leaves my house, the door immediately has to be locked! I know I'm anal about it, but I can't even function if there is the teeniest possibility of someone walking into my house. I've even locked Matt out a couple times while he's gone to get the mail. Oops! I'm gonna have to learn to deal with my craziness someday when I've got kids traipsing in and out of the house all day.
2. I am physically incapable of sitting with both feet on the floor. I just can't do it! If I am sitting down and I have to look nice (church, work, etc.) I will cross my legs so one is hanging in the air. If I'm at a movie theater, one foot is always crossed under me or I sit cross-legged. If I'm at home, my feet are always up on things or underneath me. I really don't know why. Its just not comfortable!
3. I am very particular about the sounds of fabrics. Like when corduroy rubs against itself, or when someone rubs their hand over a velvety surface it gives me the chills. I can not STAND the sound of many fabrics being touched. Along the same lines, I am also super particular about how things feel. I will not touch certain fabrics and surfaces at all because I can't handle the way they feel.
4. I am super protective of my dogs. Maybe its because I don't have kids, I'm not sure, but if anyone offends my dogs in any way-it takes all my self-control not to lose it. People make comments all the time on how funny they look with their stubby little legs, but the one that gets me most is when people comment on Sobaka's weight. He is a Corgi. They are built like that. He is supposed to be short and stocky. I think its mostly cause Kutse is so petite and un-Corgi-like that when people see them together they assume he is just overweight. Either way, nothing boils my blood faster than hearing someone make fun of one of my babies.
5. I am very very scared of guns! When we would go to the rifle range for girl's camp, I would sit as far away from everyone else as I could get. I've been hunting with my dad probably a dozen times, but I refuse to shoot one or even hold one! Even if he asks me to hold it for a second while he ties his shoe or something - nothin doin. Not too long ago we were at a friend's house who had another friend over who happened to have a handgun permit. This guy left his gun sitting on the couch. Just sitting there! When I noticed it next to me, I almost passed out. Toy guns don't bother me at all but I've never touched a real gun in my life and I never will.
6. I have OCD when it comes to expiration dates. If something has expired, even just the day before, it goes straight in the trash. I have a weird sense for expired foods. Something can taste or look completely normal to everyone else, or to Matt, but I can just tell if it has expired. I'll look at the lid or check the bottom and if I'm right, it goes in the trash. I also clean out my fridge about weekly to check for expired yogurt containers or condiments or anything else. And if a leftover has been in there for more than a few days it is deemed "bad" and i get rid of it.
So do you still want to be my friend or have I completely weirded you out? I want to hear about your quirks too so I am tagging Aubrey, Kim, and Kristine.
Since I know many of you are dying to know, yes I ate the steak on Sunday. I had to cut it up super small, but it was wonderful!
Changing subjects. Do you remember when you were little and being sick used to be fun? Well, as fun as it could be. It was nice to have a break from school where you could watch movies all day and mom would bring you sprite and soup. Well I have decided that being sick is not fun anymore! As nice as it is to have the occasional day off work, lay in your pajamas, and catch up on movies; being sick is boring! I haven't exactly been "well" since surgery because of additional illnesses...yippee. But I have spent a decent amount of time the last couple months at home in bed. Its not fun. I never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather be at work. There is nothing worse than being at home all day and not being able to do anything. If I had any energy I could at least get some laundry done; instead I just feel useless. This is a new feeling for me. I used to enjoy lazy days. Interesting.
The particular reason I am ranting is since Monday I have had a difficult time keeping things down. So of course I have no energy to battle it. Resulting in my doctor telling me if I can't stop throwing up, they will have to give me an IV. The one thing in the world I hate more than ironing. I can't help but think of my poor nephew Joshua when he had to go to Primary Childrens for the same thing. I am doing better today and don't think it will actually come to that, but I've decided I'm going back to work tomorrow. Being sick is just too boring.
I have been such a terrible blogger lately! I read my sister's, my aunt's, and a couple friends' blogs all the time and I think "I need to get better at that". So here is my new goal: I will write in my blog at least once a week no matter how short it may be. I've also decided to veer slightly away from our original intentions with this blog. I still love sharing our experiences as we learn and grow and have fun together, but sometimes I just want to write about what's going on. Especially since I don't see friends and old roommates as often as I used to.
It has now been two months since my surgery and I am feeling tons better! I can open my mouth about 35mm...as opposed to the 16mm pre-surgery. The average woman's mouth-span is 40mm so only 5 to go! Woo-hoo! I've also got to say, I love physical therapy!!! Every time I go I leave feeling so great! My physical therapist specializes with jaw recovery and he is amazing. He does these exercises with me, massages my jaw and face and does some heat treatments that help me feel tons better. I am finally nearing the point when I can eat most foods again. My goal is steak and Sunday night we are having it for my mom's birthday...so we'll see how it goes. After steak, my next step is carrots and dip. Never knew how much I loved carrots until going on almost 6 months without them.
Matt and I are doing well, for all those who feel like we've been MIA lately. I have the best husband in the world, who has been taking care of lots of extra housework and cooking while I make this long and slow recovery. We've been dealing with tons of crap from the insurance company who has decided they want to pay none of my surgery costs. Excellent. =P Our second appeal hearing is on September 22nd, so wish us luck!
