Large and in Charge

For those of you who are wondering if the babe has made his debut or not... he has not.  I am on the cusp of being 40-weeks pregnant.  THIS Thursday, the 22nd, is his official due date.  But let's be honest, isn't that an arbitrary number anyway?  Isn't it a rough guideline for pregnant women to know there will be an end to their misery?  Yes it is... but try telling a 40-week pregnant woman that!  There may or may not be an emotional breakdown on my part if Baby Wilson is not in my arms come Thursday.  

Truthfully, I might be okay if he is not in my arms.  My panic attacks fluctuate between the thought of being pregnant the rest of my life (because lets be honest, at this point I feel like I will be), and the thought of being a mom.  My brain explodes when I try to comprehend what it will be like to have three in the Wyatt Wilson family.  And, to be even more honest, I have plans to spend my afternoon reading a book at the swim park on Friday.  Having a baby is just too inconvenient for me this weekend.  Monday the 26th seems like a far more convenient day to have a baby. 

We'll see.  At this point in time Baby Wilson is showing ZERO signs of wanting to meet the world.  I plan on him being fashionably late, by force, come the 29th. 

Stay tuned...

39-weeks pregnant, at my beloved swim park

Notice Wyatt showing off his 39-week belly?

7.5 Months

So, I’m pregnant.  I realize what a cruel trick I’ve played on my bloggy readers – keeping this bit of information to myself.  But before you throw me to the wolves, remember I am with child.  And (!) in my defense, I have had great intentions of sharing this with you.  Truly, I have!  You know how it goes, life – it gets in the way.  So here I am at 7.5-months spilling the beans.  Please don't hate me.

Here’s what I look like at 30-weeks:
  

Look at my little tomato plant in the blue pot!

 And what I looked like at 28-weeks:

Did you notice the growth spurt I encountered the last two weeks?!  I’m not kidding, I do not have enough fingers and toes (including baby's) to count how many times someone has commented on my new size.  One of my coworkers asked me if I was having twins.  Nice.  For the most part I don’t care.  I’m pregnant, what do I expect?

I suppose I have kept this little bit of information to myself in part because of my history regarding the subject.  It's been a challenging road, one which we've cautiously walked.  One which we still cautiously walk... Will I ever stop worrying?  Probably not, that's what parents do, right?

I will just say, despite my fears, I can hardly wait to meet this little babe!  We can hardly wait to meet this little babe!  He's a boy.  At least that's what the evidence suggests him to be... but I guess they've been known to be wrong from time-to-time.  I'm not sure how possible that is in this case.  It seems to me that he is obviously a boy.  That's what we're anticipating, so let's hope so.

Baby Boy Wilson, due August 2013.  (But expected September 2013.  He's a Wilson, nearly all Wilson's are born in September.)

Recentings

I'm at work, bored.  Not because I don't have anything to do... I have plenty to do.  I simply don't want to do it.  So I thought I'd update the ol' blog instead of subject myself to more boredom. Here's a list of a few things La Flaca (and El Guapon) have been up to:

Ward Open Class Pinewood Derby

Back in February, the Cub Scouts in our ward opened the floor for all to participate in their annual Pinewood Derby.  The week leading up to the derby was chalk full of after-work busyness, so I invested a total of one-hour of work into my car.  One-hour which included cutting, sanding, painting, decaling (the handmade foil windows that is), and adding weight.  My work paid off!  I walked away from the race with fourth place.  I might've been awarded something higher had my car not spontaneously jumped the track, costing me 1st place (for that particular race). 

Wyatt invested several hours in his car.  He didn't place... I feel smug and bad at the same time.  Mostly smug.

Night Skiing

Wyatt and I decided to take advantage of a buy-one-get-one-free night skiing coupon we had.  As much as I love skiing, I am a fair-weather skiier.  I hate night skiing.  It's always cold, dark, and usually icy.  However, on this particular trip, I was pleasantly surprised!  We celebrated Valentine's Day on the slopes, and it couldn't have been a more perfect night celebrating with my sweetheart.  It was warm'ish, clear, and the snow wasn't that bad.  I had a blast!  And I was left to wonder, why don't we do this more often?  I love skiing!  Oh yeah, ticket prices are comparable to a small mortgage payment.  At least we own our equipment!  We'd have to pawn our first child if we didn't...

Spider Spotting, Part II

Remember this guy?  Well, his cousin showed up in my shower last month.  Again, I was in my birthday suit (I was getting ready to take a shower!).  However, this time Wyatt was home... except he was sleeping.  I announced that there was a spider in my shower, and Wyatt simply stated that he was sleeping and rolled under the covers.  Clearly I was left to fight the battle alone.  (I wonder what kind of reaction Wyatt would give if there were a dragon in my shower!)  So I scooped the little guy in a giant cup and left him locked up until I was dressed for the day.  At which point I happily released him into the wild.  I felt pretty good about my decision to let him live, especially after the guilt I felt after I left his cousin in captivity last time.  

Sharky Goes to San Diego

Sharky is my stuffed pet shark.  I know, I'm a full-grown adult but I LOVE this little guy!  He accompanied us on our Spring Break trip to San Diego last week.  He's become quite the traveler, visiting such far off lands as Mexico, Utah, Idaho, and Washington.  Sharky pulled all stops and got his party on - just look at him in his hat!  The highlight of the trip, when he got to meet the Bat Rays at Sea World.

The Wilsons Go to San Diego

I wasn't going to let Sharky go to San Diego alone!  Wyatt and I headed south with some friends to celebrate Spring Break.  We drove.  Something I hope to never do again.  Okay, it wasn't that bad.  It's just a LONG time to be in the car - even if it was with people I like.  We hit-up popular San Diego hot spots, including the beach (La Jolla was my fav), the San Diego temple, Sea World, and the world famous zoo... where we got to see the baby panda!  Happy day!!!   

Of course, what is Spring Break without any whale tails?  We saw those too on our whale watching boat tour. 

SD Temple

Momma Panda (baby was in the tree)

Humpback whale tail

Finally, Punxsutawney Phil Gets it Right

I know that the rest of the country is up in arms about the lack of spring they're experiencing.  But things have been different here in the Pacific Northwest.  We have been experiencing unusual warm, sunny days.  Do you hear me?!  My bloggy readers, we've had WARM, SUNNY days!!!  It's been heavenly!  I'm trying to be cautiously optimistic, prepared for the inevitable.  But I am beside myself and can't help but jump for joy!!!  It was 75d and SUNNY on Easter Sunday!  We didn't have to hunt for eggs in the rain!  I have a theory that the PNW is on track for mild springs/warm summers the next few years.  Seeing that the past four have been wet, wet, wet, and cool.  Finally, it's our turn!!!

 

My beloved Lake Oswego 

(Courtesy of Jen, from her morning run on Monday.  Which is exactly what the lake looked like on my morning run on Monday... only slightly darker since it was earlier in the morning.)

Live Spider

I received a visit from an unexpected visitor yesterday.  I was in my bathroom, clad in my birthday suit - when out of nowhere it appears.  Dangling.  Taunting me with its eight legs, knowing full well I wasn't going to kill it in the buff.  Such a clever creature.  Instead I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a giant yellow cup, swooped my unwanted guest into said cup, and covered it with the heaviest book I could find under urgent circumstances - Jane Austen, The Complete Novels.  I then left the following note for my roommate: "Live spider - do not let loose."  And off to work I went...

When I got home from work I found an empty yellow cup with the following note:

Wyatt admitted later that he released the spider into the wild.  I'm glad he did.  Honestly, I was starting to feel pretty guilty that I trapped him in the first place.  I couldn't imagine leaving him captive all day, only to kill him.  Run free little friend!

Feliz Navidad, a Todos!

Cards of Christmas' Past: 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011

*card created by Cheyenne Nichols

Blue Christmas? Okay.

Wyatt and I stumbled upon this gem a couple years ago.  Up until our discovery, I never could comprehend why so many women drooled over The King.  But this little ditty, well, it makes his hunkiness very apparent. What a stud!  Blue Christmas?  Yes please!

Happy Thanksgiving

I couldn't very well let my favorite holiday pass without recognizing a few of my blessings.  So without further ado, here goes:

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  

I'm grateful for my savior Jesus Christ, for his example and ministry on earth.  And I am grateful for Joseph Smith, who helped restore the gospel in the latter-days.  I am who I am because of these people, because of the church, and because of its many members that have influenced me for good.

Wyatt William Wilson.

I. Love. This. Man!  He is my all-in-all, the light of my life, the wind beneath my wings, my knight in shinning armor.  My every love cliche you can imagine.  He is my favorite.

Family.

I love them all.  Dad, mom, in-laws, brothers, sister, nieces, nephews.  And I'm grateful that they love me unconditionally - the bad and the good.  

Friends.
For all friends, including Josette.  You know what they say, you can't pick your family but you can pick your friends.  I'm glad they picked me! 

Running.

The way I feel during and after.  The form of meditation it plays.  The quietness of the early morning, before the world wakes.  The confidence it gives.  The pride I feel.  My social hours with Jen!

Young Women.

I love all the girls in my ward!  And I love that they love me enough to draw a picture of Wyatt and me (and my purse).  And the excitement they had when they came running to me to tell me how they drew the said picture.  When I get discouraged or overwhelmed about my calling, they're the ones that remind me what it's all about.