Dreaming...

I am not one that typically remembers my dreams, but lately that has changed. I could make many guesses on why that could be, but mainly I think it is tied to getting up in the night to go to the bathroom.

Here are a few of my recent dreams:

I dreamed that I was at the Iowa State Fair and was supposed to have a baby any day. I missed the shuttle that transports back to the campground and decided that a walk would do me some good. My back was killing me by the time I made it to the top of the "big hill" when I remembered that Mom had traded our camping spot and I had taken the wrong way, therefore, I couldn't find it. My cellphone only had one bar left and went dead before Mom answered the phone. I, of course, had to go to the bathroom but it was closed and had to steal a golf cart to try to find the camper. All the while my back was killing me and no one would help.

I have dreamed that I engaged in a deviled egg eating contest at work. I was apparantly the only contender, but in my dream-like state it was all ok. Someone had brought in a tray of chocolates, fruits and veggies with dip, and (of course) deviled eggs. I was told by one of the PA's that I work with that they weren't very good, but that didn't stop me from trying one. Of course I was pregnant and started to gag (which I really would do if I had to eat a deviled egg right now) and in an effort to not make the nurse that had brought the tasty treats in feel bad, I had another. And another. Until I puked. The end.

I also dreamed that I was working at a camp for the elderly that was being held at a warehouse similar to Sam's Club. It was late when I went to bed and someone had mixed up the room assignments. I was left to share a room with an elderly guy who volunteers as a transporter at work. I elected to sleep on a mat on the floor rather than share the bed with him, knowing that the floor mat was likely soaked in urine by the elderly camper lady that had slept in the room the night before. Although I was exhausted and very nauseated from smelling the pee, I fell asleep only to be awakened by housekeeping who told me that she would clean the mat for me, but it would take 2 hours to dry. I agreed. Then she charged me $50 bucks and took the mat away when I realized that I had no money. I reluctantly asked for another pee-soaked mat, but was furious because here this guy was sleeping in MY bed when I was going to have a baby any day and was dead tired.

Not only is this baby wreaking havoc on my love of chocolate, but now it is invading my sleep! Oh it is so worth it, though!

Miscellaneous

Since I have announced our pregnancy I have been amused by some of the things people have said. Among my favorites is "Oh, I suspected because I saw you eating ice cream" which is not uncommon for me. I have also been a little ticked at times. Some may blame it on rising horomones, but in all fairness, this is NOTHING compared to pre-pregnancy levels. =) I just think that it is a little odd that people that I really don't know that well comment on my chest size. I haven't really noticed much of a change, and am not excited about other people pointing out their observations. However, a few things have changed. For example, my belly button. It is smooshed. This doesn't really strike me as much of a problem, but it is kind of strange and I hope that it someday goes back to the way it used to be.

I was watching along on Skype as Madison told my nieces about the baby. The girls all looked rather confused about how Madison was going to become a big sister before Megan broke the silence by saying "I want to see Missy's stomach...Is she fat yet?" Maddie's response? "I don't know....the last time I saw her she was only semi-fat." Thanks for that, Madison. Truth be told, I lost 15 pounds in my first trimester and haven't put any of it back on yet. There has been a definite shift in how my clothes fit, and I'm sure that one of these days I'll get my appetite back. Maybe then something other than milk, Starburst, pineapple, and Hotdogs (not together) will sound good. All in all, things are going very well and I'm feeling pretty good...as long as I'm not anywhere near toothpaste, which is beyond completely disgusting.

Oh, and one more random thought for the road: Madison announced that she has started training for an olympic gold medal in ice skating. Her training regimen includes eating ramen noodles, a carrot, and a banana for lunch. In addition to the rigorous food schedule, she is ice skating once a week and can now do a jump. We'll see how this all pans out.

I think that is it for now. I hope that all is well for each of you.

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there was a young girl growing up on a farm in south central Iowa. She was the youngest of the three children and enjoyed the good life. She had a large and supportive extended family and a very close immediate family. Family ties ran deep regardless of the long distances that sometimes had to be traveled to see eachother. The girl was raised in a household of strong faith and a lot of laughter. In her teen years she worked a couple of odd jobs to make a little extra money and went on some youth group trips--sealing her faith. After high school she moved off the farm, got a job at a new hardware store in her new town, and started college, studying nursing, which complimented her caring nature and compassion for others.


On the other side of the Missouri river, a young boy was living a similar, yet different childhood. He lived near the city of Omaha and spent his days riding his bike and looking for a little mischief as most young boys do. He was the second of 3 children. In his teen years he excelled at football and ROTC, earning the reputation as a perfectionist with a big heart. After high school he crossed the Missouri into the great state and began his college career studying Mechanical Engineering. In his small amount of spare time, he worked at Menards.

This is where their paths crossed. There, in the back aisles of the Millwork department between customers, unloading inventory, and the occasional strong man compititions (back when we chicks didn't care that it was strong man instead of strongperson) slowly but surely a romance blossomed. Within 2 years they were planning a wedding. The wedding was lovely and the couple began their life together and with the young man's young daughter.

The years were good to them. They graduated and moved to the Mississippi River valley to begin their careers and continued their marital bliss. Close contact was kept with their respective families and many joys were celebrated...the birth of nieces, the purchase of their first home, and settling into an ideal church family to name a few. Along the road they also grieved the loss together of 2 grandfathers and a grandmother. In one particularly devastating year they lost a sister and a father. Near the end of that year they learned that the year would not end in sadness. Though the past had held loss of life, the future showed much hope for new life in the form of a baby due in August 2010!!! After 9 1/2 years and counting of marriage, life was still good and they couldn't be more excited to continue on in their journey.

Tomorrow and randoms

Tomorrow will be a good day. I get to shower in my own shower after a few days of using the guest shower as our master bath was in a state of remodel. Tomorrow is my last day of work for the week. YIPPEE! I only have 1 patient to see...so far...it will probably change! And the best of all??? My Mommy is coming to my house!! On Thursday we are going to head to Michigan to spend some time with my aunt and hopefully cousins!) while my uncle is away on a trip.

I am looking forward to this for a few reasons. First of all I get my mom all to myself for a 6 hour car ride. I'm sure that we'll find some good reasons to share a laugh and maybe a tear. I look forward to just being with her. Second, I am really excited to see my aunt. Last fall we went to Branson with this aunt (and uncle) and had a wonderful time, and I love to watch how my mom and her just "click." Although they are both the "inlaws" of the family, in a lot of ways they are truly like sisters.

Yeah for tomorrow!

We finished the bathroom remodel and it turned out as good as if not better than expected. Tan-ish walls, light oak wood grain laminate flooring, bright white tub, toilet, sink, and trim, a warm and rich dark brown tile in the shower with matching countertop, pewter fixtures, and a splash of burgundy in towels and rugs. Perfect.

Maddie was here last weekend and we just had a really nice family time. She opted to stay home and help dad with the bathroom project instead of going to a friend's house to play. We shared a lot of laughs--such a sweet girl. I miss her so much when she is not here.

We did have a little excitement early Sunday morning. I was awakened from a very deep sleep convinced that a helicopter was trying to land on my bed. It was loud and my room was shaking. I jumped up and looked out the window--nothing. I screamed at Craig in my very alarmed and panicked voice "WHAT IS GOING ON??" to which he jumped up laughing a little and promptly unplugged his air compressor, which he had used to air nail the trim in the bathroom. Evidently it had decompressed just enough to warrant running the motor and restoring the pressure at 1:00 in the morning. He felt bad for laughing at me but said that the look on my face was hilarious. I didn't see the humor and fell back asleep shortly after my heartrate dropped back down below 500. Oh the woes of remodeling. We will now make rounds before we go to bed to ensure that this never repeats itsself. I was so scared.

I think that is it for now. The Biggest Loser is now on and demands that I give my undivided attention. Good night, all!