Today I was driving down the road and a Brad Paisley song came on the radio that I hadn't heard before. Most of his songs annoy me, but he has a few songs that I really like. The song began,
"I remember saying 'I don't care either way,
just as long as he or she's healthy I'm okay.'
Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen and said,
'You see that thing right there, well you know what that means.'"
By this point I was crying--something I don't recommend doing while driving. I did gain composure so that I wasn't risking me and Maggie's lives. Man, I've been emotional during this pregnancy. The other night the Minute to Win It game show made me cry. It's okay, you can laugh. The point is, the song hit me like a sack of bricks that I'm having a little boy soon. Part of me feels like this pregnancy is never going to end, but deep down I have this feeling that this baby is coming sooner than we might realize.
The rest of the song talks about picturing the little boy playing football and watching him grow up and possibly making the same mistakes his dad did. It reminded me of the old Mormon Ad with the song "Julie through the Glass." My sister is named, in part, after that Mormon Ad and it's always had a special place in my heart.
I've been frantically trying to finish our saddle so I can give it to Jonathan on our anniversary (1 week from today). It's not going to happen, but it will at least be a lot closer. I am almost done sewing the cantle binding (stitched by hand through 4 thicknesses of leather. Multiply that by at least 200 holes and it equals a long time and raw fingers by the time it's complete.) Once I'm done with the cantle though, basically all that is left is the final touches. It definitely looks like a saddle now...it's just not quite ridable yet. I'll post some pictures later.
The other night I found out that I'm more in charge of our Relief Society's Super Saturday than I realized. So I am working on a few crafts for it. I'd like to finishing everthing by our next meeting so that we have time to organize everything before the baby comes. I will probably be out of commission for the actual Super Saturday because it's only a few weeks after my due date.
Jonathan never gets sick. On the rare occasions that he is under the weather it's never bad enough that he wants to go to the doctor. Imagine my surprise when he asked me if he could come to the doctor with me last Monday and get checked out. Turns out he has bronchitis. The doctor prescribed him three different medications to help clear it up. Problem is, he had an allergic reaction to one of them and now he has an itchy rash on his chest and arms and back. All three of the medications list a rash as a sign of an allergic reaction, so we are going by process of elimination to figure out which one he is allergic to.
Maggie's new favorite word is "uh-oh." It's cute when she says it...which is pretty much all the time. Usually it's about very minor things so I don't pay too much attention to what she's saying uh-oh about. Yesterday I was painting a few things and had the lid to the can of paint on the counter. I was talking to my sister on the phone and Maggie scooted her chair over to the counter and climbed up on it so she could reach the counter. I heard her say "uh-oh" loud and clear, but it took me a few seconds to realize that she had stuck her hand on the lid of paint and then left a nice little painted hand print on the counter. I could laugh about it because it cleaned up easy enough.
I think that sums up the last few days and I'm out of time anyway, so too bad if it doesn't.
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