Dancing in the Rain

Brady and I went for a walk in the rain. We originally were going to steal my mom's umbrellas, but when she told us she left them in her car that my dad was driving, we decided to go anyway. At that point it was hardly sprinkling. Twenty minutes into our walk, it started pouring on us. We kept walking and holding hands, loving every second of it. Brady even thanked me for walking in the rain with him. It was refreshing and it feels so good to be back to my (almost) normal self. We hope it's not tooooo temporary, trying to soak up every fun moment we can get while I'm feeling "good". I even jogged for a good 10 seconds until I realized that I couldn't run without holding onto my growing belly since I could feel it bouncing around. That was an odd realization especially since I have had every intention of running again once my nausea passed. But I love the rain. And tonight even though I am at work, every couple hours I look out a window and see it still raining, it makes me look forward to crawling into our bed that Brady is currently warming up for me and hope he'll snuggle with me just long enough until I fall asleep. Does the rain make anybody else feel mushy? Or is it just me. I love the temporary change in weather, I just wish I had more shoes that were more waterproof. And this is the point where I stop talking because the sleepiness is beginning to talk for me.

Temple Christmas Lights

I got put on-call (again!) for work Sunday night so Brady and I decided to take advantage of our night together so we went to the Christmas lights at the temple. It's always colder at the temple, but it was nice to get out and spend the evening together. Suprisingly there weren't as many people there as there usually is! Made it nice for us though. Afterward, we drove around and checked out all the pretty houses with lights.

Gratitude

It's Thanksgiving morning... and I thought it fitting to write a Thanksgiving blog. I had a lot on my to-do list. I was going to get my Christmas decorations up, paint my ugly candlestick holders and shelf, do a little apartment decor shopping... but things don't always go as planned. In fact, really nothing has gone according to plan the past four weeks. In spite of it all however, my life is nothing short of absolute sweetness. I have so much to be grateful for.
1. My wonderful husband who has done nothing but support me and stepped up to almost any task I put him up to despite being as busy as he is. He has been absolutely wonderful through my constant illness and has never once acted frustrated with anything. Except he did laugh when he came home this past weekend to me on the couch with a big pump hooked into my stomache, giant IV pole, and a big bowl beside me for the "just in case". That wasn't funny then, though I'm sure someday it might be.
2. Our jobs. We couldn't love our jobs more and we feel so blessed to have them when so many are struggling to get one.
3. Our educations. Even though Brady is just beginning we are grateful for the opportunities that we have to learn and progress.
4. Grandma's. Both of our grandma's are some of the greatest people we know.
5. Family. I don't know how we got so lucky to have the two greatest and funnest families we know of. And for the most part we are all best friends and get along. And when things get tough, our families are always the first to call and lend a helping hand. I don't know where I would be without our families.
6. The Gospel. It's great to have all the answers I need to be happy.
7. Zofran, although I hate having an ugly pump hooked up to me 24/7.
8. The list could go on and on but I will end it with #8 I am grateful that my charge nurse is sending me home early since we are overstaffed. Sweet! Life is good.

Upgrade!!!

Brady and I moved to Mesa really close to my parents... and I mean REALLY close... like the same apartment complex. We love it so far, close enough to have somewhere to go to when bored and far enough away where I'd actually have to get some sandals on to walk over there. It's clean, I haven't seen anyone rolling weed yet, and I don't smell smoke. The new paint smell is finally wearing off thank goodness as that was not a good smell for my nausea. It's clean (minus the major need for dusting), new and it feels so good to have an extra bedroom! It'll be a great place for the next year or two until we decide to buckle down and buy a house.

A mouthful for me, and some for the basket...

A few baskets of these...


All cut up into a few baskets of these...


Are going to make a great year supply of Grams Simmons world reknown frozen strawberry jam. I'm looking forward to this weekend when Grams will show me how to make it. MMMM!!! I got very full while cutting them up because I kept eating them. (Superstition Ranch Market has strawberry pints on sale 2 for a dollar... fresh and delicious!)

Utah

What a month for flying!!! The week after Brooke got married, I came back and worked my 3 shifts while Brady drove up to Utah to be a groomsman in his friends wedding. I flew up there that weekend and spent Saturday through Wednesday enjoying the family, throwing up, sleeping, and playing with everyone. We carved pumpkins for family home evening and Anayah even got her own little baby pumpkin (she helped the rest of us carve our big kid pumpkins).


This hayride was at the pumpkin patch where we took the girls to get the pumpkins. It was a cute farm. Brady and I planned out our future plans for buying a farm someday...


This was at the Bountiful temple. It was gorgeous inside and out. It's at the top of a big hill and you can see the whole valley, it was probably one of my favorite temples now. I wish I was feeling better that day to enjoy it more, but the wedding was beautiful as they always are in the temple.


I was supposed to drive home with Brady Wednesday but decided to fly home instead because I was so sick up there. This baby is like a mini parasite. A cute parasite, but a parasite nonetheless.

My Love

I'm sitting here at work at it's 3am... I have a little downtime and I'm looking through blogs and I just keep thinking about how badly I wish I was sleeping next to my love. I'm not one to be mushy and gooey on my blog, but tonight I just miss him, and his birthday is on Thursday so I thought it appropriate to write a mushy post about him.
Brady always knows how to make me smile. When I say "don't you dare think about waking me up in the morning" he says "baby when you get home in the morning, come in and jump on me so I can hold you". He is so smart... he'll talk your head off if you ask him about the weather forecast for the week, or how tornados are formed, or what the average high is in any given state in the U.S (I think he may be like my dad where he just says numbers confidently so you can't tell if he's pulling them out of his butt or if he really does know). If the tv isn't turned on to the weather channel, you can be sure he's got a John Wayne movie playing. He always tells me how pretty I am, even when I'm waking up in the afternoon after my 3rd night shift in the afternoon, baggy eyes and all. He rubs my belly when it hurts. He can eat cheddar cheese and peanut butter jelly sandwhiches like they were going out of style. He thinks making the bed is stupid since it's just going to get messed up anyway, but he occassionally suprises me with a loaded dishwasher and clean sink. He thinks it's hilarious to smother me with his body after he's been running in 105 degree weather. He's the greatest man I could have ever hoped to marry, I'm not sure how I got so lucky. I never knew I could love someone so much. I love you Brady, happy birthday.