Little Teeny (Tall!) June Bug!

We're adding yet another girl to Peterson Team Princess!

Matt, Holynd and I were really excited to hear that Holynd would have a girly playmate this June!

The Tech couldn't believe how long the baby's legs were already! She kept telling us that this baby was "ALL LEGS!". That made Matt really excited. (She'll probably come out taller then Holynd is now.)

Keep cookin' June Bug!

We have several names that we already love... But I think we might "meet" this baby before we settle on one name.

TUB-TUB

Holynd's newest word is: Tub-Tub!

She's always loved her bath. When she was just a few weeks old, she would fall asleep in her tub.

We especially love tub-time now that we have TUB CRAYONS from Santa.

(I was a little leary about Tub Crayons at first, but they wash off with just a splash of water.)

Uh... Feeling Fine?

Everyday Life Update: I haven't posted in awhile. Mainly because my next post was supposed to be a video of some sort. My parents gave me a super-cool video camera for graduation and I've been dying to get the cutest video of Holynd for my videographer debut. BUT! It's pretty close to impossible to get your 1-year-old to do something cute and then keep doing it while you try to find your video camera, turn it on, and start recording. SIGH... So, we're still working on it.

Holynd Update: Holynd is what you would call a "selective walker". She walks only when she sees the need and sees the benefit for her. That means that if Matt and I stand apart from each other and bribe her with Nerds candy, she'll walk. Otherwise, she just gives you a look like, "Yeah, right. No treat, No walk". She's able to get off the couch on her own and can almost climb up all by herself. I can't believe I have a child who can open the fridge and get the carton of Soy Milk out when she wants some milk, but can't walk unbribed. Yes, Holynd is a Soy Milk drinker... We don't know why, but Whole Milk makes her throw-up. She can eat all other dairy, including ice cream without a problem, it's just the Whole Milk.

Unborn-Baby-No-Name Update: Still not feeling prego. Yeah.... Close to 17 weeks along and other then some weird insomnia, I really don't feel pregnant yet. (The jury is still out on whether the baby is causing this or Matt's snoring is causing this. For some reason, I sleep really well after I kick Matt out of our room... Hhhhmmmmm?) I guess my clothes are starting to get snug, which I hate, but I still haven't gained any weight yet! (Yay!) At first I was nervous, like maybe I had made the whole pregnancy up in my head, but then we heard a heartbeat and that theory went out the window. I've wondered if maybe this could mean that were having a boy instead of a girl, but Matt assures me it's another girl. :) Which would be awesome because I have enough baby girl clothes to open my own store. (Some of which still have tags on them.) We do get to go in for an early ultrasound to check on a few things next Wednesday and Matt says he's going to slip the Ultrasound Tech a 50 to tell us what were having. I may be making an announcement Wednesday afternoon, but don't get your hopes up, just in case. I went through my little "log" of my pregnancy with Holynd and laughed at how miserable I was at this point....

Week 17 of Holynd's Pregnancy: No exercise because of Sciatica and back pain, No sleep because of heartburn, no energy, still having decent amounts of morning sickness and many many food aversions, mood swings that are off the charts, very emotional and swelling in my feet.

Week 17 with Unborn-Baby-No-Name: Still working out everyday, a few weird cravings, other then that... feeling fine......?

We have been calling Unborn-Baby-No-Name, just "New Baby", but that would make Holynd the "Old Baby", so I've quit. We're now stealing the term, "Unborn-Baby-No-Name" from the show Accidentally On Purpose.

I will admit that I did have one teeny-tiny nervous breakdown last week. I had "hit the wall" as my mom often called it when I lived at home. But, I have an awesome husband who took Holynd to Grandma Kathy's for a few hours of non-mom time and came home, with a yummy sandwich and Tylenol PM. He brought me stuff when I asked for it and made sure all stayed quiet so I could sleep all afternoon. (I should have breakdowns more often!) I felt so much better afterward.

Holynd! Just Smash It In Your Face!

Holynd didn't love Santa when she met him, but she did learn to love him after he brought her tons of presents!

I love to have a living room free of clutter.... It's been a far-off dream since Christmas. As soon as Holynd wakes up, all the toys have to come out. She knows exactly where the "living-room toys" are and throws them everywhere.

(Yes, she does have a figurine of some sort sticking out of her mouth).

Here is Holynd's playhouse! She loves it and I love it 'cause as soon as playtime is over, the toys get "hidden" in the closed playhouse.

Holynd's new favorite thing to do is to shut her door while she's playing in her room.

It's fun to go knock on the door because she actually answers.

Holynd's birthday is just three shorts days after Christmas! We celebrated at G-Ma's and G-Pa's. Holynd had a lot of fun.

Here is her Aurora cake.

She had her own princess hat to wear, but she hated it.

Great Grandpa and Grandma gave her a wonderful book called, "You're My Love Bug". Holynd loves books and is now in need of her own bookshelf. She's so cute when she looks at her books. She likes to point and "read" in her own little language. She also has to turn the pages herself.

Eating her very own cake. She wasn't sure what to do at first. She kept looking at Matt and I like, "You're really going to let me do this?".

She got really excited and was making all sorts of faces. At this point, she still hadn't attempted to "dig" into the cake.

Uncle Ike finally told her, "Holynd! Just smash it in your face". She got the hang of it and had to have a bath. The pink frosting actually stained her little face for a couple of hours, but no permenant damage was done.

Despite all my efforts, Holynd is growing up. When we go places, people no longer comment on my beautiful baby, but now comment on my pretty little girl. It kinda bums me out!

Holynd has made her first few attempts at walking "hands-free", but still thinks crawling is much cooler and faster.

She's discovered ketchup and LOVES it.

Holynd is learning how to communicate really well. She knows how to point at things she wants or likes. When she gets excited while I'm making her lunch or dinner, she makes yummy noises, "MMMMmmmmmm!". She has added "Brampa", "Uh oh", "Ho Ho Ho" and "Night Night" to her growing vocabulary.

She still wakes up every morning and calls out for her "dad dad daaaaaaaaad".

Waited A Long Time

This post has been hanging out in the back of my mind for awhile now.

I've tried to figure out a funny, clever way to tell about this situation, but after how hard the past few weeks have been, I realized that my Heavenly Father is trying to tell me a lot of things. Things that are not funny and clever.

So, bear with me as this post gets really sappy and spiritual.

I met with my school counselor at the beginning of the semsester. She was awesome and I loved her immediately. She understood my situation, my responsibilities to my family and my desire to further my education. After looking over my transcript, she told me I needed to look into a Graduate Program, "You'd be a shoo-in for a Masters Program, even a PhD program. If you did the PhD program, you'd be able to start teaching after your first-year course exams".

I was so excited. She seemed to confident in me. She assured me over and over that with the same support I was receiving from family, I could do this program and still be a mom. I was elated.

Three weeks later she sent me the course schedule for Fall 2010. I would have to go to school all day, four days a week. I was shocked, stunned, crazed. This is NOT what I wanted. I wanted my little twice-a-week schedule like I had now. Not the same crazy, school-around-the-clock schedule I had when I was pregnant. I cried. I cried a lot. I cried to my mom, my husband, my friends, pretty much anyone who would listen. I just wanted someone to tell me what to do. I wanted to do this program so bad!

I started talking to Matt about taking Holynd to daycare three or four days a week. He agreed as long as, "It was what I wanted to do". (Good Husband). I told him it was, but there was this little voice in the back of my head that told me it was NOT what I wanted at all.

I started to feel guilty, but I pushed the guilty feelings down and continued on. I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. I HAD to prove that I could do this program and still be a mom.

Finally one day, I got on my knees and prayed. Not your usual, "oh, please bless me" prayer, I bawled my eyes out to my Father in Heaven. I kept pleading for him to take this guilt away, so I could move on.

When I stood up, the guilt was somewhat gone, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do the PhD program when I wanted to. I knew I would get to someday, even soon, but not right now. I just felt this lingering feeling that something else was in store for our family. (I was hoping it was a trip somewhere warm!)

I told Matt that night that I needed sometime off from school. He again answered, "Whatever you want. I will support you". (Good Husband).

Two days later, I found out I was pregnant, yet again.

I again found myself on my knees. What was up with this curve ball!? I was almost a little bit angry with my Heavenly Father, I kept asking Him, "What will everyone say!?" and finally the thought, "Why does that matter?" entered my head.

Matt was, of course, elated. :)

Matt gave me a blessing right after I found out I was pregnant with Holynd. It was really sweet and something he decided to do everytime. We didn't think it would be happening again this soon, but that night he gave me my second pregnancy blessing. I haven't asked him, but I don't think he'll care if I share.

He blessed me to know first and foremost that everything I am doing is very pleasing to my Father in Heaven. He blessed me that I would be able to grow and handle this. He also blessed me to know that this baby was coming at this time for a very special purpose. And, at the very end of my blessing, he blessed me to know that I would be supported by everyone around me and that I would be able to continue on with my education as I so desire.

The next day, I got on my knees for a very different reason. I got on my knees in gratitude.

OK!

NO MORE SAPPY AND SPIRITUAL.

NOW FOR FUNNY AND CLEVER.

We have officially nick-named Matt, Jim-Bob Dugger!

However, I do not go by Michelle. When Michelle starts carrying a hot purse for a diaper bag and wearing heels on the show... maybe.

This baby is so nice to me that sometimes I forget that I am pregnant.

I've "vetoed" following all the rules and have been eating deli meats, bleu cheese and hot dogs. So, when this child comes out with an extra ear... that's why. (Can you believe you're not supposed to eat that stuff!?)

Yes, I have been pregnant the last two: Halloweens, Thanksgivings and Christmases. I do not plan on doing it this way again, but I've learned that sometimes it's not up to me. :)

Matt figured out that by the time I have this baby, I will have been pregnant more in our marriage then not. (Thanks Matt....)

I'm due June 27th and am 13 weeks along.

I feel very fat and chubby. I've been lucky enough to not feel sick. We told everyone at Thanksgiving because I had to buy a size 4 pants and didn't want everyone to think I was just getting fat. (I cried the day I bought those pants).

My goal is to not gain more then 15 lbs with this pregnancy. I gained over 40 lbs with Holynd and felt like a blimp near the end. I haven't gained any weight yet (yay!), even with the new fat deposits in my lower regions (something I've finally had to except as just part of being pregnant) and my blog will partially be devoted to my trials on trying to eat healthy and being pregnant.

I'm still working out and doing yoga. I gave these up when I was 6 weeks pregnant with Holynd, another "no-no". However, abs are difficult when you are only 5'1" and have no where to put a baby... But I figured it out.

I kept nursing even though I was pregnant. People thought I was crazy, but I nursed until a week ago when Holynd decided nursing was for babies and she WAS NOT a baby anymore. We have officially switched to a sippy cup and Soy Milk (Holynd's choice, not ours).

I saw my doctor last Friday and we heard a very strong heartbeat of 165bpm. I actually heard my doctor say the words, "Your pregnancy is going very smoothly!" something I never heard when pregnant with Holynd.

I DO NOT WANT TO BE INDUCED WITH THIS BABY. It was awful, I hated it. I hated being strapped in a hospital bed for 19 hours and having all sorts of chemicals/medicines pumped in my body. So, I'm channeling all my spiritual energy into making this baby come on it's own with a nice, fast labor and delivery with no crazy complications that require a whole pediatric team from Primary Children's Hospital (yeah, right! Matt and I will never be THAT lucky. But I can hope!).

Yes, I have now went to school and worked full-time; went to school with morning sickness; went to school with contractions; went to school with a two-week old at home; went to school and had to pump because of nursing; and have went to school with a infant at home and a new one in my tummy....

There, sappy, spiritual, funny and clever all in one post.

Oh, PS. This is how we told everyone.

Holynd's shirt at Thanksgiving read: Big Sister Holynd Coming July 2010.

This was when I thought my due date would be July 1st, but they changed it when I went to the doctor. (Don't mind Matt's wierd face in the background.)