We had a close call on Monday 11/1. I started having contractions at 1:30 in the morning that were about 10 minutes apart. They were still about 10 minutes apart at 3, so I decided to take a shower to try to relax. They eased up a bit in intensity side, but not so much frequency. They weren't really painful, so I didn't think too much of them...plus I was exhausted as I hadn't been to bed yet. I figured if they got worse, I would wake up. At about 5:30, I woke up to some pretty decent contractions, and they had increased to every 5 minutes, so I called my mom to get her opinion. Since I already had an appointment scheduled with my OB, I didn't know whether to wait it out, or head up to the hospital. Ben and I decided to wake up and get ready to head to Wenatchee. I really didn't want to deal with getting the random on-call doc, so we decided to wait a bit to actually start the trip to Wenatchee. Since my mom is a labor and delivery nurse, I had her monitor my contractions, because I thought I was going crazy, and imagining things. Plus I didn't (still don't) want to be one of those first time moms who freaks out about every little thing. My contractions were coming every 2-6 minutes, so we decided to go ahead and leave.
I called my OB's office, and was told to go straight to the hospital, since it sounded like I was in labor. I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes at the hospital. I had a quick ultrasound to see what position Brooklynn was in, and she was transverse. My cervix was still closed...0-1 with (maybe) 25% effacement. Just a little softening in the center, but nothing beyond that. Since Brooke was transverse, I was told not to eat or drink anything in case I needed a c-section that day. It was my OB's surgery morning, so he was at the hospital already, and came to see me at about noon. I think Brooke likes to flirt with Dr. Utley, because she was head down when he checked me, and he confirmed it with an ultrasound. Hey, as long as she keeps that up long enough to have a vaginal delivery...I'm perfectly okay with it. :)
Since I wasn't progressing by 5:30 that night (my cervix never did change), I was given the option to stay in the hospital, or go home and come back if my false labor turned into active labor. With only 2 hours of sleep, the night before, and not too much more than that they previous 2 nights, we decided to come home, and I was given some much needed sleeping pills. So now we are just waiting to see when Brooke decides to make her entrance. Given the fact that I am still contracting frequently, I would prefer sooner than later. I hope that my next update is one that I can show pictures of my little girl, but only time will tell!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
34 weeks, and the countdown shortens.
Alright...time for another update.
I had my 34 week appointment Monday. Everything is going well. Brooklynn is growing like a weed, and has a good strong heartbeat. She is VERY cramped though. My doctor said that he was pleasantly surprised that I was still pregnant, which makes me wonder how far he really expected me to get. Being 34 weeks, I can now deliver in Wenatchee, and don't have to be flown out to Seattle or Spokane to deliver. He also feels that Brooke will be just fine if I were to go into labor now, so no need for steroid injections (YAY!!!). Our new goal is to get 2 more weeks...after that, he will just let her come if that's what she wants to do. Once again, she was breech/transverse. He told me point blank, if he'd needed to deliver her that day, she would have been a c-section. He told me to be prepared for it, but that she could still surprise us, so we aren't "planning" it just yet. Also, because of the fact that I've been contracting for a little over a week, he's having me come in weekly from now on (I had a contraction while he was trying to measure Brooke and me). He's also having me restrict my activities so that I don't overdo it, and contract even more. He almost checked to see if I was dilated at all, but decided against irritating the cervix since I had just had a contraction. I'm thinking those checks will start coming soon though...
So that's where we are. My little Thanksgiving baby may turn out to be a Halloween baby. Ben and I are frantically trying to get everything ready for her to arrive a month early. The car seat in in place, the hospital bag is mostly packed, and Ben has everything at work filled out so he can be there to support me. It's a good thing that we have awesome family nearby, who are all willing to help out if needed! Having our parents 5-15 minutes away has truly been a blessing!
While the thought of being a mom is still scares the living daylights out of me, I am so excited for Brooklynn to get here. Ben can't wait to hold her, and I can't wait to let him ;). He's already wrapped around her little finger, and she's already a daddy's girl. She loves listening to him play the piano, and never seems to fail to let him know she hears him when he talks to her (in French, which is super cute, by the way).
Well, that's about it for now. It's the waiting game from here on out.
I had my 34 week appointment Monday. Everything is going well. Brooklynn is growing like a weed, and has a good strong heartbeat. She is VERY cramped though. My doctor said that he was pleasantly surprised that I was still pregnant, which makes me wonder how far he really expected me to get. Being 34 weeks, I can now deliver in Wenatchee, and don't have to be flown out to Seattle or Spokane to deliver. He also feels that Brooke will be just fine if I were to go into labor now, so no need for steroid injections (YAY!!!). Our new goal is to get 2 more weeks...after that, he will just let her come if that's what she wants to do. Once again, she was breech/transverse. He told me point blank, if he'd needed to deliver her that day, she would have been a c-section. He told me to be prepared for it, but that she could still surprise us, so we aren't "planning" it just yet. Also, because of the fact that I've been contracting for a little over a week, he's having me come in weekly from now on (I had a contraction while he was trying to measure Brooke and me). He's also having me restrict my activities so that I don't overdo it, and contract even more. He almost checked to see if I was dilated at all, but decided against irritating the cervix since I had just had a contraction. I'm thinking those checks will start coming soon though...
So that's where we are. My little Thanksgiving baby may turn out to be a Halloween baby. Ben and I are frantically trying to get everything ready for her to arrive a month early. The car seat in in place, the hospital bag is mostly packed, and Ben has everything at work filled out so he can be there to support me. It's a good thing that we have awesome family nearby, who are all willing to help out if needed! Having our parents 5-15 minutes away has truly been a blessing!
While the thought of being a mom is still scares the living daylights out of me, I am so excited for Brooklynn to get here. Ben can't wait to hold her, and I can't wait to let him ;). He's already wrapped around her little finger, and she's already a daddy's girl. She loves listening to him play the piano, and never seems to fail to let him know she hears him when he talks to her (in French, which is super cute, by the way).
Well, that's about it for now. It's the waiting game from here on out.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Birthday and 30 Week Appointment
23. I don't feel any older...but I think a big part of that is because I still don't feel old enough to be a mom. I remember telling Ben..."I'll be 23 when we have our first baby. That seems pretty reasonable." Ha. I didn't take into account the fact that I don't think I will EVER feel old enough or ready enough to be a mom. Sorry...rant over. My birthday was pretty quiet this year. My dad was out of state for drill, and my mom was in Utah. Kyle went with Ben and me to lunch, as Jessica was in school. The day after, Ben and I took a day a went to Tri-cities. We went to the temple and did sealings, then walked around the mall. Granted...very slowly, and sitting on just about every bench we came across.
So, on to Brooklynn... my 30 week appointment went well. I needed below a 120 to pass my second glucose test, and I got a 103. Dr. Utley made sure to remind me to take it easy during these last few weeks. He told me to call the instant I may experience any signs of preterm labor...don't ignore anything. In other words, be safe rather than sorry.
This time, Brooke was transverse...not really breech, but not too far off either. I measured behind on my fundal height again, even smaller than my 28 week appointment where I measured dead on for my gestational age. This is all directly related to her differing positions in my uterus, but I can tell he's slightly concerned about not getting accurate measurements on me. He told me that Brooke doesn't have much time left to get into position. The longer she waits to do so, the bigger she gets, in turn making it harder for her to move around....meaning the more likely I'll have a c-section. I can't even attempt a vaginal delivery if she isn't head down because it's too dangerous to physically manipulate her.
While it's nice to finally hear some of the thoughts going through his head...it's a little scary to know that the fact he's saying anything at all is because of the high risk of it actually happening. A total double edged sword.
I'll try to keep this updated as I have more appointments. she could come within the next 4-7 weeks (most likely). Yikes...talk about a reality check. Here are pictures of my baby bump.
20 Weeks Pregnant
30 Weeks Pregnant
So, on to Brooklynn... my 30 week appointment went well. I needed below a 120 to pass my second glucose test, and I got a 103. Dr. Utley made sure to remind me to take it easy during these last few weeks. He told me to call the instant I may experience any signs of preterm labor...don't ignore anything. In other words, be safe rather than sorry.
This time, Brooke was transverse...not really breech, but not too far off either. I measured behind on my fundal height again, even smaller than my 28 week appointment where I measured dead on for my gestational age. This is all directly related to her differing positions in my uterus, but I can tell he's slightly concerned about not getting accurate measurements on me. He told me that Brooke doesn't have much time left to get into position. The longer she waits to do so, the bigger she gets, in turn making it harder for her to move around....meaning the more likely I'll have a c-section. I can't even attempt a vaginal delivery if she isn't head down because it's too dangerous to physically manipulate her.
While it's nice to finally hear some of the thoughts going through his head...it's a little scary to know that the fact he's saying anything at all is because of the high risk of it actually happening. A total double edged sword.
I'll try to keep this updated as I have more appointments. she could come within the next 4-7 weeks (most likely). Yikes...talk about a reality check. Here are pictures of my baby bump.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Long needed update...
Okay, I'm back. If you couldn't tell from the new decor...we are expecting a baby GIRL!!!! We've decided to name her Brooklynn Marie, and we can't wait to meet her!
So far, it's been a fairly difficult pregnancy, and I've neglecting my blog because I've not really wanted to talk about it. But I now I feel okay to talk about a few of my issues, so here it goes. While certain medical issues have taken a back seat, new and "exciting" ones have taken their place. My RA has all but completely subsided during the pregnancy. There was one electrical storm in July that really had me hurting for about 48 hours, but other than that I have been very blessed to have only 2 joint (L knee and R shoulder) give me any amount of trouble. My Rheumatologist says that it's a good sign, and we will just keep our fingers crossed that the typical 3 month postpartum flare up will be minor.
I had horrible nausea and vomiting, to the point of hyperemesis. Not even Zofran touched it some days. That lasted WELL into the pregnancy, and I only started getting relief after about 20 weeks, with most of it gone by 24. However, once the hyperemesis was out of the picture, heartburn set it. I have never experienced heartburn, and have always prided myself with my ability to eat spicy, cultural foods. Sadly, I can't eat the deliciously fried and spicy foods that I crave. Tums didn't touch it, and I now take Zantac 150. Ahhh...I love that stuff! Hopefully it continues to work throughout the remainder of my pregnancy.
My septum makes me more on the high risk side. I already knew that, but I guess I really didn't know how high risk I actually am. My doctor is more of a "we'll cross that bridge when we get there" kind of guy, and while it makes for a stress free appointment, it drives me kinda crazy because I like to know all the details. Never once has he used the terms "high risk" or "C-section" even though I know he's thinking about it. Never worried me about preterm labor, or gestational diabetes. Nothing. During my 26 week appointment, I made a passing comment to him about spending some time in Utah for my baby shower and a family get together. I got the worst stink eye, EVER. He told me that while he couldn't forbid me to go, I, in no way, had his blessing, because he was afraid that I could go into pre-term labor while in Utah, and be hundreds of miles away from him and his staff who have a birth plan in place for me. Well, that did it. I didn't go to Utah, and canceled my baby shower. Sorry about that by the way.
After my 26 week appointment, I took my 1 hour glucose test. I didn't have a problem getting the sickly sweet orange drink down....it was keeping it down that got to me. I was planning on walking around while I waited for the blood draw, but after 20 minutes, I was about to pass out. After Ben took me home and helped me relax for the remaining time, I was feeling a bit better. As soon as I stood up to go to the clinic, I immediately felt like I was going to pass out again. Ben helped me to the car, and before we could even make it out of our parking lot, I had to jump out of the car and vomit in the bushes. Nice, right? After driving the 60 seconds to the clinic, they took my blood and sent me on my way, but I had a horrible feeling I was going to fail. Sure enough, bright and early the next morning, I got the call. I failed my test. Great. So after talking with the nurse and explaining that I couldn't keep down the 50cc drink for an hour, there was no way I could keep down the 100cc drink for three hours unless they let me lie on a bed and have the tech come to me. Since there really isn't an option for that at my clinic, I am now doing the Jelly Bean test. I have to eat 20 of the Brach's jelly beans in under 2 minutes, then get my blood drawn at the 2 hour mark and pray it's below 120. We'll see how that one goes.
On a positive note, Brooklynn was head down at my last appointment (28 weeks), and all on my right side. So at least she is capable of getting into position at this point. Today, she was back in her favorite spot....feet up one side, head up the other, bum squarely on my cervix. I had to laugh with Ben at my last appointment, because my regular OB was out of town, so I had to see his associate. She is much more...frank...about my condition. Haha. There was a brand new student nurse shadowing, and as soon as I explained my medical history, the doctor turned to the nurse and started rambling off statistics of preemies, c-sections, and all sorts of complications. It's a very good thing I already knew this information, or I would have been totally taken back. (As I said before, my doctor is very go with the flow...)
So now we are just waiting. The goal is to get to October 13th, which is the 34 week mark. After that, I don't care when she comes....I just don't want her before that. I have only gained about 13 pounds so far in the pregnancy, (and as my doctor told me, I have a long torso and wide, baby bearing hips) so I'm really not very big. I don't have any belly pictures since my 20 week one, so I will have to do that soon. I have not been very good about that. I end up feeling too crummy to have my picture taken. I will try to be better about updating the blog, but to be honest, I probably won't be any better until Brooke gets here and I feel like I have something exciting to post about! Love you all!!!
So far, it's been a fairly difficult pregnancy, and I've neglecting my blog because I've not really wanted to talk about it. But I now I feel okay to talk about a few of my issues, so here it goes. While certain medical issues have taken a back seat, new and "exciting" ones have taken their place. My RA has all but completely subsided during the pregnancy. There was one electrical storm in July that really had me hurting for about 48 hours, but other than that I have been very blessed to have only 2 joint (L knee and R shoulder) give me any amount of trouble. My Rheumatologist says that it's a good sign, and we will just keep our fingers crossed that the typical 3 month postpartum flare up will be minor.
I had horrible nausea and vomiting, to the point of hyperemesis. Not even Zofran touched it some days. That lasted WELL into the pregnancy, and I only started getting relief after about 20 weeks, with most of it gone by 24. However, once the hyperemesis was out of the picture, heartburn set it. I have never experienced heartburn, and have always prided myself with my ability to eat spicy, cultural foods. Sadly, I can't eat the deliciously fried and spicy foods that I crave. Tums didn't touch it, and I now take Zantac 150. Ahhh...I love that stuff! Hopefully it continues to work throughout the remainder of my pregnancy.
My septum makes me more on the high risk side. I already knew that, but I guess I really didn't know how high risk I actually am. My doctor is more of a "we'll cross that bridge when we get there" kind of guy, and while it makes for a stress free appointment, it drives me kinda crazy because I like to know all the details. Never once has he used the terms "high risk" or "C-section" even though I know he's thinking about it. Never worried me about preterm labor, or gestational diabetes. Nothing. During my 26 week appointment, I made a passing comment to him about spending some time in Utah for my baby shower and a family get together. I got the worst stink eye, EVER. He told me that while he couldn't forbid me to go, I, in no way, had his blessing, because he was afraid that I could go into pre-term labor while in Utah, and be hundreds of miles away from him and his staff who have a birth plan in place for me. Well, that did it. I didn't go to Utah, and canceled my baby shower. Sorry about that by the way.
After my 26 week appointment, I took my 1 hour glucose test. I didn't have a problem getting the sickly sweet orange drink down....it was keeping it down that got to me. I was planning on walking around while I waited for the blood draw, but after 20 minutes, I was about to pass out. After Ben took me home and helped me relax for the remaining time, I was feeling a bit better. As soon as I stood up to go to the clinic, I immediately felt like I was going to pass out again. Ben helped me to the car, and before we could even make it out of our parking lot, I had to jump out of the car and vomit in the bushes. Nice, right? After driving the 60 seconds to the clinic, they took my blood and sent me on my way, but I had a horrible feeling I was going to fail. Sure enough, bright and early the next morning, I got the call. I failed my test. Great. So after talking with the nurse and explaining that I couldn't keep down the 50cc drink for an hour, there was no way I could keep down the 100cc drink for three hours unless they let me lie on a bed and have the tech come to me. Since there really isn't an option for that at my clinic, I am now doing the Jelly Bean test. I have to eat 20 of the Brach's jelly beans in under 2 minutes, then get my blood drawn at the 2 hour mark and pray it's below 120. We'll see how that one goes.
On a positive note, Brooklynn was head down at my last appointment (28 weeks), and all on my right side. So at least she is capable of getting into position at this point. Today, she was back in her favorite spot....feet up one side, head up the other, bum squarely on my cervix. I had to laugh with Ben at my last appointment, because my regular OB was out of town, so I had to see his associate. She is much more...frank...about my condition. Haha. There was a brand new student nurse shadowing, and as soon as I explained my medical history, the doctor turned to the nurse and started rambling off statistics of preemies, c-sections, and all sorts of complications. It's a very good thing I already knew this information, or I would have been totally taken back. (As I said before, my doctor is very go with the flow...)
So now we are just waiting. The goal is to get to October 13th, which is the 34 week mark. After that, I don't care when she comes....I just don't want her before that. I have only gained about 13 pounds so far in the pregnancy, (and as my doctor told me, I have a long torso and wide, baby bearing hips) so I'm really not very big. I don't have any belly pictures since my 20 week one, so I will have to do that soon. I have not been very good about that. I end up feeling too crummy to have my picture taken. I will try to be better about updating the blog, but to be honest, I probably won't be any better until Brooke gets here and I feel like I have something exciting to post about! Love you all!!!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
What's Cooking?
I have wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember, but I really started getting baby hungry at 17. After Ben and I got married, I knew that having kids right then wasn't the path we were supposed to take, but that realization nearly killed me. Ask Ben...taking birth control was a very difficult task for me. I opted for the shot every three months, just so I could deal with the emotional roller-coaster as little as possible. When the shot gave me such horrible migraines that I couldn't function, I had to switch to the pills. It was a daily battle. I had to psych myself up all day long, just to take that teeny tiny pill. I cried after the swallow every single day. I was an emotional wreck. Ben was awesome. He would just hold me, and tell me that this was a temporary pain, and the Lord would let us know when it was time to start trying.
We knew we were going to start trying no later that 2 years into the marriage. We had prayed about that, and felt very comfortable with that decision. However, a little before our first anniversary, we found my septum, and the doctor told us to start trying to get pregnant. We were excited to get started, but nervous because this was NOT in the plan. I am a control freak, so it took some adjustment to come to terms with that. However, a couple months after we started trying, we really started to feel like this was the Lord's plan for us. This was HIS way of getting things done, and we were just along for the ride.
Trying to conceive took a heavy toll on us...me specifically. Since I didn't ovulate at all. I knew the problem was my fault. I felt like I was holding Ben back from reaching his potential, and I began feeling depressed. I remember at one point, I was counting all the names of people I knew who were pregnant, or had just had a baby...I quit counting at 55 because I couldn't handle it anymore. Every time I heard someone was pregnant, I bawled my eyes out. While I was happy for them deep down, I just couldn't get past my sorrow, and my jealousy. I hated hearing "We weren't even trying". Ugh. Those words cut SO deep. I wondered what I had done that was so bad, I couldn't have the one thing I wanted more than anything else.
I received a blessing in the fall, stating that if I would put my whole heart into my calling at church, the Lord would bless me with the desires of my heart. Crazy thing was, I didn't have a calling at that point in time. I thought it was weird, but just went with it. I continued to have blessings that said the EXACT same thing. Nothing changed in wording or meaning.
The next month, I was called to be a Visiting Teaching Supervisor for my ward. As soon as I was set apart, I received the list of who I had, and started the calls to see who had completed the visiting teaching for the month. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't great either. Several women had not been contacted, so I got to work for the next month. I prayed with all my might that I would know how to fill my calling to the best of my capacity. The month of February came and went, and as I called my ladies, I started to cry with gratitude and excitement. The first call..."We visited all our sisters this month!" The second call..."We visited all our sisters this month!" The third call..."We visited all our sisters this month!" This continued with each call until every one on my list had been called, and I put a big "V" for visited by every sister on my list. As I prayed, thanking Heavenly Father for the experience I had just had, I received that strong yet quiet reassurance that the Lord knew what I had accomplished. He knew, that I put my whole self into this calling, and I had done what I had set out to do. Turns out, I ovulated the beginning of March, right after all my sisters had been contacted, and right before I emailed my coordinator with my list.
I realize that "scientifically speaking" the Clomid is what caused me to ovulate, but statistically, it shouldn't have worked THIS well on the first try for me.
Yes, I am pregnant. After a year of trying, with so many ups and even more downs, I am finally pregnant! I am exactly 9 weeks today, and the baby looks perfect! I am still at an increased risk for miscarriage, but I am satisfied. I CAN get pregnant. After so much wondering by me, my family, and my doctors...we know that I am able to get pregnant and sustain that pregnancy, at least so far, that is the case.
My oven has been on pre-heat for a year, and I am so excited it is finally cooking something! So in answer to What's Cooking? Baby Stott is cooking, and we can't wait to meet him or her!
This is our little nugget at 9 Weeks!!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Two Whole Years!!
So Saturday was our Two Year Anniversary. We are still a little in shock over it! It feels like just yesterday we walked into the Logan Temple to be sealed for Time and All Eternity. And yet, at the same time, it feels like it was forever ago. So much has changed. Being completely reliant on one another, coming to a better understanding of what we want out of this life, realizing the difference between wants and needs, and SO much more! I feel like a totally different person than the Me from two years ago. And Ben has changed so much too, but not really in the ways I would have expected. I guess that goes for me too though.
While it has been a great two years, I could have never imagined the struggle that we have had to overcome. They haven't been fun, but they've made us stronger, and closer to Heavenly Father. My health issues, our struggle/inability to get pregnant, the poor economy in which we started our lives together, school upsets, loss of jobs, it has all been tough, but I wouldn't trade it in. I love Ben so much, and I couldn't imagine my life without him. Some days I don't feel like I deserve him, and yet, for some crazy reason, he still loves me...even after getting to know every facet of my personality inside and out. I am so grateful for a husband who is a worthy priesthood holder, who makes it a point to include Heavenly Father in our relationship, who works so hard for our little family, and who truly loves me for me. I love you Hun! Happy Anniversary! Two Years down, Eternity to go!
While it has been a great two years, I could have never imagined the struggle that we have had to overcome. They haven't been fun, but they've made us stronger, and closer to Heavenly Father. My health issues, our struggle/inability to get pregnant, the poor economy in which we started our lives together, school upsets, loss of jobs, it has all been tough, but I wouldn't trade it in. I love Ben so much, and I couldn't imagine my life without him. Some days I don't feel like I deserve him, and yet, for some crazy reason, he still loves me...even after getting to know every facet of my personality inside and out. I am so grateful for a husband who is a worthy priesthood holder, who makes it a point to include Heavenly Father in our relationship, who works so hard for our little family, and who truly loves me for me. I love you Hun! Happy Anniversary! Two Years down, Eternity to go!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A lot on my plate
Okay, sorry I haven't updated. I'll let you in on a little secret. Clomid is not fun. Having pregnancy symptoms when you aren't pregnant...totally not fun. Cramps, bloating, nausea, acne, hot flashes, emotional swings that drive me crazy...and though he hasn't said anything, I'm sure they drive Ben crazy too. If I need to take Clomid to get pregnant, than you better believe that I'm going to take Clomid, but I don't have to like it. Granny pointed out today that I have had worse acne in the past month and a half, than I did throughout my entire teenage years! I cry my eyes out over the dumbest things, and then 5 minutes later, I'm as happy as a lark. Ugh. It really is driving me nuts!! Oh, and to top it off, I currently have pneumonia. So it's all these symptoms plus not being able to breath. Hopefully these antibiotics work soon!!!!
Okay, that's my rant. Now onto fun stuff. Brad is marrying this AWESOME girl, Erin, May 8th. I was commissioned to do all the flowers for the wedding/reception/everything. I am SOOOOO grateful that Rianne Jones offered to help me out. Two heads are totally better than one. I just told her what I was thinking, and then she helped me actually pull it off. Man I love that girl!!! I would have NEVER gotten as far as I have without her!! Jessica also helped out a ton! She was right there if we needed leaves painted, or if we needed a certain flower retrieved, cut, etc, she was right there to do it! She made the whole process go 100 times faster!! Now we are more than 50% done with the flowers.
The next thing I have to worry about, the cake. Yes. I am doing the cake. AHHHH!!!! I am really nervous about this one! The nice thing is, we still have the cake from my wedding as a backup if I screw up too badly!! Hahaha.
Let's see, what else is new. Ben had a lead part in a musical, and did a FABULOUS job!! I am so stinking proud of him! He was Barnaby in Hello Dolly, just in case anyone was wondering, or didn't see his performance. My mom, of course, took over 1000 pictures over the 3 performances. Everyone kept saying they expected me to be performing right there with him, but I don't do so well in front of people. I get stage fright sooooo bad...it's ugly. Plus, I just don't think I have the voice for it.
Well, I think that's it for now. See ya!!
Okay, that's my rant. Now onto fun stuff. Brad is marrying this AWESOME girl, Erin, May 8th. I was commissioned to do all the flowers for the wedding/reception/everything. I am SOOOOO grateful that Rianne Jones offered to help me out. Two heads are totally better than one. I just told her what I was thinking, and then she helped me actually pull it off. Man I love that girl!!! I would have NEVER gotten as far as I have without her!! Jessica also helped out a ton! She was right there if we needed leaves painted, or if we needed a certain flower retrieved, cut, etc, she was right there to do it! She made the whole process go 100 times faster!! Now we are more than 50% done with the flowers.
The next thing I have to worry about, the cake. Yes. I am doing the cake. AHHHH!!!! I am really nervous about this one! The nice thing is, we still have the cake from my wedding as a backup if I screw up too badly!! Hahaha.
Let's see, what else is new. Ben had a lead part in a musical, and did a FABULOUS job!! I am so stinking proud of him! He was Barnaby in Hello Dolly, just in case anyone was wondering, or didn't see his performance. My mom, of course, took over 1000 pictures over the 3 performances. Everyone kept saying they expected me to be performing right there with him, but I don't do so well in front of people. I get stage fright sooooo bad...it's ugly. Plus, I just don't think I have the voice for it.
Well, I think that's it for now. See ya!!
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