Friday, June 17, 2011

Home Sweat (and Sweet) Home

As promised...here are some "before" and "after" photos of our condo. We are finally feeling settled. We still need to post some of the guest bathroom, front and back patio areas, and the rest of the master bedroom. But until then...these photos should hold you over :)

And a BIG shout out to our parents for ALL their help! (and it was a lot!)

Living Room Before:


After:


Living Room Before:


After (with Robin's pregnant belly):




Kitchen Before:


Kitchen After:


Kitchen Before:


Kitchen After:


Dining Area Before:


Dining Area After:


Nursery Before:


Nursery After (better pictures to come...you don't see the cute chandelier and the frames don't have pictures of baby yet):





Guest Room Before:


Guest Room After:


Master Bedroom Before:


Master Bedroom After:



Master Bathroom Before:


Master Bathroom After (new lighting not installed yet):


Half Bathroom Before:


Half Bathroom After (painted in Gaucamole):

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

My world - Upside down

Cody and I have been living out of boxes and in filth for at least a month. We purchased a condo and closed escrow on May 2nd, and have been painting, cleaning, digging, weeding, shopping, moving, and hanging - all tasks I hate (well I do like, ok fine - love shopping...but these Lowes and Home Depot purchases aren't the kind of shopping I like). I think I've blogged about being a lazy lady in my heart and in practice...and no worries folks, I'm still that lazy girl. But since this condo will be my home for the next 3 to 5 years, I've been much more involved and active in the home improvement tasks than I or my doctor would like. I've been on an unknown labor deadline and things need to get done before my world is turned upside down. I certainly will need a nice home to adjust motherhood. Luckily, we have made some real progress thanks to lots of help.

Well, I'm 38 weeks as of yesterday. All along I was just trying to hold baby in until 25 weeks, because if Michelle Duggar can have a kid survive at that gestational age, so could I. And then I was trying to get the baby to 3 pounds. And then my goal was to make it to the mark when my niece Caroline was born. And now I'm just shocked that I'm 38 weeks. I guess I'm a "plan for the worst case and hope for the best" kind of girl...so I was planning on an early delivery all along.

My doctor says I'm boring though. He says everything looks good every appointment, but I can't help but have anxiety about what is to come. I know women give birth all over the world in crazy numbers daily. I also know that every human on this earth had to have been birthed at some point or another - and some to wimpier women than me. BUT - this primary fact barely eases my anxiety. Because lets face it people, pain is looming and possible complications can still be forthcoming. And why shouldn't they be looming for me when they happen to so many good people everyday.

Once I have this baby in my arms - I'm sure I'll worry about SIDS and other non-norm situations. And although I worry for these occurrences, I know, I know, that worrying doesn't help anything. Robin - the care free, who cares girl - still exists, until her mind wonders to labor and motherhood. And I hope that I laugh about my worries in time to come. But until then...I just trust that if something goes terribly wrong and there are complications, that A. I've planned for them and B. it's what is meant to be.

OK now...I feel a bit less anxious than I did before I wrote this post. I'll be sure to update this blog soon with condo "before" and "after" photos as well as this stinkin' cute nursery. Life has been crazy, its crazy that there is a baby ready to pop out of me, and it's even crazier that Cody and I are around the corner from real, legit parenthood.

Cody, btw, is as calm as humanly possible. He's such a rock star! Here are some more photos of yours truly. Lookin' large and well, large. The feet are now sausages. And I can only wear rubber flip flops. Strangers think they are my best friend too. My doctor says its because a pregnant woman embodies "hope." I think it's because people like the basketball look I've got goin' on. It makes them feel petite and small. Who knows. But lets just say that I can't run an errand without numerous people touching and conversing with me about everything baby. Good thing I don't have tactile issues.

36.5 Weeks


37.5 Weeks


38 Weeks


And the sausages...notice the indention caused by my rubber flip flops!

Monday, June 6, 2011

Leaving Arkansas...

At the end of March, Cody and I made the long drive back to California. Our time in Arkansas had come to an end and the store, California Yogurt Company, was left in good hands. I was excited to leave and get settled back here in my home state, but I'd be a liar if I didn't admit a pain in me as I crossed over the state line from Arkansas to Texas. Arkansas is most beautiful in the Spring when we left. The drive through southern Arkansas was so breathtaking and then we crossed into Texas and I instantly missed all those trees I'd loved for the past year.

Everyone can admit that the summer and even winter in Arkansas is pretty nasty. The summers are too humid. You sweat and sweat and sweat. The winters are cold, but without all the constant pretty white snow to make the outdoors look good. There is just brown, dead grass staring at you through the window most winter days. Summer is green and lush to the eye and winter does have some snow, but both seasons are pretty undesirable. But, BUT(!), the fall and spring make up for those bad winter and summer days. The color from the blossoms on the trees and bushes, and the temperatures, and fall colors are just grand. Trust me on this point. They don't call it the natural state for nothing.

Plus, the people of Conway, AR are some of the friendliest you'll ever meet. Real southern manners. And I liked living in the bible belt, I love the religious climate and interest. And Conway is a college town times three which makes it awesome times three.

But it was time to leave and get settled in a condo before baby arrived. So we left and made our way back home to CA. But not without some drama and El Paso, TX time.

Drama: Before leaving Conway, our friend Kevin told me that my front tires were pretty worn. I kind of ignored his comment, knowing that all my tires were basically one year old and that two of which had been replaced in the past 2 months (thanks to bad drivers and a minor collision). So clearly, my tires shouldn't be bald. But, as we were planning on leaving El Paso after a lovely mini-visit, something (aka The Spirit) prompted me to check my front tire. I was stunned at what I discovered. My left front tire was completely bald. Like all the metal wires of the tire were protruding. And it looked like it could pop at any minute. Mind you that I had driven 14+ hours the previous day at 70-85 mph speeds. Talk about being protected on that drive! So after discovering this massive problem, Cody and I spent some extra time in El Paso buying a used tire and getting my alignment fixed by some very nice and helpful men. Good thing Cody speaks Spanish...and good thing El Paso is right on the border because the time and material was inexpensive! I kept thinking the whole day at how blessed I was to be inspired to check my tire. Who knows what kind of disaster can befall you when your tire blows at 80 mph with a truck not too far behind you.

El Paso: I am such a discoverer...I love walking around and experiencing new places. I'll admit that the natural landscape of El Paso is ugly desert - not the St. George or Phoenix type of desert - but the nasty, ugly type of desert found in far east side California. That being said, I loved the town of El Paso. It had a lot of Mexican charm and fun architecture. Plus, as I said earlier, it has nice, helpful, Spanish-speaking men.

Here are a few pictures of downtown El Paso. I hate that I didn't take a picture of the "barely there" tire:







Wednesday, June 1, 2011

She's a brick...

HOUSE...

literally. I am. On Sunday a month ago, a lady at church said, "Oh, are you getting excited? Any day now, right?" To which I politely said, "No. Not even close. I still have two months."

At target about 9 weeks ago a lady said, "Oh, you look like you are registering for a baby. When are you due?" I said, "In late June." The lady looked stunned, "Are you having twins?" I replied, "No - there's just one big baby in there." To which she noded her head signifying she agreed.

These two interactions illustrate how awesome it is to be with child. People at church and on outings used to comment on how cute I was. Now I just get comments on how big I am. I must admit that I hate the transition from cute to big. I'm swollen and uncomfortable. My wedding ring no longer fits and my feet have looked real nasty big at times. I can't pick stuff up or lotion my legs anymore. I get tired so easily and I wonder how I can possibly last 4 more weeks.

My feet hurt a lot and the other day while buying stuff at Lowes for the condo, I sat right down on the floor of the lighting aisle to give them a break. It was either sit on the nasty dirty cement floor or start crying. Cody went to go check on something, and the next thing I hear is a motorized cart coming down my aisle. I look to get ready to move for the person and realize it is Cody who went to go get me one for the rest of the visit. At the time, I couldn't think of anything else he had done for me in the past as thoughtful as that. He saved me.

Backing up with the beep, beep, beep was a little embarrassing though. But who cares.

I'm ready to be done with pregnancy, but not ready for this baby to pop out of me. I think it's safe to say I'm a bit apprehensive about birthing a child, and then having to raise it. I've had enough nightmares about forgetting I have a child or forgetting I need to feed it that it's safe to say my confidence in my mothering skills is not quite stable yet. I get that the kid will cry so I don't have the opportunity to forget I'm a mother and have to feed, burp, change, and bathe it, but my nightmares seem so real.

Belly Shots Section (for you Shaunna):

I've tried to be good at taking pictures, but these are all I have. You still can see the progression. These pictures make me laugh, especially the picture with me in the striped shirt which is particularly unattractive. And the arched back I have doesn't make the belly look any smaller.

14 Weeks


20 weeks


22 weeks




28 weeks


30 weeks (My smile wasn't cooperating)



32 weeks



34 weeks


And our most recent shot from today at 36 weeks:

Friday, May 20, 2011

Where We started... Cody's Version

After finishing her blog posts about our dating story, Robin pleaded with me for weeks to write my version, but I always had an excuse (managing two small businesses is my fallback excuse for everything, but somehow Robin doesn’t give that excuse much merit).

Alas, after so many futile attempts, she apparently gave up because she hasn’t mentioned it for a while. It could have something to do with being busy with moving back to CA, buying and remodeling a condo, all the while growing a baby. Or it could be that she just gave up.

Regardless of the reason, a five hour flight is a great time to document my version (rebuttal) of our story while also appeasing my cute pregnant wife.

It all started for me back in September 2009. I had just finished grad school and moved to Orange County to take a breather before beginning the job search. The first Sunday in the area, I went to Church and noticed this cute, dark curly haired girl welcoming all the new girls to the ward. Since it was my first time in the ward, everyone was new to me, but I distinctly remember noticing Robin that day.

The month of October and most of November were full of a long trip to Mexico followed by an even longer and agonizing bout with kidney stones which basically kept me a prisoner in my bedroom and far away from all the happenings in the ward and world.

Robin was in my same Single Adult FHE group, which met weekly, so I noticed her a few times at different activities. The first time I remember really noticing her as in “I think I really want to get to know this girl”, was at our apt at one activity. The activity was over and she was just hanging out with a few other girls. She went in my roommate’s room to look around. (I call it being nosy, Robin calls it being inquisitive). Afterwards she peeked in my room and saw that I had not yet purchased a bed and was just sleeping on a foam mattress on the ground, to which she scoffed and made some remark about my room being messy. She then went to the bathroom and said we needed to clean our bathroom because it was quite messy. (We had just cleaned it earlier that day in anticipation of this activity at our apt).

I remember thinking, this girl is pretty ballsy and confident to say these things to guys she hardly knows. The interesting thing was that it didn’t come across as annoying to me. I was actually intrigued by her.

That night we were looking at facebook and my roommate found her profile and started reading her posts and comments. We both thought she was quite witty and I remember looking through some of her pictures. I also remember seeing that she was 28, which really surprised me, as I had pegged her as 25 at the oldest. For some odd reason, the fact that she was older made me even more motivated to get to know her.

We saw each other at other functions, but only had words in passing until a few weeks later when we were at another activity at a nursing home. We were there to sing to the patients, but someone forgot to tell them we were coming, so they just put us in the gathering room and had us bust out in Christmas carols. It was awkward and we sounded terrible, but there was only 1 person listening, so I didn’t think too much about it. However, I did notice that Robin, in the middle of one of our songs just walked out. After we had finished our mini-concert, I asked her why she left and she simply said, “I just felt too awkward and couldn’t be there anymore”. I thought it was hilarious that she just left.

Later that night, a few of the people that went to the activity, went out to eat. This night was the first time that I actually learned a lot about Robin, and everything I learned, I liked.

I remember thinking that I really liked the way Robin answered questions and also how she formulated her questions. She was creative, smart, funny, sarcastic, and self-deprecating-all in a good way.

That night I remember thinking that there was something about this girl that made me want to know her better.

From there we proceed to the episode known as the scarf, which Robin documented well in her post. Just to reca: We were all shopping at Old Navy for a Sub for Santa family and she wore this scarf the whole time we were in the store, before putting it back right before we checked out (I didn’t know then, but this is a very common practice for Robin,). My roommate Derek, who by now knew that I could be sweet on this girl, was trying to find opportunities to get us together, so as we left Old Navy he suggested that I ride with Robin back to the house. I readily agreed and we had our first one on one alone time in the brief 10 minute trip. I felt completely at ease and comfortable in her presence.

I was leaving the next day for Christmas in Utah and New Years in Washington, DC. So I felt I had to make some sort of move to at least let her know that I was interested in her before being gone for 3 week. The following day, in the pouring rain, I drove back all the way across town to buy her the scarf. In the note accompanying the scarf, I lied and said I was going back to the store anyway and thought I would buy her the scarf.

I sent her the scarf and left on my travels. I remember receiving her email thanking me for the scarf and reading it a few times, thinking that she was articulate and very talented at expressing her emotions and thoughts.

I was in DC with friends for a week for New Years and thought often about Robin while there, even though I never mentioned anything to anyone about her, since I didn’t want to create this illusion in my head that wasn’t grounded in reality. To be honest, I still didn’t know much about this girl and didn’t even know if she was interested in me, but I was excited to get back to OC and find out. Side note, DC was a blast, but so, so cold, which was another reason to be excited to be back in CA.

After getting back to CA in early January, I made good on my word of “hoping to get to know (Robin) better in the New Year” by asking her out for a date on January 10, which happened to be my dad’s birthday. My brother and his family were in town that day and asked if we had any plans for the weekend, to which Derek replied “Yeah, Cody is going on a date”. Which instantly got my family’s attention, seeing as most of my family was very concerned that I was approaching 30 and still single and childless.

My plane is getting ready to land and my computer is out of power, so that is where we will leave it for now.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Whirlwind

Life has been quite busy as of late. We've recently moved from our home in Arkansas - back to California. We had to get employees hired and trained for the yogurt shop, all while packing up our belongings and enjoying family visiting from out of town for our nieces' wedding. I also had my first ever baby shower thrown into that mix. It was a stressful and fun time.

Before I catch you all up on the journey home and life looking for a condo to buy while we live with my parents...plus my belly shots and Easter...I wanted to post some pictures of those crazy last weeks in Arkansas.

Here are some shots of my baby shower. I am so spoiled to have great family and friends with such great talents. Look at the diaper cake and wreath. Look at the food. It was good times!







Here are some pictures of my niece's Jordan's wedding. The wedding was beautiful...and Jordan (my niece who doesn't wear make-up and dresses and isn't all frilly and girly in that way) looked STUNNING as a bride. The family was in town for the wedding, and Jana and Jackie (my sisters-in-law) worked themselves to the bone baking and cooking the food. And it was super yummy! In the end, I think 1,600 cookies were made. Kara, my other sister-in-law and mother of the bride, did a great job renting decor and made the church look elegant and wedding worthy.









Here are the photographers, Chelsea and Tiffany.


Chelsea (my niece) has a talent for editing pictures. Just look at some of the ones she took of Jordan, Neil, and the wedding party. By the way, Tiffany and I did the wedding flowers, including the brides bouquet and the boutonnieres. For people who have never done anything like that before, we were quite impressed with ourselves!