Not to Get All Mushy . . .

Just really quick, I had to document something that happened this morning that totally made my day, and made me, more than anything, want to be home. As I was getting ready this morning, Mike was sleeping. He usually is (when I am getting ready, that is). Anyway, I got dressed and grabbed my shoes. As I bent over to buckle them, I all of a sudden couldn't bend all the way over. Just a little something was in my way. I tried about three times, and then, laughing, I whispered "hey, Mike-can you help me with something?"
And before I could say anything more, he jumped out of bed (probably not even really awake) and knew exactly what I was asking. He knelt down and grabbed the strap of my shoe and asked "how tight?" Then, as if that wasn't super duper nice (I hate not being able to do things for myself) he told me I looked really cute today and he gave me a hug before falling back in to bed. Although, he also said, "you should maybe think twice before wearing those shoes again, huh?" And yes, he is probably right. Looks like the next two weeks I will be wearing flip flops and slip-ons. Hope work doesn't mind, but I have to make sacrifices when it comes to having a husband in the military.
And now, here I sit, at work-bored, while Mike is home. I just want to hang out all week before he takes off for the next two!

OK-I am done-I promise.

Never thought I'd see the day!

Well, folks, here you have it. I always told myself "no public belly pics!" I figured I would always just be around for those I know and love to see me grow and there would not be a need, but as we all know, I no longer live near most of you, and although I hate to do it, I decided to post a pic of me and baby, to let you all know that I have not been taken over by the baby and I still feel like myself (most of the time). I took this picture on Saturday, at 32 weeks (or to those who could care less about the time in weeks, just over 7 months!)

Just to make this short and sweet, pregnancy has been good to me. (I am knocking on wood while typing this). I haven't been very sick, and I love feeling him move. He is more of a stretcher than anything. Not tons of kicks, but mostly a good elbow or knee, or sometimes even his bum will make a weird sort of lump that pokes out of my belly. I have noticed that he likes it when I eat popscicles and ice cream. Those two things make him go crazy, like he is doing gymnastics in my belly.

We are so excited to meet our little man. I don't think our conversations consist of anything but him. We are so excited for the new adventures that are about to come our way.

Did the Dish Run Away With the Spoon?

(what a horrible picture. just so you know, we have hung the pictures and picked up the towel that is on the floor.)

The other day, I had an awakening of sorts. As you can see, I have a bookshelf in my apartment, full to the point of bursting with books I have read, or hope to read in the near future. I wish I could say that I have read them all, but I am just being honest-I have not! Nonetheless, I realized the other night after a relief society activity that I probably ought to spend more time browsing this bookshelf, and less time browsing this.*

Now, I will explain.

We had a baby shower for our monthly activity and we collected items to donate to a charity that helps people that can't afford baby stuff, etc. . . At the activity, we played a couple of shower games. The first game we played was "Match the celebrity babies with the correct celebrity parent." Sweet! Not to boast, really, no boasting, but I got every single one right, then in turn was able to help the RS president fill in her answers. I am a gracious game player (most of the time) and will help my opponents when I can. I was feeling pretty good, my friends, until the next game was introduced. And this is where I had my not-so-rude awakening.

"Name the Nursery Rhyme"-enough said. There were 20 or so lines from nursery rhymes and we had to fill in the title of it. I don't think I got more than five correct. The entire time I kept thinking "my poor son. He is going to grow up quoting articles from People and InStyle magazine, and not so much "Little boy blue come blow your horn." (If that is even how it goes).

The worst part of this whole story is that my mother gave me a wonderful gift about a year ago. She gave me this book. It is such a great reference to have, who knows when I will need to quote a nursery rhyme or two. In fact a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine asked me "what are little girls made of?" And I thought and thought and was completely stumped, when a kind woman walked by and sort of whispered "sugar and spice and everything nice." I felt like a moron! I know what little boys are made of, but girls-I guess I need to refresh my memory a little.
Needless to say, I am setting a goal for myself-I am going to try and limit my people.com browsing, and spend less money on the smut magazine (as Mike calls it) that comes out on a weekly basis. Not saying I will stop completely because, let's face it, we all have guilty pleasures, but I am going to try and not let this one consume my life. I have more important things to worry about, like if the cows are in the meadow and the sheep are in the corn (or is it the other way around. . .)?

*Side note, I didn't even look at the headlines on the wonderful webpage I put up before I posted it to my blog, and I just took a look. It is a sad, sad world we live in when the top story is the coverage of the fact that a beautiful actress is breaking up (and I say breaking up, because they aren't married) with the father of her illegitimate child. Why do we care? But we do, and the headlines will never cease.

Do you have a favorite nursery rhyme?

Talk Radio

OK, so lately I feel like I am missing something.

When I was younger, I remember my dad always listening to some form of talk radio (sports, or news) when we were in the car. Honestly, I hated it. I wanted some good tunes, something I could sing along too. I always knew that when I rode in the car with my mom, I would get some good music to listen to, but then she started listening to talk radio, too. I just figured this was something I would have to deal with, and would probably listen to it (and appreciate it?) when I got older, too.

Fast forward about 15 years. I am older, and I still don't like listening to talk radio. I find it boring, and most of the people that call in on these programs just annoy me. I feel like I might be missing out on something, especially when the dinner conversation with my family revolves around a topic that Glenn Beck was talking about the other day. I am totally lost. Maybe I will develop this gene by the time I am 30 and will be able to appreciate this particular art form (although, I am pretty sure I will still find the callers annoying).

I bring this up because while I am driving 120 miles to and from work everyday, even satellite radio starts to get old. I have audio books to listen to, and they are great but in the meantime, I will listen to the radio. When it starts to get old I will just turn it off, and listen to nothing. When I mentioned this to my brother-in-law, he said "don't you listen to talk radio?" And so there we have it folks, the thought process begins as to why I don't listen to it, in the meantime, to answer your question, Bryan, no, I don't listen to talk radio. Maybe one day I will, but until then I will continue to feel more like an adolescent than an adult, and I am OK with that.

And to those of you who do listen to talk radio, I applaud you because you are probably much smarter than I am, and definitely know more about what is going on in the world.

A San Francisco Treat!

(A little shout out to Lori Jo-or mom as she is otherwise known)

This past weekend, we had some fun visitors at our house and we definitely made the most of the weekend. My sister Erin and her husband Bryan came out for a "business trip". Luckily we got to spend a lot of time with them and see a few sights that we haven't seen yet while living on the bay area.

We pretty much spent Saturday in San Francisco. After a yummy breakfast croissant at a hole in the wall doughnut shop in Campbell (the one by 7-11 on Winchester, for those who are interested-they are delicious) we headed up to the city to take a tour of Alcatraz. I took the tour a few years ago, but it was really fun to do it again, and with three people that had not been there before. There is really so much history on that tiny island. I was inspired to rent a few movies and see what kind of people were actually housed in the prison.

(Me and Erin on The Rock with The City behind us)

On Sunday, after a visit to our ward for sacrament meeting (Mike and I needed to accept a calling at church, so we felt like we had to be there :)-Activities Committee Co-Chairs, for anyone who is interested), we headed to the beach. Pebble Beach to be exact. I had no idea (honestly) that I lived so close to a golf-world icon. We started out on 17 Mile Drive, and decided to head straight to the water to have lunch. It was such a gorgeous day, we were able to drive with our windows down, and enjoy the weather while we sat and watched the surfers in the water. I am so glad we went. Not to mention the wonderful view of the modestly sized MANSIONS that line the road, and also, the Cherry red Ferrari that we drove behind for about six miles. It is amazing how jumpy it makes you to drive behind a car that costs more than our house did.

And no, they are not nerds (well, at least not all the time)-but let me explain-the peace signs in our pictures were homage being paid to the two girls on the boat over to Alcatraz. They kept taking pictures of each other and each made sure that they were promoting peace whilst having their picture taken. So, we thought it was our duty to spread the message.

Thanks Erin and Bryan for the visit. It was so fun to have you here, even if it was for such a short period of time.

Peace!

What An Awesome Dude!

(Lunch at Pebble Beach on Sunday)

So today is Mike's birthday! All I need to say is that I am so lucky he is my husband. We will probably have a very small celebration, which I feel really awful about, but that is life when you both work and when I have no idea what time he will be home, therefore making it difficult for me to plan anything (or get reservations somewhere for that matter). I just want to wish him a happy birthday. He is such a wonderful man and I can't wait to celebrate many more birthdays with him. I love you babe!

Seeing Blue

I am so excited that Mike and I will be joined by Baby Boy Burgin come July. We were one hundred percent positive that our little addition would be a girl, so needless to say we were really surprised when the ultrasound technician said "I see a scrotum" (his words, not mine). I just said "what?" But I noticed that my cheeks were getting a little sore and I realized I was grinning from ear to ear. We immediately went out and bought him a little outfit and I can't help but stop and stare at his ultrasound picture every time I walk by it. I am so excited, and I think Mike is already planning out our guy's career in baseball. Now to the drawing board for a name. I honestly just can't wrap my head around the fact that there is a little boy in there. July, here we come!