Poor Blog...

I miss my oldself. Is that wrong? 13 weeks into this pregnancy and I daydream about her. Maybe I wasn't all that great before, but this pregnant me is not good. I want my oldself back. Wah.Wah.Wah.

I'm still sick. What else is new. Throwing up atleast once a day (on a good day) and whoever invented the term "morning sickness" needs to be shot. I feel it all day long.

I had an appointment with my doctor last week. We got to hear the baby's heartbeat and everything looks great. Despite my physical appearance, apparently my body is meant to hold babies. Not birth them, but hold them. I've lost 3 pounds. It comes with the territory.

In other news- in my first trimester I've been on 2 campouts. One I was in charge of for our ward. The other was our yearly Big Dirty. If I don't ever hear the word campout again I will be fine. I've been able to keep up with photoshoots (just don't ask about my photoblog). And my family is still going about as normal. Thanks in huge part to Christopher. I have lots of photos to document but don't have the energy. They will just have to wait. Thank heavens for draft mode.

Christopher is wrapping up his last semester of his Masters. He will be done in December. The question now is where next? Will we even stay in Arizona. Lots of unknow but all the same very exciting. We would love the opportunity to move, which most likely means we will stay here, but we are trusting Heavenly Father and know we will be where we are meant to be.

Elodie is amazing and doing great in school. She is my big helper and I constantly remind her how badly I need her. I am so grateful for her and she is an awesome big sister. She is reading like crazy and I'm so excited to see her take it all in.

Addysen is tagging along. She says all the time that she needs to throw up because she has a boy baby in her belly. I'm not setting the greatest example as I'm constantly finding the girls pretending to throw up in the toilet. I don't find it all entertaining. She isn't completely convinced that I'm pregnant because she sees my friend Melissa who is much further along than me. She always says "mom, your not pregnant, Ms. Melissa is pregnant"

All in all, we are surviving. I'm hoping I can come out of my black hole soon and revert back to my old self. For now, this will have to do.

Alterior Motives...

My motives for posting this are not that innocent. While this is cute and it tugs at my heart thinking of Elodie sitting at her desk writing this, I'm secretly hoping it does more damage to my mother. So much so that she instantly switches screens, buys the first plane ticket she sees, and is in Arizona before we can look at the calendar!

Did it work Mom?

XOXO,
Your Pregnant Daughter