'We’re all a little weird. And life is weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutual weirdness and call it love.'
-Dr. Suess

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Another Semester

Christmas is always way too short.  I always think two weeks should feel like a long time but it never does.  So another semester begins, and it is my eighth semester at BYU.  Wow so hard to believe, but graduation is so close.  This is Jeff's last semester and my last full time semester, again really weird.  I never really thought of life after school, it just seemed like a part of life that would never end, but now we are going to move on to another chapter. 
So baby boy is growing still, evidenced by my continually enlarging belly.  Everyone was telling me that I still didn't look like I would be delivering in February, til a "wonderful" experience at Wal-Mart.  After Christmas I was out looking at the after-Christmas sales with my mom and aunts.  While looking at the clearance trying to figure out what was on sale, this older man in a wheelchair kind of follows me around and asks when I was delivering.  As it was now January it felt great to say "oh I'm due next month".  He then said to me "oh that's why you're so huge". Me "uhhh.....".  He then asked me if I was having twins or a boy.  I laughed and told him it was a boy.  As I started  to walk away he told me that it was at least an 8 pounder, but not to worry because at least he would be healthy.  Thank you stranger, you just made me feel great about myself.  Oh well the tactless man gave us something to laugh about.  Anyway we are getting excited since our little boy is going to be here so soon.  He still doesn't have a name, we have it down to a list of three that we think we will pick from when he is born (Liam, Ian, and Isaac).  We are getting everything all set up and ready even though we probably wont be.  It will be here before we know it.

2 comments:

  1. I remember shopping and people (strangers) would come up and rub my belly. Elevators were even worse, because I couldn't back away. No one really believed me, till one day Rick's sister (who was also pregnant) was with me and someone came up to us and asked when I was due and started patting my stomach. Of course since she is almost 6' tall, nothing like that ever happened to her.

    As far as the name, I am sure Mr. Uribe will start a lobbying for a specific name. Maybe you could figure out a way to milk it a little.

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  2. That's way funny:) Just remember that those comments are just preparing you for the comments AFTER the baby is already delivered and people ask, so,when are you due!" I got a couple of those... but like you said, at least we can laugh!

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