Time I Cried on Campus While I Was Pregnant

A probably not exhaustive list:

1. I like super cold water when I'm pregnant. Most mornings, I would walk over to the student center with my water bottle and fill it up with ice from the soda machine. One day the ice was NOT coming out and after several attempts I moved my bottle away. It was then, with horror, that I realized my sip guard was still in my water bottle and had been blocking the flow of the ice. All the accumulated ice overflowed the grate and fell on the floor. As I was trying my best to pick it up (bending over was...a production), one of the cashiers came over. She very sweetly helped me pick up the rest of the ice and gently suggested that I buy a reusable cup to use at the ice machine instead. I thanked her and cried as soon as I was out of eyesight. I never returned for ice again.

2. One day I was stuck in the student center helping with the science symposium. It was past lunchtime, and I had reached that critical point of pregnancy hunger where nausea was about to take over. I was looking at all the options in the food court and started to cry because everything sounded awful and I really didn't want to throw up at work. The day was eventually saved when I was given a leftover boxed lunch from Jimmy Johns. Praise hands for Jimmy Johns.

3. After months of feeling giant and uncomfortable and witnessing people's reactions of "you're not due till when?!", having the cashier at the quikstop tell me my dress was cute while I was buying m&ms made me tear up. Also he was wearing the most beautiful lipstick shade and I still regret not asking him what it was.

4. When we showed up for the first day of preschool for fall semester and found out Norah had been bumped up to the older class. I was beside myself. I did my very best to pretend that I wasn't crying and Norah's teachers did a great job of pretending not to notice.

5. Another Norah one! Also at preschool! Norah was getting settled at the breakfast table while I was grabbing my keys and as I looked over I saw her casually cutting a roll in half. That's it. That's all it took to send me into sobs as I drove to work.

Bonus!

Times I Cried at Work While I Was Postpartum:

1. After walking into my first pumping room, which was just a bathroom stall with a chair in it.

2. Walking into my second pumping room which was much nicer, but still caused an emotional reaction.

I am clearly an emotional monster while gestating. I remember being a bit weepy when I was pregnant with Norah, but holy carp. This second pregnancy was a real journey. A journey of weeping.

life lately.

We're currently on the hunt for our FIFTH daycare in 3 1/2 years. I won't say any more about it, because it's expletive filled and hey, this is a family friendly blog. Most of the time.

Norah says something new and hilarious every day, and hearing her view of the world is kind of my favorite thing ever. She loves playing and racing me to the car and gets really excited about snacks and going anywhere ever.

Juniper has her mouth open in a giant grin approximately 80% of the day. She loves her reflection and Norah's babies, and Norah in general. She rolls on her stomach a lot and gets mad about it most of the time. She's getting better at sitting up, but still requires a spotter.

We've been living in the same apartment for 3 years now and I like to think of us as old timers in the building. But because we don't talk to anyone, ever, no one knows of our legacy. Also, our across the hall neighbors are from Malad which seems impossible. Also also, one of the occupants fell asleep while something was on the stove and Brian's fire prevention mode activated to save the building from destruction. Norah got pulled out of bed after dark and got to see a fire truck and was pretty thrilled by the whole experience. (it was over the summer and she just re-told me all about it last week, so it clearly left an impression.)

So far I'm a pretty big fan of having two children. It's overwhelming and crazy and crap the laundry never ends, but those two girls make me so happy and love each other so much. I don't understand how they're mine and I love and mourn watching them grow.

We still have cats and they're mostly annoying but I like them sometimes.

We have two cars again after about a year of just having one. Our new car is an old Subaru, so we're one step closer to living our PNW dreams. (how I've managed to keep Brian from buying a kayak to strap to the top of it is beyond me.)

This next month will be our first time taking Juniper to Malad, and our first family vacation to St. George. We also have dreams of buying a hammock for our living room.