all-a-flutter

Mr. Doctor: So, have you felt the baby move yet?
Me: I don't think so. What would it feel like?
Mr. Doctor: Like a little flutter ... or gas.
Me: Then maybe I have!

Except last night there were no maybes about it. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep when it happened.

Bradam fluttered. He flitted, she floated, he fleetly fled she flew.

Just call me flutterpated.

a pregnant pause

Things are looking up.

1. I found out I was pregnant on the morning of my 26th birthday. I love my 26th birthday.

2. I don't love nausea. It's a wretched, wretched thing. Seriously. So not a fan.

3. I am a fan of sleep, however. I go to bed around 9 p.m. these days (yes, former roomies — 9 p.m!), and I adore every minute of that glorious REM cycle.

4. I know what you're thinking: "If you love sleep so much, why don't you marry it?"

5. Oh. You weren't thinking that because you're not in second grade? Oops-a-daisy.

6. I'm going to have my child say, "Oops-a-daisy." Adorable, I tell you.

7. Remember how I'm going to have a child? Cra-zy!

8. You know what else is Cra-zy? Cra-vings! I've had two. Stove Top Stuffing and a Quarter Pounder with Cheese from McDonald's. I'm embarrassed to report that the Quarter Pounder with Cheese was both breathtaking and beautiful.

9. Speaking of bellies (did you make the leap?), I want one. Like, now. I realize I may regret this statement later, but for now I'm tired of looking like I ate five too many Quarter Pounders with Cheese.

10. As for the belly, I think we have a boy on our hands. Just a hunch. Although the Chinese prediction calendar thingie says it's going to be a girl. Which, you know, would be equally wonderful.

11. Did I say wonderful? Adam's going to be a wonderful dad. Really. Top notch.

12. And on top of it all, I'm amazed at how in love I am with this little soul — currently the size of a plum. The wee little thing has plum tuckered me out, and I know it will for the rest of my life. But I am absolutely, totally, completely smitten. And in six months, I'm going to love his little birthday, too. (I know, China — or her!)

P.S. Thanks for all the comment love and excitement on my last post. I feel very loved!

april 2010

P.S. I know, right?

P.P.S. Special thanks to my ridiculously talented co-worker/dear friend Jessica for helping me create this baby blognouncement.

feels like home

I know. I know. I know.

This photo of our house is, like, so two months ago. We were just being fashionably late! (Clever, aren't I?)

So without further ado ... isn't she lovely?

that makes two of us

I love you, Adam Stewart. Yes, yes I do.

Thanks for making the past 730 days "for better."

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

extra, extra

Read all about it.

The newest issue of Utah Valley Magazine is out, and in my completely biased opinion, it's a downright delicious read. You can take a gander here.

Yours truly wrote two feature packages — one on the angels among us, and another on women and the "doors" we walk through. I got to interview the most beautiful, inspiring people. The kind of people who remind me why I'm a writer.

I have the best job. Ever.

last week ...

I might have gone to a Kelly Clarkson concert.

I might have stood in the rain with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison — swaying and singing all the while.

I might have screamed such sentiments as "I love you, Kelly!" and the ever-classic "woo hoo."

I might have gotten jiggy with it.

I might have purchased a totally rockadelic Kelly Clarkson T-Shirt. (That I will so totally wear, Adam.)
I might be 25 years old.

And I might have made a pact with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison to see our girl Kelly every time she has a concert in Utah. Yes, a pact.

Shhhhhh.

Don't tell Adam.