22 is the number...

Only two more months, and then our lives will change. August 22nd, 2009. It is a crazy thought. This past Sunday, I began to think. To think about the man I married. I love him. I thought about how he is going to make an amazing father. I am so LUCKY. Small quirks that make him...

My Sweetheart.

Wears sport socks as dress socks. Borrows my black socks when he doesn't have any- puts holes in them because they are too small and his toenails are REALLY sharp. A vein pops up on his forehead when he is tired and needs rest. Secretly likes the fact I always want to be near him- he won't admit it though. Puts sugar in his Wheaties. Doesn't like vegetables. Snuggles with me in the morning- I don't think he realizes it...lol. Likes every sport imaginable- except soccer. Never leaves for work without making sure he gives me a kiss. Bakes the best brownies. Goes to the OB/GYN with me for my prenatal appointments. Plays with my hair. He loves candy and cheese, just as much as I do- of course not together though.

I Love you, babe.

HAPPY FAther's DAY!!!
From your two favorite girls.

The infamous picture is me at 31 weeks pregnant. I know, I look like I am due in two WEEKS not two MONTHS. I don't want "her" to think... she was adopted, since I am not very good at documenting the belly growth. It is fun to feel her moving inside me, though!

Little bit of water...

It INCLUDES: Visiting teaching, a fall, a death, a funeral, and then some water. It is raining. It's been raining for a while. Though i would usually be one to anticipate the sunny skies, with the extra weight and bundle of joy, i have been enjoying the cool air and slight water drops. Besides the water that is filling Utah's lakes and reservoirs- thank goodness, there have been other down pours of water.

Work has been stressful, to say the least. With the summer pour-in of students mixed with employees gone on vacation, equals a very stressed pregnant financial planner. Pregnant women are emotional, period the end. Some express it in anger, others like myself express it with tears. So the story begins....

Two weeks ago, while attending our weekly sacrament meeting we found out that during our landlord's visiting teaching appointment she fell. Due to complications (brain damage) from the fall, she passed away.

Note: we are really responsible tenants, therefore, we pay rent always on the 1st- James is really good about

remembering unlike his pregnant wifey. We also have last months rent and a 500 deposit invested in our apartment.

So we were stuck with not knowing what was in store for our "housing" future and $1100, cash.

This is never good news for a women, let alone a nesting lady due just in TWO months. We, as women, have an innate desire or need for a "home," and the thought that this IDEA might be in jeopardy produced a few tears. Yet, the story doesn't end here. So we waited a couple of days to talk with Miss Jensen's, our deceased landlord, family. There were lots of people and cars throughout the week, so we waited. Here comes Friday. We decided the weekend would be a good time to start looking for another place or figure out who we should contact in the Jensen family. Friday at work was HARD. Hard is the only word I can think of right now to describe stress, 1/2 of the financial planners missing, many appointments to do, way too much work, no lunch break- which is so not good for my "condition" (Irony: I didn't get any of the work I "needed" to do done that day!! Crazy how that can happen). A Pendleton Conversation:

I get a text from Mr. Pendleton, "Jon and Dani are coming over for dinner at seven, and I will be home at six. They are coming with us to go see Beauty and the Beast".

My response: "What are we having for dinner? Am I cooking?" (Translation: I really don't feel like going home to clean the house and make dinner, while James is finishing up his golf game).

Mr. Pendleton: "I'll cook when I get home. you just relax and wait for a gourmet meal" (Yeah- more stress is diverted and tears won't meet my cheeks, this time).

The work day ends. I begin to drive home. I am nervous about what we are having for dinner even though my sweetie was fixing it. I open our basement door, and after proceeding to set down my bags, I stroll into the kitchen. Before I reach my destination, I notice the carpet feels a little squishy. I reached the tile, yet instead of a firm surface, I am met with 2-3 INCHES of water covering the entire floor.

Tears begin to swell and I can't hold it in. I didn't feel like explaining through sniffles why i was crying to Mr. Pendleton, so I just sent a text- "The kitchen is flooded". His response, "I will be home in a little bit". I walked to our bedroom to lay down. I needed it.

An hour later. Mr. Pendleton walks into a "situation" he wasn't expecting. Our rental history has been a few leaks here and there that can be taken care of with a quick towel wipe up. This was not one of those times. He met me in the bedroom and notice the tears: laid down next to me, gave me a hug and kiss, and asked what he could do. "Can you give me another hug," was the only response I could think of. It worked.

We both got up, stared at the kitchen floor, and did what any responsible tenants would do- called for pizza. We decided since we didn't know who our landlord was that the "mess" could wait. We walked out and shut the front door. It worked.

We had a wonderful evening with Jon, Dani, Jeff, Carly, Susan, Taylor, Emma, Logan, and Madi watching, Beauty & the Beast, at the Scera Shell Theater. I needed it. It was the first clear night in a few weeks. There wasn't water of any kind- rain or tears. It worked.

Of Course, the next day James rented a carpet cleaner to suck up the water.

Five buckets later the carpet stopped oozing dirty water. I treated myself to a pedicure and haircut-

a destressing treat. I returned home to this- I love this Man!!

Forgiveness. Simply.

When life is lived, I forget to blog. With most bloggers it seems they post more entries when there are big events or they have lots to say. I am the opposite. Wish it was not the case... this is where the forgiveness comes in. I seem to focus on the simple moments, ones that usually are lost. I LOVE small. The smallest details matter to me.
The past couple of months I have been overwhelmed... I am a slow learner when it comes to change. I sit back and watch. I watch until I am ready. Until I am ready to let reality sink in, and I CHOOSE to become part of the change. So i have been watching for a while and just studying... Now I am ready to share.

Simplicity. My uncle Donnie Pomeroy use to always say "Simplicity is the hardest to achieve". I agree. So instead of trying to overload myself with ideas, fears, knowledge, facts, questions, answers, etc. {like I normally do}, come with me to explore a few things I enjoyed these last couple of days.

{Fragrant garden roses}. I cut some from our landlord's bush.
James rebuked me for "stealing". My reply, "We pay rent, therefore this bush is just as much ours". As soon as the buds were brought into our home, their aroma filled our small basement. So much that i had to take them to work and pass them off to another co-worker. Surprisingly a Male was the recipient. His office smelled like smoke and body odor- from students not him. The ROSES changed that. Service done. He just informed me yesterday, that it was time to pass them off to another office. I agreed. These beauties are STRONG, even for non-pregnant people. Roses that keep on giving.... I was happy. Don't worry Geneve, they are coming to you next.

{Crisp Green Grapes}. As a child, I hated fruit.

Which contradicts the very taste I lived for... SWEET. It was the texture that would ruin the flavor for me. I would grimace at the slightest touch of irregularity in shape or consistency. Haha- i think about it now maybe during consumption since the texture was so inconsistent, it goes back to my hesitation to change. who knows. Yet, the perfect grapes were consumed this week. They were plump, celery green, and crisp. I smiled after I popped the first one in my mouth and the bite began with a crunch and ending with juice greeting my throat. It was a pleasant surprise. I live for the crunch. And this time it came.... I was happy.

{My husband}. Sometimes I stare.

Truth is that I always stare. I can't help it. He is amazing. The love i feel for him is unmeasurable. With just one glance my way, he can tell when my body is a little achy. He says its because i throw out a "fake" smile his way. I know he just knows me. He tolerates my weird moods. and weird in this context doesn't mean angry, sad, or any other emotional adjective. I mean weird. I do annoying stuff like lay so close to him that i can see the pores on his face, when he is trying to sleep. we could go on... but I like friends. I don't want them to be scared away. The best part is I get to drift off to dream land, and he is right by my side. Last night, I laid in bed for a moment just staring at Mr. Pendleton and the vein that creeps upon his forehand when he falls asleep, and.... I was Happy.

{a FULL Rainbow}. Life throws you bits and pieces.
It helps to not overwhelm the human-overactive mind. But sometimes, you need the whole picture. This is how I learn. Give me everything- so i have some idea or goal of what I should be working toward, and then we can focus on the details. Mother nature showed me this- A FULL rainbow. Granted, when i was young (4 & 5) i lived in Florida. During that time, there were many rainbows to be seen. It was there I found my first WHOLE rainbow. It is a treasure to see nature creating color and beauty amongst the rain clouds. Probably a lesson in its self to us, but that "idea" is for another day. I drove from work tonight thinking about James golfing, in what i thought was stormy/rainy weather, as I approached our home it appeared. The colors of the rainbow contrasting against the gray back drop.... I was happy.

For two reasons : it was colorfully complete and the storm was ending.
James would be okay... haha won't get struck by lightening today.

{OUR little girl}. The very reason I am up blogging.
She was kicking. I tried to lay on either side and back, but I couldn't find a position that was comfortable. It was already 5:00 am. A lot of people wake up this early and are functioning adults. Therefore, i don't need anymore sleep. I lean over and kiss Mr. Pendleton on the forehead and enter the living room. nothing on TV. Good time to join the cyber world and catch up on some blog reading and then I begin to ponder about those small moments that make me happy. I read blogs. I begin my long awaited entry- even though i thought posting a few pictures would help the not-blogging guilt brewing this past month. The sun begins to peek through our small window. And I feel her kick again which places a smile on my face. At least I am getting use to getting up early with her. I just heard Mr. Pendleton's first alarm go off. He sets like three... he is a snoozer. Third one just with off and he is up. I have to go. I get to spend time with TWO of my favorite people- Miss Peanut and Mr. Pendleton... I am Happy.