Moving to MN!

It's official, we're leaving the west and headed to Minnesota. A few reasons have led us to this decision, and we're confident we're doing the best thing for our family. I'm really looking forward to being closer to my family while going through the experience of having our first child.

The main reason is that with Rob still in school, it presents the need for me to continue working. He still has the nursing program to go through, followed by his masters which will be very time consuming. I know that there are several options here for child care, and Rob's family has all offered to help, but I just feel the most comfortable with my mom helping us take care of him. She's offered, and is delighted with the opportunity to have her grandson nearby. I have the best mom in the whole world. I know I'm lucky to have such an understanding, respectful, loving mother.

The other reason, is Rob's schooling. There is a nursing program in Minnesota that he has a good chance of getting into, compared to the high competition here in Utah. He's currently on the waiting list and it looks like he will be able to start the program in January. If we had stayed here, he would have had to wait another whole year to get in, and even then it would be highly competitive for him. The school is very respectable and feeds into other great bachelor's programs.

I'm really ready to move. I've loved the opportunities we've had here, the people we know and all of Rob's family has been so wonderful. But it's time. Our apartment isn't home. I struggle with the culture here, and miss the green hills and lakes and rivers you see on the other side of the mountains. I'm sure once the dead of winter rolls around I'll have moments where I'll be wondering what we were thinking to move back to the tundra of Minnesota, but all in all it's the right place for us to be right now.

Less than two weeks I'll be back to MN. Rob will come shortly there after, and when he joins me I'll be able to finally say (and mean it!) that I'm HOME!

Road Trip!

So we've been having troubles (AGAIN!) recently with Rob's car, and it needs fixed. We don't want to pay a mechanic to do it, too expensive, so we're waiting for Rob's brother Royce to come back from a job assignment in three weeks and he'll fix the car. But, until then, we can't drive it. So last night Rob and I took a little road trip up to Logan to pick up an extra car Royce has hanging around so Rob can get around to school and work over the next few weeks.

A storm was coming through Utah, so I left work about an hour early so we could get on the road before it hit too hard. We managed to stay ahead of the storm on the way up and had a lot of fun spending time together. My favorite part of the trip:

About 5:30 I was really hungry, so we stopped at Sonic to grab some dinner through their drive through window. Rob ordered a double cheeseburger. There was this big picture of it with 2 patties, 2 slices of cheese on each patty, and all the fixings. They asked him what sauces he'd like on it, and after he told them, he was like, does it come with cheese? The guy was like, uh, yeah, it comes with it... Of course, considering it is a cheeseburger! I about busted a gut. Way too funny.

The way back was a little scary as we were now driving into the storm, but we made it home safe and sound. My back was pretty sore from driving four hours straight, but I didn't say anything about it. However, Rob being the sweet, sensitive guy he is, knew that I would be in pain so he immediately went to the bathroom and started up the bath water and poured some bubbles in. I was like, who is that for? He responded saying for you of course, I'll bet your back is sore. I just fall in love with him over and over.

Ladies, sorry to disappoint you all, but I've got the best guy out there. Even if he does ask if his cheeseburger comes with cheese. :)

:(

I just wanna cry... bad day. I wish I could stop feeling so sick.

Red faced and pregnant

So there are a couple perks to being pregnant, the biggest one is that you pretty much always have a scapegoat and something to blame when you do anything out of ordinary or stupid. You take a second helping of food, no one thinks twice. Even helping your self to a second donut is encouraged. You fall asleep in a public setting, and you don't have to admit you were just bored, people just assume it's the regular pregnancy exhaustion. You forget someone's name or an important fact, you can pass it off saying, darn pregnancy, I forget the simplist things lately! Pass gas around anyone but your husband and it's laughed off when you say it was the baby, not you.

However, it doesn't always work. Such was the case today. I'm wearing my black floaty skirt, a skirt that you have to be careful with when you use the restroom and should always check that everything is tucked/untucked just right. I wasn't careful, and when I left the restroom I had no idea that the back of my skirt was nicely tucked into the back of my tights and giving the whole world a wonderful glimpse of my butt. I walked down the hallway to head back to my desk, and heard a pssst! Nicole! come from behind me. I turned around, and there was our office accountant with a big smirk on his face encouraging me to fix my skirt. AWKWARD! Red-faced, I thanked him and fixed the embarassing situation.

Don't worry, he's gay.

At least I thought it was nothing to worry about because of that fact, but I failed to remember that gay guys love to gossip as much as the rest of us. So not even five minutes later when I was over in one of the art directors cubicles explaining a project, I overheard him laughing in the cubicle next door about the experience to a fellow co worker. Oh so embarrassing.

One thing is for sure, it'll be a while before I wear this skirt again. In the meantime, thought I'd give the rest of you a chance to laugh at me along with the office gossipers.

I'm not crafty, but....

If any of you are looking for some great crafty ideas, visit my friends blog, she's pretty amazing. She also has links to a lot of other crafty businesses/talented people out there. The blog is dangginagives.blogspot.com. (http://www.dangginagives.blogspot.com/) Or you can click on the button on the right of my blog.

I wish I were as talented as her... :)

It's a boy!

We found out today that we're expecting a boy, and we are so excited. He was being pretty stubborn there for a bit and wouldn't let the tech get a good enough look, but finally after some prodding and poking he gave us a glimpse.

Rob was especially excited, he can't wait to have a little buddy to play with. We've decided to name him Ryan William Garside. Ryan is Rob's brother, and William is my grandfather's name. We feel like it flows quite nicely. :)

I'm becoming obsessed with Whinnie the Pooh decor, I've always wanted to decorate my baby's nursery in Pooh decorations.

We are so excited, and it is all the more real to us now that we can start calling him by his name, rather than referring to him as "the baby". Hope that July 5th comes soon!

I hate mornings...

My lovely morning routine:

7:00 am- Rob's alarm clock goes off. I groan, dreading the fact that the day is starting. I realize my stomach hurts.
7:15 am- My alarm clock goes off. I hit snooze. By now, Rob is out of the shower and in the kitchen getting me something to eat. Stomach still hurts.
7:20 am- Force myself to eat either cereal or toast. Force down whatever I can and roll out of bed.
7:45 am- Step out of the shower and make it to the toilet in time to lose my breakfast. Lovely. Stomach still hurts.
8:00 am- Dressed and trying to fix my hair and makeup.
8:25 am- Hair and makeup done... just in time for me to throw up again. My eyes water, causing my eye makeup to come off and streaks from the tears mess up my foundation. Very lovely. Baby is pushing on my bladder already, so as you can guess, heaving like that creates a need to change my clothes.
8:35 am- Try and figure out something else to eat for breakfast. Run out the door.
8:45 am- Arrive at work, already wishing the day was over.

Is it any wonder I hate mornings? Seriously, this has happened everyday for weeks. Grrr....