Hiccups

I've had them all day and not the quiet, cute kind. Mine keep scaring my cat. Annoying! I need someone to come over and scare them out of me. I'd say, "Let's plan it.", but that wouldn't be very scary then.
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Thanks to all my supportive friends, who obviously have more faith in my abilities than I do. Or maybe you just want to laugh at me on t.v. I guess I need a font to let you know when I'm kidding. From here on out, italics means joking/sarcasm/never going to happen. Here are the top 3 reasons I did NOT audition for So You Think You Can Dance.
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3. It was a very long line.
2. It was a billion degrees outside.
1. I hate being laughed at, especially by people with British accents.
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I guess I'll just have to pursue my dancing/Olympic gold medal dreams vicariously through my children. My acting dreams I'm still clinging tightly to for myself.
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On a more serious note, I started off my day by reading a very disturbing article I was sent. For some reason, when you're pregnant, people feel compelled to relay the most horrific stories to you. As if we don't have enough fears swirling around in our own minds. Anyway, this was extra bad and I couldn't shake it. I needed some real upliftment and then I read this blog post. It touched my heart, so I thought I'd share. None of us are immune to personal tragedy, but love really does conquer all.
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http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2009/07/chickie.html

Dancing Queen

So You Think You Can Dance is holding auditions in Salt Lake tonight. It occurred to me, as a result of my rather mature age, this will be my final opportunity to audition. I'm here to ask you some important questions.
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Does it matter that I have neither formal training or raw street ability?
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Does it matter that I was the only white girl who showed up to the open call for You Got Served and was laughed at for my attempt at looking hip-hop?
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Does it matter that I had a tiny mole removed and the doctor butchered the stitch job, leaving me with a scar that just won't do in the sexy ballroom dresses?
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Does it matter that I'm almost five months pregnant?
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Nah... I didn't think so either. America here I come!

Self Control

I'm not a fan of waiting a month in between doctor appointments. Normally, I resent anything that intrudes on my free time. (Work, appointments, meetings, errands, etc...) However, when it come to the baby, I would check in at the doctors once a day if I could. I like to hear the heart beat. It makes me happy and calm. I have refrained from buying one of the home heart monitors. A. Because I would listen to it all the time and nothing else would get done. And B. Because we're not rich and it's not necessary. Or so the little voice in my head keeps telling me. I'm proud of myself for not giving into me my obsessiveness, but should a monitor magically show up at my door, I would not turn it down. Wink, wink.
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I don't have much to update. We're slowly getting the new apartment together. I'll have a couple good days in a row and then I'll puke like crazy for a couple. I'm trying to just be thankful for the good ones. I did finally gain two pounds, so some of the calories are staying in. I'm trying to get used to my new ward. It's not bad, just different, like having Thanksgiving Dinner with someone else's family and it tastes fine, but not as good as your mom makes it.
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Speaking of church, it occurred to me this Sunday, that pretty soon I will have a little church buddy. I've never been a fan of going to church by myself. I miss attending with my family in K.C. and my friends up in Logan. A smile came to my face and then I took a good look around at all the frantic moms trying to keep their kids quiet, or at least in their seats. Hmmm... maybe I should really indulge in these last few months of peaceful church attendance. Naw... my kid is going to be an angel!

Super Special 100th Post

No, I will not be doing a give-away to commemorate my 100th post. The only thing I've been crafting lately is a baby and that's all mine. Though you might want to ask me again in early January. I am a bear when I don't get my nine hours. Get it? Anyway, I know Candice and I started our blogs at about the same time and she reached her 100th post like six months ago, but I have finally arrived. To celebrate, I thought I'd share a story about myself. How unusual for a blog.
This darling outfit was given to me for my birthday in December, long before The Bean was conceived. My cute friend Lindsay knew we had been trying to have a baby for a long time. She also knew that the only thing bothering me about turning thirty was not having a baby yet. She bravely sent me this onesie for luck in my quest. Plus it literally had my name on it. How could she resist? So, my baby was conceived already having one fashionable piece of clothing to its name. The only thing that remained to be seen is whether I would be putting this on a beautiful girl or a rugged boy. Well, until today that is.
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It's a Boy!
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Surprised? We were! All of our family, all of our friends and both Bear and I were positive we were having a girl. Not one single person guessed boy. I guess we should all stay away from Vegas.
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I don't have my official ultra sound till next month, but my doctor has one in his office. He said 14.5 weeks was a little early, but he would probably be able to tell. As soon as the baby's picture came up on the screen he said, "Uh huh." I knew with how quickly he figured it out, it could only mean one thing. Penis. He still asked me what my mother's intuition had told me and I stuck to my guns and said girl. That's when he pointed out the extra digit that in his words, my baby was proudly displaying. We were both floored and kept asking him if he was sure and he kept pointing to the evidence. He gave us a 98% positive.
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I have been smiling all day. I am just so happy to know. Bear took a little longer to wrap his mind around it. He was so set on the beautiful name he had picked out. I would tell you, but it's so cute, you would steal it and we're still hoping to use it one day. We're so excited to be adding a little boy to our family. It's finally starting to feel real! If you have any boy names you want to suggest, feel free. We're back to the drawing board on that one. Happy, beautiful, magical, sunshiny, glorious day!