A day of great news!

So, after getting off to a rough start this weekend (meaning the dreaded 3 hour glucose tolerance test that I literally thought might kill me), things are really taking a great turn! We've had several blessings to count and be grateful for.

First, I passed the GTT, so no gestational diabetes for me! Hallelujah! I was really worried about it, especially since the test itself was so difficult for me. I nearly threw up and passed out and I just might consider redo-ing the first trimester before I EVER have to do that test again. Ugh. Here's how I will celebrate:

 

(Yes, that is Turtle Cheesecake and yes, we do have 2 slices in the fridge)

Second, we heard back from Baylor Medical School ... and Daniel is IN! Oh, it's so great to know that we're "in" somewhere -- not to mention Baylor is pretty much the top med school in Texas and this is the FIRST week they sent out acceptance letters to only 10 applicants. Dang, my hubby is amazing. =)

Also, Dan is starting a new job at the MTC as a Russian teacher, which we're pretty excited about. It's amazing how blessed we've been in everything really -- especially good work during tough economic times. Dan's always wanted to teach Russian, so this is a great opportunity for him before we graduate and ship off to Texas.

This weekend was also great because my mother-in-law was in town and we got to spend some time with her and Dan's siblings. Nicole [Dan's sister] had a bridal shower on Saturday. It was a lot of fun.

I've been spoiled since the GTT with great food as well. After the test, I was so starved and weak and feeling awful that Dan took me to Kneaders, where I scarfed down a large French-dipped sandwich and a bowl of tomato and basil soup. Yum. Then, Dan's mom took us to Olive Garden for dinner ... double yum. Nicole's bridal shower was also catered by Cafe Rio ... can you say, "triple yum"? I sure can.

i love food.

All in all, things are looking good ... minus the fact that I have a huge portion of a project due in my capstone this Thursday. Hmmm, I'm kinda wishing I had a wee bit more time to work on it than I do. That's the beauty of group work, I suppose. I don't know if this semester can go fast enough for me. Wait, on second thought, I'm pretty sure it is. 

My personal "fail blog"

Ugh. I failed a test. And not just any test ... the glucose tolerance test. LAME! Now I must go to the hospital on Friday for THREE HOURS and drink [a TON] of glucose and be pricked and poked and prodded to make sure I don't have gestational diabetes.

I'm never eating sugar again. Seriously. Even my grapes tasted sour after that glucose goop. And that was four hours later.

I've never failed a test before ... unless you count BIO 100, but that 50 percent was definitely curved to an -A. So I don't think that counts. Could there be a curve for the glucose tolerance test? I would like that.

On the bright side, I'm [super] excited to go to the BYU Farmer's Market tomorrow! I've been meaning to go all month, but haven't been able to. I'm definitely going tomorrow though -- it's the last one of the year! If anybody cares to join me, I get out of class at 3:00.

I'm [pleasantly] surprised by the way this (my final) semester is going. I don't really feel like I've done anything. Well, I have an internship, and I do stuff there -- but that's like a job, not a class. I seriously don't feel overwhelmed by homework ... at all. The only class I have exams or even a final in is Russian 101 (which, btw, I don't even have to pass to graduate ... and that happens to be my sure-fire A. Go figure).

I guess that I'm just worried, because I [know] I have a serious case of senioritis, and it's like it's okay because I don't have anything to procrastinate. Or not do. Or slack off on. Really, I was kind of expecting more of a scholastically rigorous semester than this.

I'm sooooo not complaining, though. 

Although, one thing I have been slacking on is getting baby stuff. I can feel the motherly nesting sensations, but I just can't seem to get myself to rack up the baby bills yet. Maybe it's because Dan keeps calling our second bedroom "the baby storage room." The problem is, it's an accurate description. I have some serious storage to sort through before I can babify that room.

Any motivational words of wisdom?

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This site has moved to http://threelittlecondies.blogspot.com/

I changed my email and decided that if I ever wanted to keep up on my blog, I'd have to change that as well.

A real-live post {I'm so serious about this blogging thing}

Lately I've been having a difficult time with this whole pregnancy thing.

It's not that I'm not excited to have a baby -- because I am -- but it's more because I'm getting bigger and bigger (which is good, I know) and I can't do anything about it.

I know I'm supposed to gain weight, and I'm definitely in the healthy range, it's just so hard to try on clothes and realize ... oh, they don't fit. At all.

This Sunday was tragic. Seriously. I wasn't feeling too good, but I got up and began trying on clothes for church. Of course, I was trying everything in my closet that I thought [might] fit because I didn't want to wear one of the two dresses that I've worn to work and church for the last ... oh, I don't know ... forever. Of course, nothing worked. I felt like a whale. Well, more like a balloon. Or kangaroo. Or some sort of pregnant giant. 

Anyways, I finally found an outfit that worked. I went to my Relief Society meeting and came home for my usual before-church snack. Then it hit me. I was [sick]. Very sick. After all that work, I stayed home in bed all day and slept. How frustrating!

I don't want to sound like a whiner, or like I'm not grateful to be pregnant with the world's sure-to-be-cutest-baby-ever. It's just difficult to see your body change and know that it may never go back to its old self.  I look at all the [super] cute pregnant women in my ward and think ... oh, if only I looked like that.

Of course, while I was moping [sick] on the couch, I decided I should watch the RS General Broadcast (that I may or may not have missed due to a home BYU Football game [which was disappointing]). 

I received this loving chastisement from President Monson:

Not only are we inclined to judge the actions and words of others, but many of us judge appearances: clothing, hairstyles, size. The list could go on and on.

I have in mind the charity that impels us to be sympathetic, compassionate, and merciful, not only in times of sickness and affliction and distress but also in times of weakness or error on the part of others.

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There is a serious need for the charity that gives attention to those who are unnoticed, hope to those who are discouraged, aid to those who are afflicted. True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere.

I realized that comparing myself to others is quite the opposite of charity. Not only that, but while I lack self-confidence and appreciation for my individual worth, I am [incapable] of extending help and providing an example to others. 

So I'm working on my "body image." I'm learning to love my body now, after the baby and forever.  

A fresh attempt at blogging

So, I'm thinking ... I really need to be a better blogger. I have an excuse -- of course. You see, I switched my email account (since I FINALLY changed my name) and I get so much spam in my old email, that I just avoid it all together. Hence, I don't update/check/etc. my blog either.

I know, lame excuse. It's true though, I swear.

Well, I keep getting requests to update my blog, so I'm going to buckle down and do it {hopefully}. I suppose it would be a good idea to keep a record of baby, his development and future birth/life.

So this is me giving in to blogging pressures and creating a new blog account ... and I'll post something legit soon.

Baby Pics

I would have grabbed more from the ultrasound, but it was being very uncooperative.

Daniel + Whitney + Baby = 3!!

Привет!

Well, I'm officially the worst blogger on the face of the planet. I blame it on school, but that's really no excuse. I'm only taking three classes and doing a part-time internship!

But I guess we should announce via blogger that Daniel and I are having a baby! A baby boy, to be exact. I'm due on January 15th, 2011. Two-thousand and eleven -- holy cow. I can't believe how the time has flown by!

I'm about to graduate from BYU in less than four months, have a baby in less than five, and we'll be at medical school somewhere in Texas within a year!

Anyways ... a lot has been going on around our neck of the woods. We went to Yellowstone with Daniel's family a couple weeks ago -- so beautiful! I loved it there. I'd never been before and I thought it was awesome! Some crazy bison came migrating through our camp, brushing up against my tent while we were sleeping (which didn't even phase a very asleep Daniel), leaving us big pies on our walking path and flat out taking a nap right next to our picnic table and tent!

The next week we went to Dan's family's house in El Paso. Dan had his first med school interview out there, so we decided to make a vacation of it. Of course,  while we were there, Mockingjay came out, so we had to take the time to read it. I so want to read it again. I should probably wait until I finish school, though. We had a super fun time in El Paso and Dan did great in his interview.

Currently, I'm a weekend widow for pretty much the rest of this month. Dan has med school interviews all lined up each weekend, which is great because we're getting them all done now! Nicole and David have been kind enough to take this lonely weekend widow in and have let me hang out and eat dinner with them all weekend. And, since I'm super scared of sleeping alone in my apartment (I know, lame, right?), Nicole has agreed to come stay the nights here too.

Let's see ... I'm going to try and figure out how to post a picture of our baby from the ultrasound DVD we got, but we'll see how successful I end up being.

That's all for now, пака!

P.S. The reason for the Russian is that Nicole, Josh and I are taking Russian 101 this semester and I have kind of figured out where all the Russian letters are on the computer keyboard ... how sweet is that?!