Motherhood

Nick and I watched a movie today called, "Motherhood." We thought it would be funny.

It wasn't.

It was actually very depressing and we both thought the main character got way too worked up over things. She blogged incessantly about personal things and rambled on and on about how she wants to do something with her life besides change diapers and plan birthday parties.

Needless to say, we didn't enjoy the movie.

It actually kind of worried me. Are people (mothers, actually) going to give me their advice or opinion whether I want it or not? Are people going to tell me that I'm "brave" for living the way that I do? Good grief! I shudder to think what kind of venom would spew from my lips if I encountered people like that.

At any rate, there's not much in the line of updates. After the movie, Nick fell asleep briefly. I watched him for a bit and decided that he's always handsome - without even trying. It's kind of disgusting. So, consequently, I stopped watching him and tried to do something with my hair.

It didn't work.

So, here I sit. Pajamas on my butt and my shirt pulled off of my belly. I. Look. Glamorous.

Oops

I'm just gonna say something here...

The new blogger layout is weird.

Okay. It seems I'm a super winner and I completely forgot what my login information was to my brand-spankin' new blog. Oh well. This one is prettier, and Blogger is a lot easier to manage anyway.

BUT

I'm going to be doing something different. Something that I [should] have been doing this whole time, but I felt and looked way too crappy to do so. I'm going to be posting pictures of my baby bump. Every week. 

*Especially since now I actually LOOK pregnant, instead of just pudgy.

That's about it for now. I have an interview at the library tomorrow so, please, wish me luck.

15 Weeks

No-Poo equals Curly Q

Anyone who knows me knows that I have naturally curly hair. They also know that I LOVE it. Anyone who knows my husband knows that he thinks curly hair is incredibly sexy. I love the rain and the humidity because my hair loves it, too. However, recently my hair has been… wilting. It has made me sad, and my husband sadder. What to do?

Ah-HA! I’ve been reading up on how to care for my curls and I came across this link: http://www.wikihow.com/Follow-the-Curly-Girl-Method-for-Curly-Hair I was blown away! I would have never thought that shampoo and towels were the culprits to my wilted mane. So, I decided to try the “No-Poo” method. I’ll admit, I was a little nervous because the article said that it may take a few WEEKS for my hair to adjust and that it may actually look worse. ACK!

So far, so good. My hair appears bouncy and not as greasy as I had imagined. I do need to look for some better gel, though.

Tip: Spray gel is not your friend.

Here's the thing...

I've forgotten the login information of my blog! ACK! Luckily, I remembered that I had this one all pretty and set up already, so I just copied and pasted my previous posts in here. kthx.

So, needless to say, I will try again. This post will probably be much more abridged, however considering my waning patience with backlit objects. (i.e. My laptop)

This blog serves the purpose of my journal this year. My husband, Nick, is constantly asking me to write in a journal before I go to bed, so I created this to prove to him as well as to myself that I can and will write at least three times a week for the entire year of 2012. (At least until our world as we know it comes to a screeching halt.)

Now is the part where I indulge you on who I am. Buckle up.

My name is Michelle. I am very, VERY small in height, but becoming more pronounced in width considering I am in the process of creating our first child. I am named after my father. After marrying my husband, I not only changed my last name, but I gave myself a middle name as well – my mother’s first name.

Physically, I am nothing special. I have blonde, curly hair that usually does what it wants. However, because I’m irrational and chopped off a good six inches after my wedding, my hair doesn’t curl properly anymore. This saddens me. My eyes are a grayish/greenish/blue. They change color according to who knows what, and look much better with a bit of mascara. I do not paint my fingernails. Although I may start now that I am overcoming my addiction to biting them. It always looked so odd with little blobs of red or pink dotting the end of my fingers. But, now that it’s quite obvious that those things on the end of my fingers are indeed nails, I may like to liven up my phalanges from time to time. I haven’t decided, but I will keep you posted.

I am deeply in love with my husband. We met when we were 14 and became instant friends. Years later, at 18, we went on a few dates before he left for his two year mission to Chihuahua, Mexico. While he was gone, I was married and shortly divorced. That time left me broken and unsure if I would ever find real love. I do not regret it, however. That experience molded me into the person that Nick needed after he returned in November of 2010. We began officially dating December 19, 2010, were engaged on July 4, 2011 and married October 15 of that same year. It’s been a wonderful ride, and I cherish every day that I am blessed to wake up next to such a valiant servant of the Lord.

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I have been for my entire life. I am extremely proud of my religion and am excited to teach my little one about the Gospel when he or she arrives. I am fully convinced I am cooking a future apostle. One day, Nick and I hope to be the Mission President (and President’s wife) of one of the hundreds of missions the Church has to offer.

Whelp… that’s pretty much it. I am who I am, and I will see you again sometime this week.

To bring the world His truth...

Tonight, I am in charge of the lesson for the Family Home Evening that Nick and I do on a weekly basis. Normally, we would hold it on Tuesday nights. But, because he was out of town that day, we are holding it tonight.

In preparing my lesson on Lehi's Dream, I was able to read a really great talk given by Boyd K. Packer. He spoke of his days as a youth in the military. He spoke of how other scoffed at him because of his beliefs and standards. That was in the early 1950's! He knows how different things are now, and how filthy life has become.

Just yesterday, a woman came into MVC (my job) and was speaking offhandedly to another customer. The man she was speaking to asked,

                      "How's married life?"

To that she responded,

                       

                      "Oh, about the same."

WHAT?!!?!!?! Why is that okay? Why has society become so diluded that it is now normal for couples to live together prior to marriage? Why is it okay for couples to live together when marriage hasn't even been discussed? Why is pre-marital sex recreational? Something is wrong here.

"The greatest trick Satan ever pulled was convincing the world he did not exist."

Que mi corazon esta colgando en tus manos...

I am such a slacker when it comes to blogging. Life got the better of me, and I completely forgot about this little slice of relief. If I can't physically journal, at least I can blog. I mean, come ON.

Life is moving pretty fast for me, now. I work nearly full time now. (I say "nearly" because I work in the ballpark of 39 hours a week.) I also have the world's greatest boyfriend. We are, in essence, engaged to be engaged. It's all just a matter of time.

Let me get you up to date:

Nick came home from his mission to Mexico in November of last year. We began dating officially in December, and have progressed quickly in our relationship. He knows more about me than anyone ever has, and I trust him completely. He is patient and incredibly loving. I don't deserve him at all.

Dating Nick has also increased my spirituality and my desire to serve. We are planning on going to Mexico for our honeymoon, and this is VERY exciting for him. He finds ways to continue living his mission every day. He gives out pass along cards and refers people to the missionaries regularly. He is truly an inspiration to me. I really admire him.

I find myself with a prayer in my heart regularly because of my desire to improve. Being with Nick has started a fire within me that is greater than anything I have ever experienced. I want everyone I know to feel this happiness. I want to share my testimony, and change their lives. But, to do that, they have to open their hearts and listen to the Spirit.