Never Say Never

First off.. Sorry Bieb fans, this is not a post about the adored Justin. Maybe next time.

Hunter started rolling exactly one week ago. After all the tummy times we did despite his absolute hate for it, it paid off. We were SOO excited. He rolled 3 times in row. I was shocked because I had no idea that babies could roll this young {he was 9 weeks old!}. But, Hunter is a big, strong boy so I'm sure he's not the norm for his age. I decided to google it to see what the normal age-- and while I was reading I came across a website that said to be careful with leaving babies on beds, couches, etc because you can never know when they will start rolling, and this why most parents will at least have one time when their baby falls. When I read that, I thought, DUH! Who leaves their baby on the couch by themselves?! I thought, that will never happen to me.

This is when the title comes into place..

So lately Hunter has been high maintence, and by that I mean he requires ALL of my attention. Seriously. Even if I am holding him while trying to do stuff, he isn't havin it. And he lets me know. The good thing is that when all my focus is on him, he's one smiley boy. BUT.. putting him down to take naps has been impossible without me holding him in the exact way he wants while singing the exact song he wants. And even then, he fights it. Needless to say, I have been exhausted from singing and rocking and holding 24/7. I don't think I even remember how to talk to normal anymore.. all I know is baby talk!

Mr. Pouty when he doesn't get his way.

Well last night he seemed to be doing ok so I decided to see if I could set him down on the couch, less than a foot away from me. After I did, I turned around to grab the remote and turn the volume down. As I did, I heard a THUMP.

I guess you could say my heart did the same thing. Only a GAZILLION times louder and harder.

Then came a mothers worst fear: her baby's screaming cry of pain. I don't think I have ever had a faster reflex than reaching down and pull him close to me as I rocked back and forth. I don't think I even took a breath for a whole minute. My heart was still pounding and all I could think was how I could let that happen, how I was such a horrible mom. My poor baby fell!!!

After a few minute he calmed down and I was able to check for battle wounds. Luckily, I think the fall just scared him and to be honest, I don't know who was more scared out of the two of us. All I can say though is that I have never been that scared in my whole life {this never is okay}.

Moral #1 of the Story: Never say never!
Assuming that you will be the exception when it comes to things where you should be thinking "better safe than sorry".

Moral #2 of the Story: The floor is always better, no falling included!

On a happier note, here is a video of him rolling in his P.J's.

P.S. Today he fell asleep in his own little bed by his own little self. YES!

P.S.S. Because of the P.S., I told Dug we should have him sleep in his bed at night {yes, we have been letting him sleep with us since he sleeps soo much better}. Dug loves to cuddle with him so he called me "The Big Bad Mom Wolf" and now insists that to be my nickname. Oh, boy. Let the good parent, bad parent games begin.

Our Little Frog

No, we don't really have a pet frog {although we did just get a pet tortoise-- which is so fun to watch Dug take of}. I'm referring to this cute little man of ours.

Okay, so his name isn't frog. But we like to call him that because of the way he scrunches up his legs and hiccups {poor little guy had them all the time during my pregnancy and still has them a lot and absolutely hates it!} He makes a pretty cute frog, don't you think? Well this post is all about him-- better late than never right?-- and is mostly for ME to write down for memories since I'm horrible at keeping a journal. So, it might be a little lengthy, detailed, and mushy-gushy. Just warning ya.

Throughout my most of my last trimester, I felt really good. I continued to work up until the last few weeks before my due date. I totally thought our little boy would come sooner than he did as I was dialated to a 3 and 90% effaced two weeks before my due date. I had horrible braxton hicks at night that I thought were the real deal, and always to my disappointment {and a false alarm trip to the hospital}, baby was too snug in my tummy and loved kicking mommy's ribs too much to come out. I tried lots of things to get baby out but no matter how much I walked, bounced, ate spicy foods, he was determined to remain where he was {stubborn like his parents haha}. Let me tell you, I was SO ready to have our baby that I even set up to be induced, something I had told myself I didn't want to do. Dr. Bullaro was nice enough to schedule me before my due date, and so we were set to have him on Monday Feb 13th. Well a call from the hospital put me in tears when I found out I had to wait until Wednesday (which now I'm glad cause I like the #15 better.)

Soo.. Wednesday 3am comes around and we go to the Banner Gateway hospital and do all the paperwork. Dug, my mom, and my sister Brooke sat in the room with me while I got hooked up to pitocin. Contractions started but they were no big deal since I had all those nights to prepare me. Then around 8am, Dr. Bullaro came and broke my water. By 11am I was having intense contractions and couldn't be happier to see the epidural guy {nervous too though!} I was on the fense before about if I wanted one but after I got it I was SOO glad. I was pretty much on a high at that point. By the time I was ready to push, my nurse told me that she thought it would be pretty soon that he would be here. Well little did she know I was carrying almost a nine pound baby with a fairly big head. The epidural also was super strong that I did not feel one thing {it was wonderful!} My doctor kept telling me I was doing great and he was almost there. Well, the pushing lasted about 2 hours. I was soo exhausted and almost got to the point that I felt I might give up. Luckily my doctor was encouraging and so awesome that I didn't. And once I heard his cry it was all worth every second of work.

His signature move.. still does it to this day!
Hunter Douglas Adamson came into our family on February 15th, 2012 at 3:15pm. Unlike the 7lb baby the ultrasound led us to believe he was, he was a wopping 8lb 11oz, 21.5in. WAY bigger than Dug and I weighed when we were born. He had a cone head like you wouldn't believe, but I am just glad he had at least some hair {my doctor thought he might be bald. Now, the sad thing is he has lost some of that hair!} It was an experience that I will never forget and seeing and holding him for the first time made me extremely emotional. He was absolutely perfect. We had a couple names we liked picked out but we wanted to see him before we chose. Hunter was probably one of my last choices before, but when I saw him, I cried "Babe, he looks like a Hunter!" I was nervous I wouldn't have that ah-ha moment but fortunately it came pretty hard.

I was a big baby too..
After having him, I was pretty out of it and I don't remember a lot of what happened. I think that me passing out later that night partially had something to do with my memory loss {yes, I passed out after getting up. And yes my sisters freaked out because they were in the room. And yes.. after telling Dug that I thought he was going to pass out, I actually ended up being that person.} Dug did great the whole time and was helpful. He really did great considering how he usually does with blood and he even cut the ambilical cord! After all the madness died down and I looked over at him holding Hunter, I realized that I couldn't ask for a better Daddy for my son. Ever. He adores him so much and is always excited to help out {yep, changing diapers and all!}

We were really excited once we got home to start playing "house" as mom and dad. We have had a few rough and sleepless nights, and I won't lie, I have cried some good cries. But honestly, it is the most rewarding thing ever. Sometimes when I'm driving in the car and he's crying in the back, I feel like the worst mom ever and get overwhelmed. However, moments like when I reach back and feel his little fingers grasp around mine and he stops crying all that disappears and makes me one happy momma.

We are so blessed to have such a healthy, beautiful boy. He is now two months old and the time has seriously flown by! I can't believe he is 14lbs already-- he is a chunker! Seriously, he's a toddler. I love it though, he has the cutest fat rolls ever. It is so fun seeing him start to be more aware and smile and even giggle {especially during bath time}. Cutest. Thing. Ever.

So hopefully I can blog more about his cute face. But blogger changed a lot so its throwing me off. But I'll really really try!

His first easter. Grandma got him the cutest bunny outfit!

Be Jealous.

Yep. This is what I married.
And why life is never boring.
Funny thing is he did this right as we were leaving to go to my parent's house for Sunday dinner and I didn't notice the whole car ride over until we we were almost there.
I must be pretty used to this stuff because I just died laughing instead of freaking out like I used to.
I kept telling him I felt like he needed a belt with guns to complete the look.
My brother, Boomer, told him that he looked like one of those guys off a disco movie.
Either way, I definitely could not take him seriously until he finally shaved it off.
I mean... who could?

First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage...

It has been too long since I have updated my blog... but with all the changes going on, things have been a bit crazy! We finally settled in to our adorable home in Phoenix and I think I got things mostly the way I want them. We are about a 20 minute drive from our parents, a 30 minute drive from Dug's school and my work. And luckily, we live in a nice area and LOVE our new ward. The members have been so welcoming, the spirit is so strong, and I got my first calling... relief society teacher! When they put me in I wondered if they really know how young I am, but I am so excited to teach and this next Sunday will be my first time. Eek! I loved working in the nursery in our last ward but after a year it was good to find out I'll be in relief society for a while and my Sundays will be more uplifting, I think.

Our Perfect Starter Home

We got a sweet couch and rug for the living room

Dug is doing so good in Pharmacy school and is almost done with his first quarter. Woot! And I am done with my prerequisites for dental hygiene, turned in my application, and now just waiting to get accepted. With the way things are looking, I probably won't get in for a couple years. :/ In the mean time, I am working full time and taking some fun online classes through MCC. This next semester I am taking personal & family finances and child development to prepare us for the baby.

THE BABY?!

It's true! We have a little one on the way and are super, super, SUPER excited about it. And nervous. But mostly excited.

My First Positive Test {which I swear I almost fainted}

I ran down the hall screaming & jumping to tell Dug. As you can see, he is a little more shocked than excited at this point.. And my cheeks hurt I was smiling so much.

Today I am 13 weeks! This first trimester has been a little rough and I have gotten the sickness at night fairly bad.. I even lost weight! But, my symptoms are going away and I haven't been so tired as usual. Hallelujah!

We went into the doctor yesterday and had an ultrasound done. I knew it was kinda early but I had to ask because I am just DYING to know if it's a boy or girl {although, we would be equally excited for either!}

Love this little baby! It was so surreal seeing our active baby moving around inside me on the big screen. It seriously hit me that we are going to be responsible for this little human being that is half me & half the man I love! Scary but so wonderful!

According to the technician, this is supposed to be the proof that she is almost positive that it's a... little boy! I guess the arrow is pointing to his.. ya know.. stuff! Of course, she was pretty confident it is a boy but we will have to wait for another 6 weeks or so before finding out officially.

Both me & baby {boy} are both happy and healthy! I'm due February 16th. Our families are so excited and I have a TON of friends that are due near the same time. I'm pretty sure I can count at least 6. I don't know if it is me or not but I feel like there is a baby boom!! It is funny because our good friends Jamie and Krissy are expecting and are due February 13th.. and they found out a few days before we did! And even crazier/weirder... Krissy and I found out while we were staying in their house for over a week while we waited for our house to close.

We joke: There's something in that water!

P.S. No cute baby bump yet.. but it's coming slowly. I'll post pics when it does decide to show!

P.S.S. A blog about my best friend's wedding {not the movie!) and my step-brother's wedding is soon to come!

You've Got to be Joking Me!

I was never cut out to be a beautician. I have known that for a long time. But here is the proof that came like a slap in the face this morning (P.S. This is AFTER I tried to make it better).

Good look, huh? I cried, and then we laughed, and then I cried some more. I didn't fully listen to Dug when he asked me to do the back of his hair (aka his hair line) and I was dumb enough to not check what size blade was on the clippers. I just went straight for it and before I knew it, there was a large, bald rectangle on the back of his head. Then this was the convo that followed:

Me: Oh my goodness. You've got to be joking me. Babe, I just cut your hair. I'm gonna cry.
Dug: (He stops and then reaches to touch the back of his hair) I thought you were joking around with me but I heard the hair cut. (Starts laughing).
Me: (Crying/laughing as I sit in the corner on the bathroom floor) Babe, I'm really really sorry. I can't believe this. You have to wear a hat all the time and we can't go to church with you like that!

Dug: (Still laughing) Breeze, it's fine. Just cut my hair shorter to match better but just be careful this time.

Me: (Wincing because I like his hair longer and scared to try again) Are you okay? Aren't you mad at me?
Dug: No, I think you having to walk around with me like this is enough of a punishment. And I don't have to see it, everyone else does. Plus, we will save money on shampoo and I won't have to worry about doing my hair now.

Clearly I am more devastated then he is. Once the shock wears off hopefully I will think it's as funny as he does. Maybe I might even come to enjoy his sweet bald rectangle with a diagonal in the middle.

NOT.

Happy Sunday. :)

Me after I butchered my hair (hence the big bow)

My poor mom cried too.

The tradition continues...

Crunch time! (Krissy- not Crunch as in Jamie haha)

Ok.. so it's been a hectic last few weeks. We found out that Doug got into pharmacy school last Monday. I am SOO proud of him! We are excited. It's a 3 year accelerated program which means he will be full time with hardly any breaks, but we can deal with that cause:

#1) Midwestern University is 1 of the 2 Pharmacy schools in Arizona {the other is in Tucson}

and

#2) The quicker we are done with school the better!

So that's exciting news! More fun news is that we are looking for a house since we know we will be stuck here for at least 3 years. It's has been hard work let me tell you.. I have lost a lot of sleep because of it.. but it's been fun! We have a short amount of time to close a house since Doug is starting school June 6. Even our offer was accepted tomorrow, it still takes 30 days to close. Yikes! Not a lot of time. So yes, I'm a crazy stressed woman right now. We had an offer that wasn't accepted and we have another offer we should hear about soon. Wish us luck! {For those who are wondering, we are trying to find somewhere half way between family and school.. which is quite difficult to find}.

With all of this good news comes some.. well lets say stressful news. I have two lab finals tomorrow, and exam on Friday, and two finals next week. Oh my goodness! My brain is pretty much overloaded right now. And it's affected me to where I'm not-so-nice to Dug at times. Luckily, he still loves me and understands. In fact, he is way more understanding. After I came home late from a long day tonight, Dug left this on my pillow {he went to play raquet ball}.

For those of you who can't read chicken scratch, it says:

Love my babe,

I am going to come home and snuggle & cuddle you so hard you will become part of me. Then I am going to eat every cell of your body. Love you much, Duggy Buggy Bear.

{Note: All of these are inside jokes, so I literally laughed out loud because it was funny and cried at the same time because it was ridiculously thoughtful of him.. yes I'm a little over-emotional.}

Seriously. How in the world did I get so lucky? I love this man so much. It's wonderful to be married to my best friend who amazingly knows what I need when I need it the most.

Change

CHANGE. It can be a scary thing. Or it can be exciting. Or Both. Sometimes it hits you hard and other times you barely even notice it happening. One thing about it is constant, though: it will always happen.

I have been thinking a lot about changes around me and in my life. My sister Brooke is graduating in a month. SO WEIRD. I still think of her as the sleepy little girl pointing to the doll in the toy car on Christmas morning saying "Get out!" But I have to admit, she has grown so much even in the last year but I didn't even realize just how much until now. Little babbling Brooke isn't so little anymore. She has become a beautiful confident young woman! And little Bit (aka Brittney Boo). It seriously hit me looking at her facebook profile pic that she is growing up too. I was thinking "Gosh, who is this gorgeous girl! She is not that rosie-cheeked baby I knew that was obsessed with barbies and barney anymore!" She's almost in high school!! Pure craziness. I love my sisters and am so excited for them at these turning points in their lives. I can't imagine how my parents must feel!

My Amazing Seesters :)

Another exciting change.. my best friend is getting

MARRIED! This makes me incredibly happy. Chelsea and I have been pretty much sisters for almost 10 years and I am so glad we have stayed close through all the changes in our lives.. and I just love that she found her Mr. Right and he put a ring on it. YAY! Love you Chels!

BFF's in Las Vegas

The Lovebirds {she's got the ring!}

Other changes, unexpected and difficult to handle, happen too though. At the end of last year I had lost two wonderful people in my life: My granny Ecco and my cousin Dalton. Granny Ecco, who almost made it to 100 years old, passed away quietly in November. She is now with her hubby in heaven. I will always keep my great-grandmother in my heart because she was an amazing lady and I loved her so much.

Dalton, who was just a few months younger than me, passed away in a car accident. For my whole family this has been one of the hardest changes to overcome. Daltonator had so much energy and was so full of life. I can't imagine times at our family cabin without him. I love him and miss him a lot and am thankful I have the spirit as my comforter to help me get through the hard times by knowing he is in a good place. And I'm grateful that this experience has led my family to become closer to his girlfriend Emi. She is so wonderful and we have come to love her as family!

As for me, I am trying to make some small personal changes, too. First on my list is eating healthier and working out. This week I have been pretty good at it. And of course, blogging is on my list too {keeping a journal of any sorts has never been my thing.}

Who knows what changes the near future holds for us.. Dug may start pharmacy school in June and we may buy a house and I might get in to dental hygiene school.. it's all up in the air at this point. I have always been a planner so flying by the seat of my pants isn't easy to do. I have always been uncomfortable with change.. it makes me nervous. SO.. I'm trying to be BRAVE with change because.. it's part of life. It's part of the plan. It's part of who we are.