Sunday, December 12, 2010

Tangled

This week, we had a chance for a little date night. We went to Babies 'R' Us (totally romantic, I know. Be jealous.) and used a gift card we were given for our baby shower (thanks, Aunt Karen!) and got our diaper bag. Actually, we got two!

This is the main one:



And this is the smaller one:

The first one is going to be my main diaper bag, you know, the catch-all that will likely turn into my purse which carries some baby stuff. The second one is much smaller, and it'll only have necessities for baby. We like that it matches the big one. The smaller one will kinda be our daddy diaper bag, for Brett. Honestly, I could see myself using the smaller one as much if not more than the bigger one, but we'll see! They weren't super expensive, so if we decide we don't really like either of them and want to try something different, I've got time to save up for my Petunia Pickle Bottom bag that I've been dying for, maybe in time for the next kid! ;-)

After we were done shopping, we went and saw Tangled:


This movie was SO GOOD! Remember back in the old days when there were Disney movies for kids with lighthearted stories, fun annimation, songs, and were completely clean of any adult jokes? Well, this one fits the bill. It was rated PG, but we have no idea why. Maybe the movie people just don't want to put a G rating on anything anymore. But whatever, we will definitely own the DVD when it comes out. 

These days, I can't sit for very long anymore. I just can't get comfortable. If I sit still for too long my back and pelvis ache. Church is killer on my back, and we've been playing hooky after Sacrament Meeting as it is, so we were taking a chance on seeing a 90-minute movie. I did pretty well for the first half. I think I only had to cross and un-cross my legs a couple times. Then suddenly, I was completely uncomfortable and felt like if I didn't change possitions RIGHT THEN I would die! After that I spent the last half of the movie getting as creative as I could in the theater seats. Oh, and I REALLY needed to use the bathroom, but I wasn't giving in to that because there was no way I was missing part of the movie! Just a few more weeks to go... Come on, self, you can do it!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

51

Daddy Collage

That's how old my dad would be today if he was still alive. I miss him so much. It's been six and a half years since he died, and some years, December 8th comes and goes without me even realizing the significance of the day. I'll get to the 9th or 10th and think, "Oh, crap, Dad's birthday was the other day and I didn't even stop to think about him or 'talk' to him." (Sometimes I talk to him in case he can hear me or somehow know my thoughts.) But then again, I don't think that they pay attention to earthly birthdays where he is. I'm sure he's got much more important things to worry about.

I don't usually write about stuff this personal and close to my heart, but today I felt prompted to share some thoughts, in case someone comes across my blog who needs to read these words. I am so greatful for my knowledge of The Plan of Salvation. Because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, and Heavenly Father's wonderful Plan of Happiness, I know that I'll see my dad again. I know where he is, and what he's doing. I know that everything happens for a reason, and everything is part of Heavenly Father's plan for me - and you. Families CAN be together forever.

I also know that through the Atonement, I have someone who knows exactly how I feel when I get a little sad about my daddy. When Jesus Christ was suffering in Gethsemane, He not only suffered for each of our sins, but He also suffered  - in a very specific way - through all the pains and heartaches we would each encounter in this life. Jesus knows EXACTLY how 18-yr-old Morgan Wilfley felt when her papa left this earth, and because of that, He is able to succor me exactly the way I need it, the way no one else possibly could.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

OK ok ok...

Fine. I'll say it. I'm pregnant. It's a boy. He's due on Jan. 6, 2011, which puts us at 35 1/2 weeks along. Nope, no name yet. Yes, we have two or three options, but we ain't tellin.

Wanna see some proof? Here ya go, and you can click on the picture for more at Susanne Ashby's blog. She did an AMAZING job on these pictures. Seeing these pictures go a long way with helping me to not feel like a total heffer. Actually, Susanne does an AMAZING job on ALL her pictures. She did the pictures that are in my blog header too, and I can't wait for her to do our newborn pictures! Also, my makeup for this shoot was by my sister, at http://www.maddybirdmakeup.com/. She always nails it!


Although, I'm sure most of you reading this have already found out because you:

a) Came to/were invited to my baby shower
b) Are my friend on Facebook and saw my maternity pictures
c) Know my mom or sister (or other close relatives of mine)
d) ARE my mom or sister (or other close relatives of mine)
e) Saw me lookin' a little thick around the middle
f) Noticed my "The Kid" button on this blog and knew it meant something
g) Were on our ever-so-exclusive "Happy 4th of July, love Morgan and Brett and Baby Werner" text message list

(I know that was a lot of choices. That's how easy it is to know about this whole thing before now because I've let it go for so long.)

I know I've been really weird about the whole thing. I just wasn't ready to talk about it. It's not that I wasn't happy about it or anything like that. I guess I just feel like the baby growing in my body is kind of a private, personal thing, and I didn't want to go blasting it on the WWW. You night have noticed that I made no formal announcement on Facebook. It all started out with our first trimester furtiveness. We didn't want to tell anybody until we were clear of the first trimester because of the posibility of losing the pregnancy early on. Then, at I think ten or eleven weeks, (or was it as early as 8 weeks? I can't remember) the doctor heard a really great, strong heartbeat and said that she was confident that the pregnancy would survive, and the chances of miscarriage were next to none, so if we wanted to tell people we could.

But, we still weren't ready to alert the press. First, we needed to wait until we had told all of our family in person, and then we sent out a mass text message. But, even then, I didn't say anything on FB about it. If any comments were made to me on FB, I immediately deleted them from my wall. I think the FB secretiveness was to avoid people going, "OMG! Post some preggo pics! I wanna see your baby bump!" Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhh no. I am not posting the lame, take-a-picture-of-myself-standing-sideways-by-the-bathroom-mirror-to-show-how-big-my-stomach-has-gotten-each-month-photos on FB. I've been taking some for our own personal viewing pleasure, but you ain't gonna see them. Heck no. All the people at work who were constantly rubbing my [still basically flat] stomach back in my second trimester as if it were public domain was enough attention for me. (Word to the wise - ASK before you start feelin' up a pregnant chick!) It's not that I'm ashamed of the way I look. In fact, I'm quite pleased with the way I look so far. I haven't put on a ton of weight, and everyone is telling me how small I am for over 8 months pregnant (although my doc says I measure perfectly, so I'm not worried. Not having cravings, waiting tables and walking around the restaurant for four hours straight, and then finishing the night off with lots of salad and protein will keep that extra baby weight off - let me tell ya! Eating for two is so five minutes ago). Not to mention, my hair and skin are so healthy right now. Nope, no stretch marks - yet. Knock on wood, right?

It felt really weird to say, "I'm pregnant," so I let people find out through the grapevine, except for the people we texted on the 4th of July. Finally, in the second trimester pretty much everyone knew. And now, Blogworld, you know. Enjoy.

It was really easy to keep my mouth shut about it until we were ready to blab. I had my mom to talk to about it, since I told her right when I found out. I couldn't have gone through the whole thing without her support and wisdom from the very beginning. Plus, my best friend/4th cousin once removed (no really, we're 4th cousins), Lissy, knew about it too. I couldn't not tell her! So, for a week I had her to talk to about it. Then, a week after I found out, she found out that she was in the same boat as me, and at the time, based on online due date calculators, we thought she was due a day after I was. (We live two states apart and our cycles are STILL in sync! Ridiculous.) But, her first ultrasound showed that she was actually 11 days behind me. Whatever. Close enough! It's been so nice to have her to talk to and go through this with. We were both totally sick in our first trimester, and there were many a "uuuuuuugh this sucks" text sent between us. She was also pretty quiet about her pregnancy, so we could trust each other to not blab except to our husbands and moms. Plus, that way, our moms could talk to each other about it and not explode.

Wow, I just barfed out a long blog post. I can't believe I just told you all that stuff. I guess I made it to 35.5 weeks keeping my mouth relatively shut, and since my blog is more of a journal than anything else I have, I should start talking, you know, for posterity. Or whatever.

Time for bed now. Hopefully I can sleep tonight. I have a really hard time getting comfortable. I can't lay on my back for more than a few seconds before I get a really weird, achy, almost numbing sensation in my middle to lower back. It's kind of the same feeling as restless leg syndrome, if you know how that feels. Imagine "restless back syndrome" and that's how I feel when I lay on my back. That leaves me with two options - laying on my right side or laying on my left side. Both get old after about five minutes, so I pray for sleep to find me before I have to turn over. And over.

Ooooooh man, I can't wait to sleep on my belly in a few weeks. It'll be heaven.

Friday, November 12, 2010

For the sake of evasiveness...

Sometimes, there are things that I'm just not ready to talk about. I've got a couple personal projects in the pipeline, and I'll tell ya bout them soon. Some of you know what I'm talking about, some of you don't. But for right now, I'm just gonna be evasive and vague and not address those subjects. So, stop asking! :-P

Monday, November 8, 2010

For the sake of egg nog...

I freakin' love egg nog. Every October, whenever it appears in the dairy section of the grocery store, I always buy a carton of it. I make sure I always have some in the fridge until January when the store stops carrying it. And the cool part of it is that Brett doesn't really like egg nog, so I get it all to my self all Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas! Woohoo!



Hmmm... let's see, what else can I ramble on about tonight... Oh! I know! In the year since I last posted, like REALLY posted, a few things have happened to us and for us. This spring, Brett got promoted to General Manager of the Islands here in Monterey! That was pretty awesome. He got that promotion pretty fast, considering he's only been a manager for less than three years now. He's doing so well at it! I'm so proud of him.

Also, my brother, Harrison, left for his mission this last March. He is serving in Uruguay, Montevideo West. He seems to be having a blast down there, and appears to have adjusted pretty well. (Eek, I need to write to him!) I can't wait to hear him speak spanish when he comes back! I just can't imagine my big, football jock little brother speaking another language fluently. It's so funny to see all the pictures of big, white Harrison with all the little, brown Uruguayans. He towers over all of them - even his American companions! He said that when he first got there, the locals thought he was a body builder, because they'd never seen such a big guy before. If you haven't seen Harrison in a while, he's 6'5", a gargantuan. He's got less than 500 days left. No, no, we're not counting down or anything.

Last year, Brett's mom, Judy, taught me how to knit, so I've been having a lot of fun with that. I need to take some pictures of my projects to show you! Right now, my biggest project is a huge, cable-knit blanket. I've been working on it since this summer, and I vowed to finish it by Christmas. I think I can, but it's just so big that I get bored with it easily and start on smaller projects, like baby beanies and scarves and stuff. I have a list as long as my arm of small projects that I want to try. I'll post some pictures of my blanket soon!

Ok, more later... maybe...

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

For the sake of newness...

Wow. It's been a year since I last posted. I am sooooo lame. I have to finish cleaning the house now, but I'll write more later. I promise. Maybe.