The Bump

I am 14 weeks along, but I'm showing. Bah! I wish I was the kind of pregnant woman who doesn't show until 8 months, but I'm obviously on my way to balloon-hood.

Oh well.

Future, Part 2.

This is what our family has looked like.

This is what our family WILL look like, around June 8th.

This is how we felt when we found out.

But this is how we feel now.

Future.

These are the places we've lived.

Idaho Falls, ID

Fairbanks, AK

Salt Lake City, UT

Siberia

And currently, Logan, UT.


We will live in one of these places next year.


Boston, MA


New York, NY


Washington DC

Palo Alto, CA

Bloomington, IN


Eugene, OR



It's grad school application time!

Who knows where life will take us?

Feud.

I have been terribly sick these last few days with a flu-like condition. I have missed school and work waaaay too much. Today after barfing up my breakfast, I went back to bed to find that I was not tired. Sick, but not tired.

There's not much on TV during the day. I watched something about a 57 year old woman having a baby, and it was a little gross. I watched something about the world's strictest parents and I was sad because they liked to spy on their kids. I watched a telenovela called "Amar en Tiempos Revueltos" and I got confused because I can't remember anything about the Spanish Civil War.

Yesterday, I woke up in a weird daze convinced that I would die if I didn't have a Sprite to drink. Jeff wasn't home, so I put on my bleached-stained high school Spanish team shirt with no bra and some too-short exercise pants that of course have never been exercised in and drove to McDonald's. I was very disoriented and kind of thought it was Christmas because it was snowing like a banshee. (Yes, I have enough cognition to know banshees don't exist or snow) As I was driving to get my life-saving Sprite, I decided that instead my life would end if I didn't buy a book. So, with my wheels screeching, I turned suddenly to go to Borders. (Sorry I didn't tell you this story, Jeff. I'm more than a little ashamed.)

I walked into Border with my bad hygiene and crazy eyes and looked for the book of my choice. When I couldn't find the particular book I was seeking, I started wandering around the store and crying. Finally, I ran into an employee and they asked if they could help me. I mumbled something about how I couldn't find my book probably because it was sold out. She took me to a cart that had the book on it, and I made some pitiful reference to how I was having a bad day and needed a teen romance to get me through. I cried tears of joy and the nice employee thought I was crazy. I was a little crazy.

That should have been a happy ending but it wasn't. I read the book. (Splendor, one of those frothy Luxe books that Vienna knows I really like.) I won't spoil anything for anyone who also secretly reads books younger than they should, but the ending was very disappointing for a sick girl in need of a romantic read. Perhaps I'm going to have to start reading more adult novels, but Splendor turned me off to any sort of book. I just get too emotionally invested.

So it's back to TV for me. Unfortunately, there's only one show that seems to be on. That show is Family Feud.


I've hit a new low. Pray for me.

FACT!

Last night, I was able to convince Jeff to buy me Panda Express using only ventriloquism.







I just thought I'd share my triumph.

Help a Brother Out.

Ok, I'm not a brother in any sense of the word, but I thought it was funny. I wanted to put "Brotha" but thought that it would make me seem like a wankster. I'm not, I'm the real deal.

So here's the thing: Jeff and I are headed to New York for Thanksgiving! Wahoo! We are going with Jeff's family. Normally, they prefer to eat their Thanksgiving dinner in Idaho Falls, but this year a group of us are flying out to New York to meet Jeff's dad for the blessed event. He will be in Kenya, and meeting in New York is a lot more doable for him. I wish I was going to Kenya, just so I could say "I'd like to, but I'm going to be in Kenya that day." I hope this tradition will escalate, so in the future, we Carrs will all meet in Nairobi for Thanksgiving. The locals will think we are crazy, but we'll import turkey nonetheless. (I'm just assuming they don't have turkeys in Africa. Does that make me racist?)

Anyway, whilst in New York, there is talk of seeing a Broadway show. Because I am a recovering Broadway devotee (I only say "recovering" because there isn't enough room on my ipod anymore for all the musicals I had) the gauntlet of choosing a show has fallen on my shoulders. (At least, I think so.) I would like input. These are the contenders:

• Wicked (A favorite of mine that I've never seen, but others in our party have.)
• Ragtime (I'm pushing for this one, because I like the song where the lady buries her baby.)
• Jersey Boys (My in-laws like the idea of this one, but I like musicals with women in them)
• Phantom (I'm only a moderate fan, but I hear it's pretty cool on stage.)
• Billy Eliot (I saw the movie and liked it. Plus, Elton John wrote the songs.)
• Bye, Bye Birdie (Ok, the only reason to see this one is John Stamos)
• South Pacific (Heard the revival was great. I like the talk-talky time song.)
• Shrek (Don't really want to see it- but Sutton Foster!!)
• In the Heights (Just won the Tony, I like things about Latinos.)
• Mary Poppins (The movie was semi-creepy, but I heard the show is good.)
• West Side Story (Probably the best musical of all time, but can I convince others???)
• Hair (Yeah right, I just added that in for kicks. That show's crazy.)

Any advice??? I would really appreciate it, I'm not sure what to see. (If you're shy or a stalker, just post anonymously, that's what my mom does.) Please?? Please? Bueller? Bueller?

One Of Us Has Something Growing Inside.

Or HAD something growing inside...


It's Jeff, and it's an infected appendix. On Saturday, the little guy couldn't take anymore and burst. It really made our week spicy. Emergency surgery, 4 day hospitalization, sleep deprivation.

Who knew something the size of a pinky could cause so much trouble???



Worst of all, Jeff's belly now looks like Frankenstein with braces. Yep, try and picture that.

I'll keep you updated when I get my rest.

-Sarah