I love Bradley. There, I said it. Look at him, all grown up and posting in our blog! Tears to my eyes, seriously.
Brad makes me laugh. Constantly. That was one very high requirement on the man I marry, one who could produce much laughter. He certainly fits the bill. He even managed to have me laughing the way he proposed. He's a keeper!
One of the funniest things that he's ever done involves one thing that I am very much obsessed with: Harry Potter. I LOVE Harry Potter. I have read those books, listened to those books, and seen those movies many-a-times, too many to count. Brad knows this. He bought the DVD box set for me for our first Christmas and has been forced to re-watch those movies more times than he probably has ever wanted to. But he does it, because he's awesome.
That's not the awesome thing he did, however. I mean, that's awesome, but he did something even more awesome.
One morning, probably a year ago from right about now, I was heading off to work. I had already said my goodbye and "I love you" to Brad, and I was sitting in the car waiting for it to warm up before I pulled out.
I suddenly hear this knock on my driver's side window, and there's my husband. I wave and am about to roll down the window to see what he needed, when he suddenly breathes a thick layer of condensation onto the window. In it, Brad writes, "B + H" in a heart, and then proceeds to breathe another fog onto it to make it stand out.
At this point, I just bust out laughing.
If you don't know, Brad had reenacted a scene from the sixth Harry Potter movie, wherein Lavender Brown draws her and Ron's initials on their compartment's door on the train ride home for Christmas holiday.
HELLO everyone this is the other Blogger that Blogs on this Blog. Brad! so my wife informed me that i have access to it and that I am able to post when ever I like so this is my first post So yeah I just wanted to say hi and get excited for the things to come from my masterful posts.
Okay, a day late. But really, never too late to share words from this wonderful man. It's historical figures like him that make my major so incredible to study.
Martin Luther King, Jr. truly was a Christlike person and example.
I hope that we never let our differences or misunderstandings ever convince us to hate any one person or people. It's too destructive and too much of a waste of energy. Hate changes nothing, it's a useless emotion.
It's said that when you're pregnant your brain gets a little scrambled.
And well, this was an off day.
Bradley and I drive a lot. Not anywhere exciting, just the same place maybe six times a week. Our drive from home to work and school in Provo is about 30 miles, so we drive at least 60 miles everyday except Sunday.
Being Friday, we made that same ol' drive today.
Got to work, couldn't find my badge. My job is like the Temple of Doom for books so we need to have a badge to get back to work. Without it, you're asking to be shot by poison arrows and chased by a giant boulder. True story.
So in the interest of my livelihood (and in the interest of actually earning money), I start sobbing. Uncontrollably. Pregnancy has me crying at everything, I'm not kidding. Luckily I had a sweet husband saying every wonderful thing he could. I eventually sucked it up, and decided to make the long drive back home to get my badge and that I'd simply work later to make up the hours I'd be missing.
Brad and I currently live with my parents, so when I walk in my dad--who had seen me barely an hour ago leaving the house--naturally asks why I'm back.
"I forgot my badge again," I say. (This is due to the fact that I already forgot it earlier this week. I know, I should just be put out of my misery and let the world move on!)
I begin looking and it's nowhere to be found. My mom comes down the stairs to help me in the search when she pauses and says, "Um... isn't that it around your neck?"
Um, yeah. It totally was.
I am a moron.
I then proceeded (in true emotional pregnant lady fashion) to sob my whole car ride back to Provo.
But it's totally funny now. What in the world are we going to do with me? I really hope this "pregnancy brain" thing is true, because otherwise I'm just an idiot all on my own and that would really suck!
My mom had awesome pregnancies. Never sick, never threw-up once, just went about as normal. Gained barely fifteen pounds. Being her daughter, I just sort of assumed that I would have a pregnancy somewhere along those lines. Yeah... apparently pregnancy isn't really a genetically passed down thing. Go figure.
Didn't know that I was pregnant.
So, you know. Normal.
Felt great at first.
Around week six I started to
get a little nauseated. Would
drink some water, and
feel better. Total breeze!
Not really throwing up ever,
just so nauseated I couldn't
even stand up.
On and off bouts of utter sickness,
this time with lots of throwing up.
(For example, in the Workforce
Services parking lot.)
This also includes me trying to throw-up
in a bag on our way to work...
but the bag had a hole.
Needless to say, we had to turn
around so I could change my pants.
Towards the very end the barfing wasn't
so crippling. Could barf like a boss
and just keep going with my day!
(about 23 weeks)
Bloating is bad.
It's become increasingly difficult
to get comfortable when lying down.
BUT NO BARFS.
Overall, Bradley has continued to prove that he was the best choice I ever made in my life. He consistently stayed up with me when I was crying because I felt so ill. Held my hair and rubbed my back as I barfed for the who-knows-what time, even though he can't stand the smell of vomit. Never batted an eye. He was always there and would drop anything to run in when I called his name from the bathroom. Would feed me whatever was the one thing that I felt that I could eat, even if it was Red Lobster.
He also let me lie in bed and watch Hoodwinked over and over and over again in a single day (for a total of six times) even though he can't stand that movie and had to listen to it on repeat the whole time. That's true love!
Overall, I'm just so happy. Even though I cry a lot more, pee a lot more, and have been face-to-face with the toilet bowl more times than I want to count, I am just SO happy. I love this little boy. We love this little boy. And we are so lucky to have been given the responsibility to raise him. We've wanted a little stinker since day one of marriage, and we feel so lucky to have gotten pregnant so quickly when we finally got the "okay" from our Heavenly Father.
I suppose that's one thing that does pass down through genetics--the Fertile Myrtle gene!
But really, even though pregnancy is slightly traumatic at times, it's also great. It's so great that it's easy to laugh at soaking your pants with vomit barely an hour after it happens. And literally just sobbing during Wreck-It Ralph. It's also great to have a husband who makes laughing at it so easy.
It all just makes me really happy that this kid is made up of half of Bradley.
Wow. 2012 is over? Holy mack! Where did that go, right?!
2012 was a pretty big year for us. Then again, so was 2011.
Today is mine and Bradley's year and a half anniversary.
Say wha--? We've been married almost two years? That's cray-cray! And yet, here we are. These last eighteen months have been fabulous, and there is the expectation that the next some-odd eighty years to be even better. Here's what's happened since the beginning, and what we hope to happen in 2013.
Bradley came home after a two-year absence.
He came with a mega-tan, white-blonde hair,
and a kiss. Oh, and a whole lot of nerd!
He proposed. In an airport.
Just like Peter Parker proposed to Mary Jane.
It also involved him pretending to need to poop.
Laughing was always a necessity in the perfect
proposal... and he nailed it!
Married in the Draper Utah Temple.
The start of it all!
Honeymoon in Disneyland.
FOR SEVEN DAYS.
It was fantabulous.
Bought our first car.
It was only too appropriate that
we got a Dodge Avenger.
(...in the car.)
First anniversary, OH-RAH.
Decided it was time to start trying
to have a baby.
Found out that we were pregnant!
(After I peed literally all over the stick.
Saw the baby for the first time.
Totally looked like a jelly bean.
So, instead of just Cousin It, we began calling it Jelly Bean.
Found out whether we were having a
Spider-Girl or Spider-Boy!
(And boy, were we happy!)
Wow, milestones, yo. And 2013 has us seeing a few more, CRAZY.
Both of us graduate with our bachelors.
On the exact same day.
At different schools.
Yeah, we're not sure how that's going to work.
Our first child is BORN!
And then... basically the rest of the year has our hopes for finding Brad's very first career-based job.