Life for the past month

Today my little man, Oliver, is one month. I can't believe how fast time flies and yet it seems longer than a month that he came into our little family. I have enjoyed the one month that he has been with us so far. I am looking forward to many more delightful and sleepless nights with this adorable baby.

He has gotten heavier and a little chunkier. He likes to pee on me after I have changed his diaper. I have never done this much laundry in my life! I am always washing his blankets and my clothes. I know it isn't going to end anytime soon so I just think of his pee as his way of telling me that he loves me. haha
He recently has learned that mommy will give into his grunts and other little noises at night when we are trying to sleep. He won't sleep in his crib. Oliver likes to sleep on my chest and that is the only way I can get two- three hours of sleep at a time. When it is daddy's turn, Oliver straightens right up. He will sleep on his own for the same amount of time. I think he is scared of Quentin or just knows who is in charge. I'm trying to learn from Quentin, I have only succeeded twice. He is just so cute and it is hard to ignore or deny him.
I JUST HAVE TO HOLD HIM!!!
I love it when he sleeps and he makes all kinds of faces. My favorite is when he smiles. My next favorite is when he purses his lips together and raises his eyebrows. He takes forever to wake up. He has to stretch, move his head side to side, make all kinds of noises, and then he slowly opens his eyes and looks around. Oliver is like Quentin when it comes to waking up, takes forever and you shouldn't disturb them or they will just go back to sleep. Oliver is like me in that when we are sleeping, we are in deep sleep. We can sleep though anything.

Oliver likes riding in the car, in fact he loves it. He falls asleep instantly. Last night when Q and I went shopping Oliver cried and cried on our way to the store. It was the worse cry I have heard him yelp! He wouldn't fall asleep and his cry was breaking my heart. I wanted to help him but I couldn't because he just wanted to be held. It almost made me cry. I felt bad the rest of the night, I thought I was a bad mommy. I held him most of the night and I figured he forgave me.

Oliver has very strong muscles. He can hold his head up for a couple minutes. He likes to use his leg muscles and kick my stomach. His hand grip is firm and tight. He is a strong little boy. He likes to move around a lot which is funny because he moved around all the time when he was in the womb. I am glad that I have a strong and healthy baby boy.

Quentin and I are very proud parents. We are so grateful that Oliver is ours and that he is in our lives. There have been a lot of changes but we like the changes. We are happy that Heavenly Father chose us to be Oliver's parents and we pray every night that God will teach us how to be good parents. It is hard being a mom but the most awarding thing. I love being a mom. At first it was frustrating and I would cry but I am getting the hang of it. My life is definitely for the better. The only thing I worry about is handling more than one kid. I don't know if I can do it. I am sure we will have more kids but that is later down the road. I am enjoying my time with Oliver right now. He has brought so much joy and happiness into our little family.

Here are some pictures of little Oliver:

This is Oliver hanging out with daddy.

Oliver says, "Wats up dawg?"

Again, this is Oliver hanging out with daddy.

This is Oliver's thinking pose.

This is how Oliver sleeps most of the time, with his arms out by his head.

This is Oliver after his bath in his hooded towel. Isn't he adorable?

I love starring into his dark blue eyes. It is like he can see through me and still loves all of me. 

OH! And he finally lost his thick cord on Thanksgiving Day. 

My family came to visit for their Thanksgiving break and met Oliver. My mom is a proud grandma and my siblings love being aunts and uncles. 

My mom did a little family photo shoot of. Thank you momma!

Me and my little man.

I am so in love with this kid.

My happy little family!

My two happy boys.

The Lion King pose.

Quentin is a proud father.

Proud grandma!

Life is really good right now. I love being a mom and starting a family. Quentin and I talk at night about how we are going to raise our kids and how to discipline them. We talk about how we are going to spend time with the kids and more importantly each other. Quentin and I talk about everything that is going to come to pass. I am glad that Quentin is my husband and the father of our children. He is my best friend and I am glad to have him in my life. He is very helpful, thoughtful, loving, gentle, and  honest. I don't think I could raise a kid on my own and I don't think I can live life without Quentin and now Oliver. I love my life and I am grateful Heavenly Father blesses me with such goodness.

Trick O' Treat!

It all started on the eve of Halloween where I felt the pain of real contractions. I went to bed around 9:30 that night and just couldn't fall asleep because my stomach was aching. As time went on that night my pain kept getting stronger and I was moaning and groaning. I tried not to wake Quentin up and I somewhat succeeded. Before we went to bed he suggested that I call the doctor and ask him what is wrong with me but I said that I would be okay. Well, I wasn't feeling too okay in the morning. My pain continued and I realized that they might be contractions. I told Quentin and he was asked me what he can do to distract my mind from the pain. I told him there really wasn't anything he could do. He went and got UNO for us to play. It did help somewhat. Afternoon came and I was still having these contractions not knowing they were serious. Quentin finally convinced me that we should talk to the doctor. So he texted him and the doctor said to come into the office to see how strong my contractions were. We got dressed and drove to the office.

I get into a room and the doctor comes in, checks to see if I was dilated or not. His face got all serious and said that I was in labor and that my cervix or uterus or something (I forgot) is paper thin and that we need to go to the hospital now. He said that my labor wasn't progressing because the baby was breach. I got a little nervous. We made our way to the hospital, checked in, and met the doctor in the labor and delivery area. I was assigned a room, got dressed in the robe the hospital makes you wear, and then was flooded with nurses. They were dressed up as the cast of Peter Pan for Halloween. That made me laugh a little and feel less nervous. I was laying in bed having one nurse stick me with an IV, another nurse asking me a bunch of questions, and another nurse getting things ready for the doctors. I was distracted from my pain because I had to answer a bunch of  questions AND I was getting poked at and that hurt.
My doctor comes into the room with another  doctor. They did an ultrasound on my stomach to see what they needed to do and then poured a bunch of cold greasy stuff on my stomach. They talked to each other, coordinating what to do and then they started pushing on my stomach trying to turn the baby around so it's head would be pointing downward and I could push it out. Man, I tell you what! That was the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life! I would not want to go through that again! But I did. They had to do it twice more because the first time they didn't succeed. I cried and cried and the nurses were massaging my legs and telling me that I was doing good and that it would be over soon. I was thinking, "HA! Not soon enough!"  Quentin was there the whole time kissing my forehead and holding my hand. I am grateful that he was there to calm me down a little.They decided that the cord was probably around my baby's neck and that is why they couldn't turn the baby around. So I had two options. 1.) Have the baby breach and have serious risks to both the baby and me or 2.) Have a Cesarean birth for the baby. The C-section had less risks and I looked at Quentin. We decided to have the Cesarean.
So they made preparations while I got to be with Quentin for a little bit. I told him that I really didn't want to have a C-section and he said that he knows but it is the only way now and that it is going to happen. I was crying still because of the left over pain and because I was nervous and scared to have surgery.
I had to sign a couple papers saying that I agreed to have the surgery and to have a spinal tap.
They push my bed over to the surgery room and right when my bed entered the surgery room I got SUPER scared. Quentin had to wait outside while they numb me and prepare their equipment and stuff. The room was really cold and bright. They got me some warm blankets because I was shaking really bad. They sat me up and gave me the spinal tap to make me numb from the chest down. They had to try a couple times because I am a small person and they couldn't find the place they needed to stick me. It didn't hurt when they stuck the needle in. It did feel weird though to feel the numbing medicine go through and work immediately. They laid me down and said that the dad could come in. They put a sheet covering in front of me so I wouldn't see them cutting me open and my guts being outside of my body. They asked us if it was a boy or girl and we told them we didn't know. They got all excited and shouted, "A surprise baby! We love those! We don't get many of those." I am glad that I made them happy...
They asked me if I could feel anything and I said no but that I know that they are touching me. One of the surgery people took a Popsicle stick and broke it in half then stabbed my shoulder with it. She told me to remember what that felt like and then she proceeded to stab my belly and legs. I told that I couldn't feel the same stabbing pain but I knew that she was stabbing me. She told the doctors that I was reading to be operated on. Quentin was standing next to me, smiling. The anesthesiologist provided a chair for Quentin just in case he got queasy. I then hear one of the doctors say, "Okay, lets start cutting." I look at Quentin and thought to myself, "I really didn't need to hear them say that."  I guess Quentin knew what I was thinking and then started talking to me to distract my mind. A nurse lady talked to me too. Quentin watched the whole operation and didn't even look like he was getting sick. I think he enjoyed looking at me getting manhandled. I was very proud of him.
After about seven, eight minutes I hear a baby crying and then everyone rushing to get it and clean it up. They then called out that it was a boy! I thought, "YAY! I got a boy! Now can I please see my baby?!" They brought him over so that I could see him. Quentin had to hold him because I was strapped down and still shaking. One of the ladies there asked us if we had a name and I said that we chose Oliver Niel. They then said that they like the name Oliver.

I was overwhelmed with joy and I couldn't take my eyes off of Oliver. Quentin's face was filled with happiness and joy also. They told us that Oliver weighed 6 pounds and was 19 inches long and that he was born around 4:30 in the afternoon. Then they had to put me back together and Quentin followed Oliver to the nursery.  I'm glad the doctors didn't really talk while they were putting my guts back inside of me. I could feel them tugging at me fiercely but was grateful that I couldn't feel the real pain that it would have been. After the doctors were done I was transferred to another bed and I laughed a little inside because they had to move me to the other bed because I was numb. I am sorry if I broke someone's back because I weighed so much. Okay, I didn't weigh that much.
I was then transferred to a room where I would be for the remainder of my stay at the hospital. The nurses that were assigned to me this time weren't as much fun as the first ones I had. After a while Quentin and Oliver entered my room where we got to be alone for a little while. I couldn't eat anything but they said that I could drink water. And man did I drink like crazy! Quentin spent the night there and then left in the morning to go to work. We didn't get much sleep that night because nurses kept coming in and checking up on me and stuff.  I got to spend the entire day with Oliver. I swear, I could not take my eyes off of him, he looked so peaceful, quite, and so handsome. A lactation lady came in and taught me how to breastfeed him. Nurses kept coming in and interrupting my time with Oliver and also whenever Quentin came to visit. One of the days that I stayed there Quentin's boss and coworker came to visit me and Oliver and gave us congrats.

Thursday(the day after Halloween) the nurses told me to take a shower and to remove the "marshmallow" bandage off of my incision. I obeyed them. After my shower I started feeling like I was going to faint and so I sat down on the toilet and pulled a red cord sending a signal to the nurses that I wasn't okay. They rushed in and asked Quentin if I was alright and he didn't have a clue what was going on. They came into the bathroom and started helping me come back. They were spraying this stuff that smelled awful but it made me conscious. They then asked me my name and the name of my newborn child. Two nurses helped me into a wheelchair and I was carried into my bed. They gave me water and then asked me if I was alright. I said yes and then they left the room. Quentin looked at me with concern. I told him what happened and said that next time my shower will be a quick one so the heat doesn't effect me too much. That was pretty much all the excitement that happened.

I stayed at the hospital for three days. I left on Friday. It took us about three hours to be discharged because they had to look at the baby and "teach" me things. The things they taught me were pretty much common sense and I couldn't believe that some people are that dumb. Quentin packed our things up and I got dressed in my normal clothes. It hurt to wear them because it pushed up against my incision. They then brought Oliver in and told Quentin and I that he lost 10% of his birth weight and that he has some jaundice. They told me that my milk wasn't enough for him and that after I breastfeed him that I should feed him formula to top off his feeding time to satisfy him. Quentin and I really didn't want to feed our child formula but decided that it might be best for him so he could get better. A nurse wheel chaired me out while Quentin carried Oliver in his car seat out of the hospital. The nurse told me to take it easy for two weeks and then to not do anything extreme for three months. She told Quentin to treat me like the Queen of Sheba and to help me out as much as possible. The car ride was bumpy and it kind of hurt me. It felt so good to be home and to not be interrupted by a bunch of nurses. It was good to just sit down and sit with my beautiful baby boy and husband.

Its funny, Quentin and I teased about having a Halloween baby and look at what we got. A Halloween baby! I wonder how his birthday parties are going to turn out. Just so you know, Halloween is my favorite holiday so I will be having lots of fun with Oliver's birthday. It feels so good to be a mommy even though it is a lot of work. But it is work that I don't mind doing. Oliver is such a blessing in our lives and now that he is here, I don't know how we lived without him. He completes our family. I love getting to know his little spirit and to be with him all day and all night. I like having "skin to skin" time with him because he gets to listen to my heart and he somehow comforts me when he is laying on my chest. I love his smile and the little things that he does with his lips. I love it when he is awake and I get to see his beautiful observant eyes. His little cries are adorable. I love it when is tiny hand is wrapped around my finger.I love watching him breathe. I like singing church songs to him and I think he enjoys it too. Oliver jumps at everything even his own hiccups which is super cute. He drowns in most of his newborn clothes, I think he is more a premature size. He is such a good baby! He only cries when he is hungry or when he is trying to poop something serious. He lets us sleep up to three hours at a time during the night. I am so in love with this kid! I can't really explain how I feel. It is just amazing!

Quentin is doing well. He is being such a good daddy and husband. He literally helps me with everything. He gets the cereal down for me so I don't have to stretch and open my wound up. He helps me walk to the bedroom. He changes a bunch of Oliver's diapers. Quentin reads to Oliver and me. He holds Oliver when my arms get tired of nursing him. Quentin is such a big help and I am glad that I have him as my husband. Quentin is so sweet around Oliver. He will be talking to him and I will interrupt thinking he is talking to me and he will tell me that I am not a part of this conversation. It makes me laugh. I love seeing my two boys together. I am grateful to have Quentin around that he works at home. I don't know if I could do it by myself.  I love my life right now! God has blessed me abundantly. I keep thinking life can't get any better but it keeps getting better.

We went to the doctor's office to have a well baby check and the doctor said that he has gained his weight back and more. He is now 6 pounds 1 ounce and his jaundice is mostly gone. He is a healthy baby. I am grateful to have a healthy child and that I don't have to worry about him and his weight.

Here are some pictures:

Daddy wearing his "Halloween" costume outside of the surgery room.

Sweet sweet Oliver

Our first family photo. I look drugged. I have a temperature sticker on my forehead.

Oliver with his eyes wide open for the first time.

My two men taking a nap.

Having some Father and son time.

Isn't that the cutest little ear you ever did see?

Tried to get his smile but I was a little to late. He is kind of smiling.

This is his serious face he makes when he is sleeping. It is so cute.

I certainly got a treat on Halloween. I bought a lot of candy to give out to trick o' treaters but I was in the hospital. So now I have all this candy and I can't return it. That was the only downside to being in the hospital. I almost wanted Quentin to leave me and to go home and give out candy to little kids, but I wanted him at the hospital with me. I guess I will have to eat all this candy. I wonder how long it will take me and Quentin...

Closer to the due date!

Yesterday Quentin and I went to the hospital to preregister me for when I go into labor and the baby actually comes out. Their system was down so the lady at the desk asked us if we wanted a tour of how it will be when it comes time. We thought it would be nice so we went on a little tour.
We first visited the delivery rooms. They were much smaller than I expected. I was imagining something from those televisions shows where they are in a huge room with all their equipment around them. These rooms were small and had a bed for the mother, a place to put the baby when it is born and then cabinets and a t.v. in the corner. My first thought was, "Are these rooms sound proof?" They probably aren't but I am sure when I am pushing that I won't mind other people hearing me screaming and yelling. Hopefully I don't cuss because my doctor said that some of the mothers he has delivered have said some words.

Anyway, so we looked at those rooms including the c-section room and then we went around a corner to a little food area. The nurses call it, "The Daddy Station", I laughed and thought that was nice of them to do that. Our tour guide showed us what they serve and as I was looking at all the food I thought, "Quentin can't even eat this stuff! It all has gluten! Guess we will have to bring our own snacks." And just as I was thinking that the nurse lady also our tour guide told us that the dads get one free meal from the hospital but we could bring our own food if we wanted to. She said that most people don't know that they can bring outside food into the hospital. PFFT! I knew that! I do my reading ladies and gentlemen! And I have already planned to bring our own snacks.

So that was the delivery area. We went onto the "Mother's Unit". That is where the mother and the baby stay afterwards. The nurse said that the baby will always be with me unless they have to do some major test on him or something so that was comforting to me. If no one is visiting me, my baby will take a hearing test six hours after it is born. It will also be weighed and measured in another room separate from where we will be stationed. I thought they did that in the delivery room but I guess not.

That was the end of our tour. We went back to the front desk to see if their system was back on and it wasn't. She gave me a patient form that was on paper and had me fill that out and she said that when the system is back on that she will put in my information. On the form it asked me for my maiden name and I was stumped for a couple seconds but then I remembered that it is Rowan. I really love my new last name! I guess I love it so much that I have deleted my previous last name. Interesting.

The hospital also has a nursing store where they sell nursing bras, bottles and all the bottle's supplies, and a breastfeeding pillow. It will probably be expensive. Quentin and I found a place in town called, "Mommy and Me", they have some really nice stuff for real cheap. We were shocked at how cheap their stuff was. I found a nursing pillow for ten dollars! Awesome!

After that whole tour I am even more excited to be a mom and to have a baby. I can't wait till Emma or Oliver is here! (I hope it is a girl). Quentin and I are going to be AMAZING parents! By the time they are five, they will know how to make a pound cake and put together a computer and fix viruses. They will be our pride and joy! OH! I am thirty three weeks now! SEVEN MORE WEEKS TILL SHE COMES!!!! Can I get a woot woot?! I am just over whelmed with joy and excitement! Quentin is excited too but he doesn't show it as often or as loud as I do. But I know that he can't wait to be a dad. I think he is going to be a fantastic father! He says that he is going to spoil our "IF" little girl, take her out on a date and give her ice cream. Such a sweet picture isn't it!? I might get a little jealous. Just kidding! I am making a diaper bag and I am so proud of myself! I have the outside of it done and I am working on the inside now. I guess I will write a post about it later and show y'all pictures. I'll think about it.

There's a first for everything!

WOOT WOOT! I have accomplished something in this life. A couple weeks ago I noticed Q's hair was getting really long and that it needed to be cut. I told him my discovery and he agreed and that we should set up an appointment to get his hair cut. A week went by and we never called.
I jokingly gave a suggestion that I could cut it. He didn't pick up on that I guess and said, "OK!"
Now I was in big trouble because I have never cut hair before. I remember my mom teaching me how to cut baby hair but that was like what? FIVE YEARS AGO!? I decided to look at YouTube videos to get me going and to have some confidence when I started cutting his hair. I found one video that really helped me understand what I was suppose to do. I watched that video like ten times.

We went to Wal- Mart to buy some supplies. We bought barber scissors, a cape, a spritz bottle, and a comb. We get home and Quentin went to take a shower so his hair could be clean, wet, and ready to go. *Gulp* Time to cut his hair. I stood there combing his hair for like five minutes trying to build up the confidence to actually CUT his hair. I didn't want to mess up or for him to be bald. I finally just snipped some hair and I got a little excited. So I kept going and was having fun. I was gaining confidence as I went along. I forgot how long it took me to cut his hair but it took a long while.

I got a mirror so he could check out his short hair cut by his awesome wife. He had some spots where he wanted it shorter and he told me how to cut the hair around his ears. So I did what he requested and had him look at it again. He approved. I just have to say that I did better than the old lady who cut his hair last. I feel accomplished :)

Here are the before and after pictures. Yes, he likes to make faces. I think he just crazy and I love him.

Yes I took the before pictures of his hair. Sorry about that. But you get an idea of how long it was.

He has a tail in the back! EW!

Precious and wonderfully short. He looks better with short hair.

Look at his profile, isn't he cute!? I think so! OH! And no more tail in the back.

I might be cutting his hair for now on which is fine with me because it gives me experience for when our kids need a haircut. I need to learn how to cut my hair so I can cut my girls hair. I should have been a hair dresser, I think I did a pretty good job for my first time. 

Q's 29th Birthday!

This year, I got to celebrate a first birthday with my husband. He turned twenty nine on June 18th but still looks like he is nineteen or twenty. I hope our kids get that gene.

I woke up that morning really early! Like at five! I had to wake up that early because Quentin gets up before I do and I wanted to surprise him for his birthday. I decorated our living room with streamers, balloons, and a sign that said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". I also put streamers on our hallway entry way so you can walk through them and feel awesome!
 Me being pregnant, it took a while to decorate our small living area.  It was a lot of moving around. I am also short so I had to stand on a chair to hang the sign and the streamers. Blowing up the balloons took forever because I kept running out of air and it hurt my stomach. I also didn't like the smell of balloons so I almost up chucked.

I survived though! After the living room was decorated, the hallway filled with balloons, and his first present set beside his computer I went back to bed. When I woke up and entered the living room, my handsome husband turned around and gave me a huge smile. I knew that I did good when I saw him all happy. He told me that I didn't have to do that and that he has to think of something better to do for me when my birthday comes around.

Merritt came over in the early afternoon to drop off her present. She got him a really nice pastry cutter which he has been wanting for ages! He really likes it and uses often. She then left to go do something. Quentin had to worked on his birthday and I don't remember what I did that day. I think I was trying to look extra nice that day so I did my makeup all special and I think I wanted to curl my hair but I didn't because I didn't have enough energy to perform that task(ugh, the downfall of being pregnant). During his lunch break we played with the streamers that were attached to the ceiling fan. WE HAD A BLAST! Quentin took a couple of videos but they are on his phone. Hopefully I can get those and show them off.

That evening his second present came in the mail. I am so glad that it came on his birthday and not the day after! He opened up the package to find a new hoodie! *side note here: My husband is in love with hoodies!* He got a maroon colored hoodie. He tried it on and man does he look good. It also makes him look slim. He wore it for the rest of the night which made me happy.

Also for dinner we had his sister, Merritt, and her guy friend, Patrick, over. We had gluten free cheeseburger pie which was delicious! Afterwards we had a gluten free cake with ice cream. I will admit that I wasn't too fond of the cake and didn't finish my piece. But everyone else liked it and ate all of their pieces. I felt embarrassed and ashamed for not eating cake on my husband's birthday.

It was a good day though and I tried to make it a memorable birthday for Quentin. I had fun decorating and surprising him. I enjoyed seeing his face light up when he received presents. I hope he enjoyed his birthday!
Here are some pictures from that day:

This is Quentin showing off his cake.

Me lighting the candles with Eco green matches. Quentin is making that face because those matches STINK!

Quentin blowing out his candles after we sang Happy Birthday to him. 

                                                        Thank you Merritt for the pictures.

One down and Eternity to go!

Woot Woot! Yesterday was Quentin and I's first anniversary. I have been planning for that day for like a month! We had made plans for him to take the day off, go to my doctor's appointment, then go to the Idaho Falls temple( since the Rexburg one is closed for cleaning), then after that go buy our favorite chocolates, and reenact our first date. Those were the plans. Welp...

The night before our anniversary Quentin stayed up all night working. I mean all night and all day! He didn't get to bed till 8 the next morning (our day) and that is when I woke up. But at least the dishes got done :)
He slept for an hour and then we got ready to my doctor's appointment. I had to drink this glucose drink which tasted like shaved ice syrup. This drink it a test to see what my sugar level is and if I have diabetes and if it will be passed onto the baby. At first it was yummy and then after a couple sips it got to sugary for me. But I drank all of it like I was suppose to. We get to the doctor and my usual nurse,Caitlyn, was out on maternity leave which is okay with me. I got an older nurse who didn't even look old! She was talking about her daughter being pregnant and that her grandchild is almost here and how she is so excited. This lady was too cute. I had to wait six minutes before they could draw my blood so she left and Quentin started working from his phone. UGH! My wonderful nurse lady comes back in and asked me if I get light headed when my blood is drawn. I told her sometimes. She put me on a chair that leans back and sticks the needle in. I DIDN'T EVEN FEEL HER PUT IT IN! I told her that and she smiled and said, "I've been doing this for a long time, I know what I am doing." I am glad she knows what she is doing. When it was time to take the needle out my blood started leaking everywhere and made a mess on the floor which I am embarrassed about. The nurse told me that I am gave blood generously. haha

She left to go test my blood. I could hear her talking to my doctor outside and they were talking for quite a while. I go nervous and scared that my sugar level was higher than 140 and that I would have to take more test to protect the baby. My doctor finally comes in and has this big smile on his face. That made me even more scared. I was trying to think what the doctor was thinking, "Okay, lets make a friendly gesture to make them feel comfortable and then I will tell them the bad news." He asked how we were doing, sat down and then told me that my number is 113 and that I am safe! WOOT WOOT!!! That was a big burden lifted off of me! I am way under 140 baby! He then checked the baby's heartbeat to make sure there aren't twins and that my baby is still alive. Which of course it is still alive she is twirling in my stomach every five minutes! He checked for swelling in my wrists and in my ankles. Doc told me that other pregnant woman would die to have my ankles because there is no swelling, just bone. He checked my how many centimeters my stomach is and I am one centimeter off of where I am suppose to be for week 27. He said it was fine but to eat a burger and milkshake.

It was a good doctor's visit. We left and went home. You want to know what we did? Hmmm? I made Quentin and I  fried eggs and bacon for breakfast/lunch then I took a nap and Quentin worked some more. Then when I woke up Quentin finished up work and then he took a nap. I forgot what I did while he was sleeping but I know a game of Solitaire was involved. He woke up and we went to Florence's to buy our favorite chocolates. We get there and they didn't have any more boxes of creme chocolates. We asked the lady and she told us that she doesn't prepackage them anymore because they just sit on the shelf and get all hard and nasty so when someone does want a pound of creme chocolates she hand picks them and wraps them. We got a pound and she gave us two extra chocolates which was very nice of her. We get home and immediately open them and feed each other chocolates. We didn't eat the whole box just a couple of chocolates. We tasted an almond creme(which was DELICIOUS!I think she put crack in there), a lemon creme, two chocolate cremes, and I think a maple creme. After we partook of the goodness we played Mancala  and Uno. We had good fun except that I lost like every game! I usually win but yesterday just wasn't my day I guess.

After we played those games, Quentin took another nap. I have to tell you that these naps aren't long, they lasted half an hour to forty five minutes. They were more like power naps for him since he didn't sleep at all the night before. I laid in bed with him because he asked me too. He got a little pouty when I told him that I wouldn't but he looked so cute so I did. I played games on my phone.

When he woke up we laid in bed for a while talking. We then got up and made dinner which was...Guess what it was!... IT WAS BURGERS AND MILKSHAKES! Just what the doctor ordered. haha It was yummy stuff. While it was cooking we talked about what we remembered from our wedding day. He said that he remembered we had to wake up super early. I laughed because that was the first thing he mentioned. I told him that I remember a bunch of people crying and his dad kissing my forehead and calling me his daughter. He also mentioned that he remembers his mom sitting behind him so he could see his face in the mirror. She told him that all he looked at was me with a huge grin on his face. I remember that too. It also rained a little bit on our wedding day.

Dinner was done cooking and I sat on the couch while he prepared the burgers. He then brings them over and I notice that they didn't have any pickles. I took the top slice of bread off one of the burgers and also noticed that he didn't put any mayonnaise, mustard, or pickles on them. It was just a piece of cheese on top of a burger but in between two slices of bread. I complained and then got up and finished making the burgers. Silly boy! We had chocolate milkshakes and mmm mmm MMM they were good!

After dinner was eaten we then played a couple games of League of Legends. We lost our first game and won our second. It was then time for bed. I was feeling so sore and my bones ached. I asked him for a full body massage and he did. I am grateful that he did because I slept sound that night. Emma didn't move around and keep me up. He said some very tender things to me before we fell asleep.

Even though our anniversary didn't go according to plan, it still turned out to be a wonderful day! I am glad that I married Quentin and that I have him to lean on and to fall back on when I am not strong. He is my anchor in this world and I don't know what my life would be like if I didn't have him in it. This has been a wonderful first year together and I am looking forward to many more with this man. We have eternity to go! I know that Quentin will always be there for me and that I can tell him anything without being afraid he will judge me. He is so tender, careful, loving, kind, watchful, and worthy of his priesthood. He makes me want to do so much in this world but I don't want to do anything without him. He makes me feel beautiful and confident. I love him so very much and I am glad that he is who our kids will call dad. Oh goodness, I'm starting to tear up a little. Okay that is my Que to go now. I love my husband and no other man will be able to replace him!

Oh and I have a baby bump picture but it is from like three weeks ago. But you get the idea of how big or actually small I am.

 

There I am! I think I am still that size. 

New life experiences

I just have to say that Quentin and I's nights laying in bed before going to sleep are hilarious. And this is what this post is about, another one of our discussions in bed before falling asleep.

Earlier this week, right before bed, I got this nasty feeling in my throat. It kind of hurt too and and I didn't like breathing at that point. I was pushing on my throat to see if the feeling would go away or move down but it didn't. I told Quentin that my throat hurt. He asked me to describe what it was that I was feeling. I described what I was feeling to him and he laughed.

He told me that I was feeling heart burn. And laughed again. I questioned him and said, "I thought heart burn was near your heart.?" He told me that the name is confusing but you feel it in your throat. I then said out in rage, "SO THE COMMERCIALS LIED TO ME?!"
He then laughed again (He does that a lot, he says that he is laughing because I am so cute and adorable, but I don't know).He told me to go chew some Tums because that would help with the acid. After I chewed some delicious and chalky Tums, I felt better.

The next morning we had a discussion about heart burn. I have to say that I honestly didn't know what heart burn was until Quentin told me. He says that he has never experienced it before but he knows what it is. He also eat Tums for fun, "because they taste good".This just goes to show you that you shouldn't watch television when you are young because you just ignore what they teach you in high school. Then when you actually hear the truth about it you feel dumb. I have never experienced heart burn either so I am assuming it comes with being pregnant.

And hey, you learn something new everyday, in this case, night!? I certainly did.

Baby stuff!

Baby Update!

I know that there are going to be a lot of these so get over it. It is what I think about everyday now.

This Friday I have a checkup at the doctors and I will 23 weeks this Saturday. YIPPEE! Halfway there!

While my family was visiting me and Quentin two weeks ago my mom gave us their crib that they used for two or three of her kids. So I got a free crib! Quentin and I went to Deseret Industries to donate some stuff that I didn't need anymore. Quentin suggested we go look and see if they have a car seat. We looked around and couldn't find one but instead found an outfit that we both like for a boy and an outfit for a girl. We decided to buy them both.

We get to the checkout lane and the cash registrar lady saw our purchases and told us that she has a lot of baby girl clothes that her child doesn't need anymore. She told us that a lot of the ladies in her ward are having boys. Chrisma (that is her name) asked us if we were interested in having them. I was thrilled at the idea of receiving free baby clothes so I said yes. She told us when she worked next. Yesterday we went to DI and picked up the clothes. She is such a wonderful person she was offering to give us her bassinet. 

I am grateful to have a lot of the baby's stuff checked off our list. We have the crib set up in her room along with her dresser. We have some clothes now to put in her dresser. It is so exciting setting up a room for a baby. I can't wait till she is in this world! haha I laid some of her clothes on her bed and Quentin goes in that room to open the window. I hear him laughing. He comes back out to the living room and just smiles. I was confused and said, "WHAT!?" He laughed and said, "You are so adorable! Laying her clothes out! Why do you have them out?" I said, "I just want to see them!" We both laughed. Is it so wrong to see cute baby girl clothes laid out? NO! 

Lately I have been feeling the baby move which is okay. She kicks me a lot and that is kind of painful. One night last week before bed she was kicking a lot and I grabbed Quentin's hand and put it on my belly so he could feel too. Immediately he felt her kick and he smiled. I looked down at my belly and then back at him and found that his eyes were tearing up. I laughed a little and asked if he was crying! He replied, "You get to feel her kick all the time! This is my first time!" I felt bad for laughing after he said that. It was a tender moment for him.

Now when Emma kicks, Quentin puts his hand on my belly and calms her down. It is amazing! He is going to be such a wonderful father. I might post a picture of my 23 week belly! People on Facebook have been asking me about it. We will see. 

Baby Talk

Here is an update on our sweet little baby!

I went and got my twenty week ultrasound and the baby is growing perfect and healthy! There aren't any problems and I am grateful for that. My first trimester was scary but the second trimester is going much better. I hardly have morning sickness and I am feeling much stronger each new day. I am go shopping by myself now, but I miss Quentin every time I go alone. He keeps me in check and to not over spend when I am hungry. I can walk around our apartment and do chores now. I still have to take an afternoon nap which is okay because those are fun. All in all, I am doing much better and thank y'all for your prayers.

When we went to the ultrasound the nurse lady asked us if we wanted to know the sex of the baby and we told her no because it is our first child and want it to be a surprise. She was so cute. She said, " Okay, I won't look at the sex and it will be a surprise for me too." During that appointment the baby wouldn't show us anyway if it was a boy or girl so it would have been difficult to see the sex. Quentin and I feel like it will be a girl so I am just going to refer to our baby as she :)

It was so exciting to see our baby. The doctor says she is four ounces right now. The nurse lady was taking measurements and it was kind of hard for her because our baby kept moving around. She is so active which I am okay with, that means when she is a toddler I will have to do a lot to keep up with her. The nurse got all the measurements she needed to. The baby has super long legs which is no surprise because her daddy is super tall, definitely didn't get those long legs from me.

Quentin and I got to see our baby yawn which was SUPER adorable. We got to see her tongue stick out. She kept having her hands over her head or around her ears. We saw her heart beating, her brain, kidneys, and other organs. This ultrasound made the whole pregnancy all the more real. And we are excited to have this child come to us. We want her here already.

Her due date is November 12th. So I will be deferring the Fall semester so I can have flexible time to take care of the new baby and not worry about school.

I have some pictures that the nurse printed off for us. I like looking at our baby and how cute she is. 

 This picture is of her face with her little hands on either side of her head. You can see her little nose and lips. 

This photo is of her adorable tiny feet. You can see all her toes. Her legs were crossed during the ultrasound.

I am starting to feel the baby move inside me when I wake up, get up to go to the bathroom and after. It is an interesting feeling to have something move inside you. I like feeling the baby, but I am sure I won't like it when I am in my third trimester. I constantly have to be around a bathroom because she is always pushing on my bladder. I still eat and snack a lot. 

Quentin is super cute with our baby. I will be laying down or sitting up and he will come over lay his head on my lap and talk to her. Sometimes he will touch his lips to my stomach and have "private" conversations with her. He whispers so I don't hear what he is saying to her. I get a little jealous sometimes but now I think it is super cute. Quentin talks about going on daddy daughter dates with her and spoiling her. He says he will take her out to ice cream. He can't wait to be a daddy. He will be a wonderful father.

We are super excited to be parents and can't wait for our daughter (or son) to be here.

Bump up ahead!

So as many of y'all have guessed from my last post.... I'M PREGNANT!!!

Quentin and I are very excited and want this precious child to be here already.
We want it to be a girl and Quentin says he has this feeling that it will be a girl. We have chosen a name for her but just in case it isn't a girl we have boy names for back up.

It is cute when we say our night prayers and it is Quentin's turn. He always mentions the baby and how happy he is that Heavenly Father is trusting us to be parents. He prays for the baby's health and that I will have strength. He says some other tender things but I can't remember them right now. Just know that Quentin is very excited and anxious! And his wish is coming true! He will be a dad before he turns thirty.

I have been feeling okay but at the same time horrible. My morning sickness is worse in the evening and my whole body hurts. In the morning I eat crackers and drink ginger ale. That usually helps me get through the day, I still eat of course. My cravings are Mexican food, ice cream, and salad! In the beginning I was eating a bunch of sugar and now I am eating a lot of healthy food.

It hurts to wear a bra and pants with a button. Merritt and I recently went to DI to go shopping and I found some comfortable prego pants. They look so weird but oh so nice to wear. I don't need shirts yet but the shirts I do have, you can see my fat belly now. I use to be so skinny, but I don't care because I am having a baby! My friend, Amanda, is always touching my belly and saying, "Hi baby!" She cracks me up.

I sleep a lot which is okay because I have nothing else to do. I am off track from school and am very bored! So I sleep, eat, do a little something, then go back to sleep. It is a new routine of mine. Last night, I feel asleep at six and woke up at eight. Quentin turns to me and says, "Can we eat dinner now? I am starving and have been waiting for you to wake up!" That is the only down side to me sleeping to much, Quentin has to wait to eat with me.

For those peeps of mine who have been pregnant, I could really use some advice, suggestions, anything! I am scared because this is all so new to me, but I am grateful to become a mother and am so excited for this baby to come in our lives. 

October 24th, 2012!!!

Late night discussions

For those of you who are friends with Quentin on Google Talk, I have to explain his status.
Those of you who are not Quentin's friends on Google Talk, his status is quoting me, "I thought you meant something serious, like cracker serious!"

On with the story now....

One late evening while tucking ourselves into bed, I found a cracker crumb in our bed.
I asked him how it got in the middle of the bed and he said that he didn't know.
( FYI I eat crackers and drink ginger ale in the morning before I get out of bed...I eat over the edge of the bed so the crumbs will fall to the floor,I will explain in a different post)
I didn't know how it got there either. Quentin suddenly jumped out of the blankets and leaned on his knees bending over his pillow. He said, "I think you need to understand something, if the ocean was this big, (holding his index finger and thumb up closely together, like when you are describing to someone how small something was), then my love for you is THIS BIG(stretching out his arms which obviously was bigger than the ocean)."

I smiled and then I said, "I thought you meant something serious!"
He got a little upset and said, "My love for you is serious!"
I then explained myself and replied, "I know your love for me is serious, I thought you meant something cracker serious!"

He then looked at me and started laughing and then I realized what I said was funny and stupid at the same time.
He then said that he was going to put that as his Google Talk status and I yelled, "NO!!!!".
Quentin then emailed himself to remind him to put it as his status in the morning.

I woke up and went over to Quentin who was already on his computer, we kissed.
I looked at his screen and saw that he was talking to Briar (his sister) and her comment was, "I like your status".
I then automatically looked at him and said, "You didn't! Quentin! Now people are going to know how weird I am."

He doesn't mind, but now that I look back, it is funny.

La la la STRANGER!

So I don't really remember how this story goes but I think it needs some kind of explanation to get to the part that I really want to share.

Last Wednesday or Thursday I came home from classes and saw Quentin playing games.
I was fine with it and went about doing some homework. Then I got distracted by his handsomeness and so I starting flirting with him. I rubbed his back, played with his hair( or what is left of it), and kissed him on the cheek.
I guess I distracted him too but he wasn't happy that I was ruining his game mode. I kept doing it for a couple minutes and then he just exited out of his game and started wrestling me. We started wrestling and then I pretended to punch him and make myself seem stronger. He went along with it and pretended that he was upset.
Quentin curled up into a ball and pretend cried. I then started to use my real strength to uncurl him and I would say things like, "I am sorry."......................WAIT!!!!!

I REMEMBER THE WHOLE STORY NOW AND WHY WE WERE WRESTLING!!!!
Okay, let me retell the story.....
Rewind:
Sometime last week Quentin and I were sitting on the couch just snuggling and enjoying ourselves. I actually think he stepped away from the computer to be with me. Isn't he tender? We snuggled for a while and then I touched his belly and told him that he is fat. He then pretended to be really upset and said that he wasn't fat. He then curled up in the fetal position on the couch and I tried to apologized and that I didn't really mean that he was fat. I tried to release his arms from his position to cuddle him but he is just too strong. That is when we started wrestling and ended up on the floor. He curled up into a ball and hid his face. I tried to make him see that I was really sorry and that he isn't fat. He whined and said, "But you said it. You said I was fat." I repeated myself and said that he isn't fat and just has a little bit of a belly.
I guess I got a little angry that he wouldn't let me apologize and let me cuddle him and comfort him. So I started to gently punch him( I call them love taps-I'm not really abusive) and then I just gave up and laid on top of him.
We were there for probably a couple of seconds when we heard our front door open. In my head I was thinking, what in the world is happening? I then looked over and saw a man with grocery bags in his hands and dusting his feet off from the snow. He was part way in the doorway when he looked up and said, "Oh, this isn't my apartment. Sorry." And then closed our door.
Quentin and I looked at each other and then busted out laughing. It was so hilarious. We laughed and laughed and we still laugh now when we tell the story to our friends.
I think this might be the funny story of our year. Probably not because a lot of funny things happen to us.

Will you be my Valentine?

I know this is like super late(about 14 days) but I am still going to write about my Valentine's Day!

I wake up every morning at 6:15 to take a shower and get ready for my classes. When I woke up on February 14th, I found a little box wrapped in red paper with white hearts on it. It was found on the bathroom counter because that is the first place I look every morning. I smiled and read what was on the top. It read( in very boyish handwriting), "Will you be mine?" I giggled inside.

So I took my shower and got ready for my classes and decided that I would do some of my Valentine plans. I put up a banner saying, "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY" across one of our living room walls. Then I hacked his computer and changed his desktop background picture to:



Then I went to go kiss my sleeping husband but he was already awake. We snuggled for a little bit and he asked me what my answer was. I didn't know what he was talking about so I said something along the lines, "It was very smooth of you to put that box there where I could see it. I knew that it was chocolates though, kinda obvious." I don't think he liked my answer because he asked me again what my answer was. I went on and said that I liked the wrapping paper. He then got a little rage in him and said, "Are you going to answer the question that I wrote on the box?" And then it clicked and he wanted to know if I was going to be his Valentine. I said yes and then we got back to snuggling. After a while I said goodbye and went off to my classes.

When I got home, Quentin turned around and smiled really big and gave me a huge hug! I asked him if he liked what I did and he said yes. I smiled and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. We then went back to our normal routine, me doing homework and him working. Around lunch time we took a break and went to Gandolfo's( an sandwich place) for lunch and then over to G Dairy's and bought an Oreo chocolate chip ice-cream pie. We arrived back home and ate the deliciousness.

After lunch I gave him a coupon book that I made him. By the way, that coupon book was hard to make and even harder to come up with things to put in it. There is one coupon that says, "This coupon is good for any favor you want to ask of me and I will do it willingly." He said that he would hold me to that "willingly" part.

We then went back to our duties for the day. Except I wasn't doing homework, I actually forgot what I was doing. But I settled down on the couch and asked Quentin if he could hand me my laptop. He didn't look at me and just handed my laptop. I found two white pieces of paper on it. I was confuzzled and then realized they were tickets! I looked for what show it was and saw that it was to the movie that I have been wanting to watch FOREVER!!! ook, not really forever but for a long time. He got me movie tickets to go see The Vow at 7:35. I screamed a little and kept saying, "Are you serious? Seriously we are going? You actually bought tickets?" He smiled a big smile and knew that he did good.
 Apparently it is based off a true story. It wasn't all what I thought it was going to be but I still enjoyed it.

All in all I had a really good Valentine's Day. I remember last years Valentine's Day that I had with Quentin, we weren't dating but we still gave each other gifts. He texted me the night before asking if I like chocolate and what kind of chocolate I like. The next day when I got home from my classes, walked into my room, I saw four chocolate bars on my pillow. I scream, did a little swirl, and went to Merritt and showed her. She was like yea I know I put them there. "He gave them to me to put in your room and I first had them under your pillow but then I realized you might squish them so I just put them on top of your pillow." I in return gave Quentin a Valentine cup with hearts all over it and put some candy inside.

That was a good day. Now that we are married we talked about that day and he tells me that he was super scared and didn't know what I would think. He didn't even know if I liked him so it was a huge step for him to give something to a girl that might possibly turn him down. I laugh! HAhahahaha.... ook that is kind of rude. But still it is funny because I have had this huge crush on him since JANUARY! All well, it all worked out for the best.

We will have many more great Valentine's :)

Fancy Pants?...

Wow, it has been a long while since I last blogged. Well no need to fear, I am writing one today!
I have many things to write about so I will just dive into it then....

Quentin and I have recently moved to a cheaper place and on the other side of Rexburg. We are further from campus, the grocery store, and his office but closer to the temple. Good thing we have a wonderful car to get us to these places. We like our new place. It is smaller than our old place but we have managed to make room for all of our stuff.
All the walls are white and we can't paint them so we have to put of pictures and other wall hangings to add color. We got rid of a couch because it wouldn't be able to fit anywhere in our apartment so now we only have two couches. Oh and the couch we got rid of was donated instead of put in a dumpster or on the side of the road. The floors are mostly tile which is easier I guess because we don't use the vacuum as much. At our old apartment we enjoyed the huge kitchen space, two sinks, and lots of cabinets. In our new apartment there is very limited space and so we have to cramp foods and dishes together. We also only have one sink which makes it hard to hand wash dishes. We tried to use the dish washer but it just doesn't do well with cleaning and making it sparkle.
The bathroom is huge. The managers said that it was a handicapped bathroom so there is a lot of open space and shelves. There are two bedrooms, one really small one and one really big one. We sleep in the "master" bedroom.
We are enjoying our new place and are happy that it is way cheaper! We can now start saving money to build our dream house! Haha.

I am in school this semester and I am loving it. I have declared my cluster which is kind of like a minor but less credits. I still need to declare my major. But my cluster is in Culinary Arts. I am taking a lot of food and nutrition classes right now. I get confused on my homework because I am basically learning the same things in each class just with an emphasis in different areas. So I get confused on what is due in which class. But I am managing. I am also taking a money management class. This past week I learned how advertising works and how to not become a victim of fraud advertising. I am taking a sewing construction class too and right now I am making a pillow case. I am so proud of myself. Our next assignment is going to be pajama pants. I have never sewed this much in my life. AND I LOVE IT!
I have good grades so far. In one of my classes online it shows that I have a fifty seven percent. I was kind of angry when I saw that and questioned why I have that grade. I have done all the homework, shown up to class on time, and I listen and focus in class. One day in class one of the other students raised their hand and asked why they have a low grade and then everyone was making noises and wondering that too. The teacher said, "That our grades are based on points and we start from the bottom up. So right now it might look like you have an F but really you don't. It will add up as the semester goes on and the points will accumulate."
So after I heard that I felt better about myself.
I am meeting a lot of new people and I like having new friends. I sometimes get bored of my old ones. No offence to anyone!
I am taking a Health and Wellness class. I have to write in a wellness journal in five aspects: physical, emotional, social, intellectual, and spiritual. I have to make small goals each day. I love doing this because it has so far made me more aware of what I do and don't do to reach the fullest of each wellness area.

Right now I am obsessed with three things.
I am obsessed with this website called Pinterest. At first I didn't know a thing about it and I heard a lot of people talking about it and how awesome it was. So I naturally had to figure out what they were talking about. I got online and entered their website. Low and behold, I am now one of those women talking about it nonstop and always accessing it to see their new favorites. Pinterest is like a pin board or a blog where it is accessible to everyone. They put stuff that they like on their and share with others. They have food recipes, old clothes ideas, quotes, and other nice things. I usually visit it before I do my homework. I am trying to get my husband into it. I am slowly.
My next obsession is this app that I have on my phone. Can anyone guess what it is? No, I didn't think y'all would. It is solitaire.  Funny huh? For some reason it is more fun to play it on my phone than on the computer. I play it ALL the time. I feel like I ignore Quentin sometimes because I am usually looking at my phone and not his eyes. I don't think I have offended him too much because he has installed the solitaire app too. So now we sit next to each other playing solitaire. I just looked at my stats and it says that I have won eighty six games and I have attempted five hundred and twenty games. I am just a little obsessed :)
My third obsession is my husband. Y'all should have guessed it. I am so in love with Quentin. I know I talk about him a lot but he is just so amazing that I have to talk about him. He and I have recently made goals to exercise and watch what we eat. We exercise every morning and every night before we eat. My body is sore but I feel better about myself and I can't wait to see the results of my body. Watching what I eat is hard. I noticed that I eat a lot of junk food and snacks. I have to watch what Quentin eats because he doesn't do it for himself.
I love setting goals with my husband and working through them together. It makes us a team. We also learn more about each other when we set goals. I love learning more about my husband. Each time I am always amazed with him. I am appreciating him more and more. His spirit is so powerful and strong and I find that attractive.  I am glad that he is a worthy priesthood holder and that I can ask him anytime for a blessing. I love going to the temple with him. I love snuggling next to him on the couch and falling asleep. Haha, I even like him carrying me to bed when I have fallen asleep on the couch. He is such an incredible man and I am grateful that he is mine. I think I am more obsessed with him than anything else.

La la la SPIDER!

This morning when I woke up I wasn't feeling too well. My stomach hurt and my body was ached. I took a shower thinking the hot water would make me feel better. I was in the shower for almost an hour and I still wasn't feeling any better. Quentin woke up finally and I told him that I didn't feel too well. He asked me if I wanted to go to church and I said yes. Ten minutes later I got really cold. The heat was on and I was still cold.
I asked Quentin if he was cold and he said that he was fine. He told me that I might be sick.
We ended up not going to church. I asked Quen if he would put lotion on my legs because they were ashy. As always, he agreed to put lotion on me. He started massaging the lotion into my feet and it felt so good. He then was singing and making up words to the tune of Adele's song, "Rolling in the Deep". I smiled and laughed and he kept going, I guess I was encouraging him.
This is what he sang to me....

I have you foot inside my hands

putting lotion oooon them

and you geeet a foot massage

and you like it, which is good.

I know that you are really cold

So after this massage, you can, you can, you can

You can put clothes on.

And then you will beee warm.

I thanked him for putting lotion on my feet and for serenading me with his beautiful song. 

After I put socks on my cold feet, he made me breakfast. Isn't he amazing?! He made me Sunday bacon, eggs, and buttered toast. I have to say that is the best breakfast I have had in a while! It all tasted so goood!

I am so grateful for a caring and loving husband to take care of me when I am sick.