Stuff is Now, Definitely Going On

Well... it's finally happened.  Yep.  I'm Pregnant.

I smell everything (not that that's unusual, anyway)... most of the time it's horrid, but occasionally it's glorious--like cherry tea.  Cherry tea is glorious.
At least I get a baby out of it this time.
Honestly, I feel like the most blessed person in the whole world.  I have been completely swept off my feet by the reverence and importance with which my husband regards parenthood.
Just a blurb about the beginning-ish:
He took me to the temple in Idaho Falls, same place where he formally asked me to marry him (he was so nervous that night, it was the cutest thing EVER), and proposed that we for real have a baby (we had been talking about it but not actually trying for real).  Then we celebrated by eating out at Barnes and Noble... I know, not the kind of place you would think to eat out, but it has a cute, European-style cafe that we love, and he was so excited--I just got a glimpse of what it will be like to have children with him, and it makes me weep tears of gratitude.

I also fell in love with him all over again when I saw how disappointed he was that I didn't get pregnant immediately after we decided to have a baby--it's adorable how optimistic he was!  And I mean that in a completely endearing way.  And I love how he's a stickler for making me take my pills.  It's sweet.

Anyway, Anton is convinced we're having a boy (who will be named Andre--a girl, we would name Katya).  He says he's the one who gets to pick the sex of the baby and he already picked boy... hehe.

Okay, so when I really think about it, Anton's being a nazi about pretty much everything... even how I'm going to have the baby, but I don't really mind, because I'm just happy to have a baby at all.

P.S. I am now a full-time teacher at the EICAP Head Start program.  I have my own assistant and everything!  They are a very impressive program--I'd send my kids there.  I feel so professional and legitimate.

Not Much Goin' On Here

I've been dying to cut my hair lately.  Every time I feel like I need to, I go through all the reasons I shouldn't:

     1. My hair has never really looked as good short as it does long.

     2. If I hate it, it will take YEARS to get as long as I like again.

     3. I can't do anything with it when it's short.

     4. Anton will freak out if I cut it as short as I actually want to... and by freak out, I mean for real get mad.

     5. I've never let it grow past my butt, and wouldn't that be cool to see?

It's like I'm a recovering addict of cutting my own hair... is that a thing?  Anton says Mom warned him about this before we got married, but he didn't really understand until he witnessed me breaking down about it.

Well, I satisfied my hankering for change by rearranging my bedroom.  Anton said no, every time I suggested it, but I did it when he was gone and now he loves it.  :-)

Also, I'm not going out with a bang with the afterschool kids because they decided to hire me for real.  Which means I get paid for something, finally.  AND this is the highest paying job I've ever had!  The degree pays off!  Or working for a government-funded school program pays off...
Did I mention I'm a graduate?  Yay!

Anyway, I've decided laser eye surgery is in my somewhat-near future.  Contacts are incredibly irritating, so I usually wear my glasses, which seriously messes with my depth perception.  Like... I sometimes hit myself in the face when I open my car door (or any door, but the car door gives me the nastier bruises).  And run into walls (just the corners).  And miss steps when going up or down a stairway (but only when people are watching).

And because I'm usually wearing my glasses when these things happen, they're kind of bent up, so they fall off my face every time I look down (or run into something), which is where I'm usually looking because I'm trying not to trip.  It's a little frustrating.
I went to get them fixed so they would fit on my face again... the same day I got them back, I got whacked in the head by a cupboard door that came out of nowhere.