Tom and I had a little scare last night with the baby. I was walking down the stairs at the temple after finishing a session (there wasn't anyone around me) and slipped on my dress. I fell back on my already sore tailbone and slid down a few stairs. It's funny now to think about it, but at the time I just wanted to cry. I must have made a ruckus because a temple worker that had been sitting upstairs peeked over to make sure I was okay and another temple worker from around the corner came upstairs to see what had happened. I assured everyone that I was okay and it happens when you're pregnant. The guy was so nice, he put his arm out for me to grab a hold of. I then went into the dressing room and started to put my clothing away when two temple workers came up to me to make sure I was okay. I guess the guy had told these women what had happened and they were extra concerned because I was pregnant. They were worried about the baby being hurt and asked if they could call someone for me. I assured them I was fine even though I was trying not to cry because my tailbone hurt so bad. I went to my locker, changed and then went to use the bathroom. It was then that I realized that my underwear was very wet and it was not urine. I was so worried that my water had broken when I fell that I could barely think straight. I got out to the car and called the doctor's office where I had to leave a message because it was after hours. I talked to Tom and told him what had happened and that I was worried about the baby to which he reassured me that everything was probably fine. I got home and still hadn't heard back from the on-call doctor so we decided it would be best to go to the hospital and get checked out. We hadn't even gotten on the freeway when the doctor called and said that if my water had broken, it would have been a huge gush because I am only 33 weeks. She said to watch closely for an hour and if there was anymore fluid, to go in and be checked, otherwise not to worry about it. Fortunately, there ended up not being anymore fluid and the baby was moving around a lot last night. Well, the baby is fine obviously or all of you would have gotten a phone call last night. All I have is a bruised butt cheek, thigh and now my tailbone hurts so bad when I stand up, that my eyes water. I had a doctor's appointment today and everything checked out. The little stinker is still breech, so hopefully she will flip around in the next few weeks and stay there. I guess I have gained too much weight though because today I sat on the toilet seat lid to talk to Tom while he was in the bathtub and it cracked. Slightly depressing, but funny.
Someone at the store yesterday asked me how much longer I had and when I said 2 1/2 weeks, it was a little shocking! It's not very long! I can't help 
but be excited when I think of dressing her in cute little outfits. Thanks to Laura for passing on her obsession of owls. I found this shirt at Target and the other picture is what's on some pj's I found at Old Navy.
I went to my sister's Super Saturday today and made this cute vinyl board. They had the mission president's wife come speak and it was awesome! She had an abusive father and her first husband was abusive, so she talked about how important we are as daughters of God and how we should make sure our husbands and children are treating us as such. She was very adamant about children talking to their mothers with respect. I'm so glad I have a wonderful husband that was raised by a such a great dad who taught him how to be respectful to women. She also made mention of something she wished she had done while her kids were growing up and that was she would shut her bedroom door when she prayed instead of leaving it open. Her point was how important it is for our children to see us praying. The other point that hit me strongly is that a husband and wife have to put in 100% not just 50/50 and how important it is for us to put our husbands first and then our children. She said that you can't make it to the celestial kingdom with just your kids, you have to have your husband and vice versa. It's funny how I knew that but never thought of it like that. I guess I just always assumed that we would put our kids first. I wish I could have recorded her talk. I love it when I feel so spiritually fed!
Unlike my weird sister-in-law, Erin, I do not like being pregnant. It's not quite the party that I thought it was going to be. In some ways I wish I could stay pregnant so that I don't have to go through childbirth and worry about my baby even more. But then I can't wait to hold her in my arms and finally be able to bend over or sit without being in pain. I should just be glad that I only have to be pregnant for nine months instead of two years like elephants! (FYI-I am not convinced that I have a pregnant glow, I think it's from sweating all the time because it's so stinkin' hot!)
HAPPY 40TH BIRTHDAY LAURA!! We love you and are so grateful to have you as the oldest and wisest sister! (You can thank Liz for the cute picture, I stole it off of her blog.)
