How I Feel.

Naturally, I have a secret.

Don't get me wrong--I LOVE medicine. I have no personal beef against it. In fact, I have been known to down a few legal drugs in my time so when the "epidural" question presented itself, I knew exactly where I stood. I gave an emphatic "oh yeah!" to everyone who dared asked me if I was going to get one.

Then, out of nowhere, I started feeling differently. A lot differently. I don't know where it came from, but I have decided to have an unmedicated birth. You may be thinking, she's nuts. Or she'll get one once she starts feeling the pain. I know you're thinking this because I have thought this too. I feel unprepared, nervous, scared, and excited at the same time. Mostly nervous, though. I've started to read alot and go to classes, but I feel that nothing can really prepare me for this. Has anyone out there had unmedicated births and want to give me some help?

Unfortunately, I've heard a lot of negativity toward my decision and I'd appreciate only positive comments because I am already feeling a little overwelmed. I only have 7 weeks left! Only 7 more weeks to get ready for the best and hardest part of my life. I luckily have the BEST labor partner ever. Chad is so incredibly positive and I know will be my strength when the going gets tough and I am regretting my decision.

Since my secret is out in the open (well, as open as a blog can get), I feel like I can't change my mind or back out which is good. I've let my secret out and there's no going back. I now just need to surround myself with education and positivity towards the subject. Yay! I am actually really excited for this new adventure. I've already thought about my birthing plan and what I want for my birth experience.

Wish me luck and please let me know if you have any fabulous advice for the new mommy-to-be!

Fall in Utah

Chad and I decided since we won't be in Utah to visit his family for Thanksgiving or Christmas this year, we'd fly out for Fall Break. It was gorgeous weather! We stayed in Logan to see my sister and her kids for a couple days then went to SLC to visit friends. We made it to Orem and spent the rest of the time at Chad's family's house. The trip was made complete with the annual Halloween party! Thanks for the good times!

Jill, Me, and Kristie at Su Casa

Chad and baby Aiden

Metz clan all decked out for Halloween!

Chad and I at a REAL Salt Lake soccer game

27 weeks preggo, baby!

Make-A-Wish & Grouting

September was a good month! My dad came out and helped us with some house projects. It reminded me of when I was a teen doing projects, yard work, and chores with him growing up. Good times and great memories! Back then I remember my shirts fitting. haha.

We spent more time in Home Depot then in our house but in the end we got a lot of needed house projects done.

I also granted two more wishes for Make-A-Wish during the month of September. It feels so good to be on the lighter and happier side of working with kids.

That reminds me being a sunbeam teacher is the best. Katie and I teach six amazing little ones. We will miss them while we are in Utah.

We can't wait to hang with friends and family this week. We are especially looking forward to seeing the Alleman's new home, the Reece Halloween party, baby Aiden, Tucano's with the Whitakers, and Katie's first live session at SLC Temple. If my mom has anything to do with how the trip turns out, I'm sure the trip will be AllFall!!!

Swishes and Flutters and...Kicks? Oh My!

About 2 weeks ago I was sitting on the couch feeling my stomach rumble like the hungry tummy it usually is. The problem was, I wasn't hungry. I had just ate and this rumbly thing had kinda happened a lot for the past couple of days. This is weird, I thought. It eventually dawned on me that this wasn't the usual butterfly flutters I've felt when our baby has moved around. These were real life KICKS! I put my hand to my stomach and sure enough I felt a slight jab. "Whoa! Chad check this out!" Is what I said. And he did. He put his hand to my tummy and felt the little guy kick around, too. It was a little freaky at first, I'll admit. My sister lovingly put it, "kinda like a vampire is trying to eat its way free"...yeah, something like that. :) But now that I've gotten used to it, I love it. I love when he starts to kick my belly in the middle of the day at Parent Teacher Conferences. I know I won't love it in a couple of months when he's grown, but I love it now. It's just a gentle little reminder like he's saying, "Hey, mom. I'm still in here!" And don't worry, baby. I'm still here, too.