The Bettners

It's been awhile.

2010-05-07T22:41:00.002-05:00

Life has been a bit distracting here at the Bettner house. Ok, that's a lie. I am just too wrapped up in stupid reads to write anything I would want to read. I am really only writing this because I know that no one reads my blog and alot of people get my facebook update so I can't share this on facebook. I guess I could but I would hate to
turn anyone off thier breakfast. If someone in the world actually DOES stumble upon this blog, it's thier own damn fault and I will not pity them.
I do, however, pity my butt. I have been fairly lucky so far in this pregnancy. I only threw up about 25 times as opposed to the twice daily of Eloises gestation. I have only one visible stretch make, I have only gained 15 pounds. (to be fair, I am the same weight I was at this point in my last pregnancy, I just happened to start this one even fatter than I started the last one). I am 32 weeks now and I don't feel so bad. Except my ass. I have this pregnancy's first official hemroid. I know there are some women who have been getting hemroids since thier childhoods. Hell, I'm related to some of them. I had never been graced with one until my last pregnancy. It is back...with a vengance.
In other news, apparently my husband was on a plane back from San Fran with MC Hammer. Somehow he met him and the hammer asked for Pauls card. That's right. My husband is going to be on the cover of D magazine in June AND MC Hammer wanted his digits. I can't blame the Hammer, my husband is a hunk.

Seriously, I haven't been this embarrassed since high school.

2009-07-03T23:30:00.002-05:00

So there I was, scrambling to find a swimsuit that in some way flatters my still fat ass. My mother and I went to TJ Maxx. Now, usually I can not discount shop for swimsuits, because I have ridiculously large breasts and must have maximum support, coverage and still some element for cuteness (read: I spend over a hundred). This year however, times are pretty tight. We have less than a month left in our savings and while that might dissuade some people from shopping, well... you can't keep a good card down.
Back to the Maxx. So, my mom is being a saint, playing with the munchkin at the entrance to the dressing rooms while I mad dash try on suits in hopes of a miracle for our annual trip to Florida to see Pauls parents. Let me lay the ground work for this by saying that I am 30, and was sealed to my husband less than a year ago, after about 10 years inactive. Needless to say, garments are new. I find an appropriate suit and throw my clothes back on grab the suit off the floor and truck out of the dressing room in hopes of getting Elle home in time for a nap. My mother looks at me and says, "Katy... your shirt?" I look down in horror, I had grabbed my suit AND my shirt off the floor and neglected to put the shirt on. I FELT fully clothed! Mortified, stunned and mortified I gasped and ran to the dressing room threw on my shirt and considered momentarily just setting up housekeeping there. I mean it is connected to a homegoods, I could live there for awhile right?

This one's for Mia, or the no holds barred ugly truth about my honeymoon

2009-05-26T21:56:00.007-05:00

*WARNING* If you are male, not related to me and attend my church, you should refrain from reading this particular post in order to maintain the ability to say hello in the halls without an inappropriate and downright unappealing visual.

Paul and I married in a little chapel on Captiva Island in November of 2006. It was a brilliant wedding, thanks in no small part to my brilliant mother who pretty much gave herself hemorrhoids to get everything perfect for her last remaining single daughters impending nuptials. The weather was perfect, we were deliriously happy, my in-laws were sober and able to stand in the same room with each other. Like I said, BRILLIANT.
I had been a smokin' quasi mormon when I met Paul, and he encouraged me to go for the gold. Yes, ladies, the man actually WANTED to stop having sex with me 6 months into our relationship in order to facilitate my returning to full activity as I so desired. You can fawn over him, he is that amazing.
I digress, so, we were as newly weds should be... desperate to get back to our hotel. I demanded that we cut the cake and fast so we could return to our hotel and consummate our blessed union. Having no health insurance, I had recently visited planned parenthood to get birth control and because the pill turns me into a fatter lunatic, I decided to go with the nuva ring. IF you are not aware of this little contraption in is a ring that secretes hormones and that you insert up towards the cervix once a month. I was excited at the thought of not having to use condoms and not making my husband sorry he married me because of the horomone surges. (That would come later...thank you pregnancy)
We rushed back to the hotel and jumped into bed. Then it was, "OUCH!" Ahhh, hold on it hurts. Apparently I am allergic to the nuva ring. Wedding night, EPIC fail!
I immediately take the damn thing out and we buy condoms on the way to the airport to head for our amazingly romantic private island, overwater thatched hut in Bora Bora. We cuddle and kiss and make people nauseated in the airport. We arrive in Papeette and stay in a nice hotel that night before our short flight to the Bora Bora. We then are picked up by the boat to go to the island hotel.
People speak french and are golden brown and give us flowers. We sign in at the front desk and they serve us little tasty heart cakes and fresh squeezed juice. We head to the hut and are amazed! We go to the island beach restaurant for dinner and have oysters and sushi and sparkling water. We attempt a wedding night do over, but no luck. My vagina has jumped ship, closed up shop, locked the door and bolted the chain. We cuddle, I cry and my dear new husband comforts me and assures me that he does not regret marrying a frigid woman. We fall asleep smiling because barring this, we are smitten with each other and grateful to be married.
Somewhere around 3am I awake with a start. I have a stomach cramp. Thinking it is travel gas(come on, you KNOW you get off of the plane with the toots) I go to the bathroom and sit down marveling at the bidet. I mean really, a bidet? How do you even use one of those things? Anywhoo, I feel that oh so uncomfortable feeling that is diarrhea and I think, "Oh no, frigid and shitty? I am going to throw myself into the sea!" Little did I know that my embarrassment was about to be the least of my problems.
Within the hour I was laying in the bathtub trying to feel better when I started to feel nauseated. I know what you are thinking, you are thinking, well maybe it is just food poison and she will get over it by the morning. Dear reader, by the morning, I was writhing naked on the bathroom floor alternately vomiting and pooping, pooping and vomiting and even at least once vomiting into the bidet while pooping. For 56 hours I did this. There was no medicine on this paradise island, no pepto, no tylenol, not a thing to stop me up.
For his part, Shmoo was a dear. He took it in stride. He rubbed my back, got me fresh clothes, when I put them on, got the bed ready for me each time I tried to lay down. Inevitably I would end up back in the tub, or on the floor, the toilet or sitting in the shower (what can I say, I am a water baby, it cures all ills.) By the 56th hour thing were slowing down. I was finally able to cling to DH out to the water and watch him snorkel. Of course, I forgot in my delirium to put on sunscreen and so by sundown I was burned to a crisp on top of it all.
I made what would prove to be an 80 dollar 4 minute phone call to my mother and we set about getting emergency flights home as soon as possible.
We would have stayed after my stomach stopped its revolt, but by them, the smell of tahitian vanilla bean which permeated the island has become my own Eau de Hell. On the bright side? I lost ten pounds in 5 days. It was the most expensive colon cleanse in the history of colonics. I am going to try to talk the Bun into going to Disney world for her honeymoon. They have fully stocked pharmacies there.

Mothers Day

2009-05-10T21:38:00.004-05:00

Had I been told that I would be desperately happy to receive the above pictured for my first mothers day even a year ago, I most likely would have snorted and sneered at he who dared to attempt to domesticate me, as if I were some kind of animal. Now? Now I am ecstatic. Being a mom means not really having anything visible to work and finish... Sure there is laundry, but it multiplies. There is cooking, but it just gets eaten and leaves a mess. There are diapers, sippy cups, baby food clean ups, grocery store visits, baths and every once in a while, I get to shave my legs. While all very time consuming and necessary, I used to have a job. I used to get praise, a raise, travel benefits, emergency phone calls with problems I could actually solve.
These things made me feel important in some way, acknowledged for something I could measure. Motherhood, well, there isn't really a measure now is there? It's not like the sims where I could feed, diaper, burp, cuddle and build up points that will net me a napping child when I need a moment. This is the hardest thing I have ever done, but I am loving every minute of it.
Back to my machine. I made a dress for Elle the other day on my moms machine. Simple, cute, easy. I loved having a project that was finishable. So, my husband, for mothers day, got me my own. I can now start and finish things for myself. I do not have to go to moms or borrow her machine. The question now is what to sew first? Thank you Paul, for the machine, for the baby, for love and happiness. You are the best. I lovey you.

The Missing Tree

2009-05-06T22:41:00.003-05:00

My best friend from LA has started a blog. Well, one post does not a blog make, but she is moving in that direction. Let me tell you about my Tree. When I met her, she was a part-time stand up comic is an awkward relationship with an asshole actor/comic. He was married, she lived with her mother, ya know Hollywood. I was recently single, working at a Malibu rehab and running away from my dysfunctional apartment. We met for coffee in Venice after following each others myspace accounts. I thought she was dressed a bit slutty(I was right), she thought I could stand to lose a few pounds(she was right), we smoked and drank coffee and were soon inseparable.
This did not amuse my roomate at the time who was fairly jealous of her. Anywhoo, over the next year or 2, tree-pea got a job, moved out of the rents house, got another job, dated a couple of winners, a couple of losers, I lost weight, got my own place, dated a couple of winners, a couple of losers. Tree loved me, hated my dog. I loved tree, also hated my dog, but felt guilt for it and pretended that she was being rude.
Tree is now in a stable relationship, in college, drives a vespa and is still the funniest girl I have ever met. I have more stories of good times with her than I can recount, so I think I will start writing them every so often just for shits and giggles.
5 Facts about Tree:
She is a South American by birth.
She can charm anyone, anytime, anyplace.
When she is drunk, she always tries to get me to kiss her.
She is going to be a teacher (those boys are going to crap, a teacher who was once in FHM magazine?)
I miss her desperately, she is irreplacable.

i hate to cry

2009-04-30T23:05:00.003-05:00

(Here is your daily Eloise.)
no really, like spent 4 years refusing to see a romantic comedy, any episodes of ER, or anything on TLC, kind of hate. The kind of hate that would drive a girl to disallow any and all music except Ani DiFranco (the angry years) and Fiona Apple. This string of overtly hostile years was finally crushed out of existence upon becoming pregnant. No longer could I avoid cry triggers, because the front porch could bring it on. I share this so that anyone who was not present during those years will understand how ridiculous it is that I keep watching the trailer for "My Sisters Keeper". I watch, I cry, I try to stay away, but it is almost as addictive as the trailer for "Funny People".
also of note, I hereby declare fresh ground honey roasted peanut butter from market street a trigger food. It is like the vodka* of peanut butters. I can no longer have it in my house.

*vodka was my beverage of choice back in the days of poor choices.

Lore

2009-04-28T22:24:00.004-05:00

This is my stunning niece. She was the inspiration for our kiddo. Actually, I think she was the inspiration for my marriage. When Paul and I were fairly early on in our relationship she was born. We went on a road trip to Arkansas, where her father was finishing Law School. Paul was nervous about it on the way up. He was so concerned that people would think he was weird to want to kiss on a kid that wasn't his. After several assurances that our family thinks nothing is weirder than a person who can keep their hands OFF a baby, he decided that it would be best if he took pictures of her and left the holding to us.

That didn't work out so well. He could not help himself. She was head over heels in love. I mean he LIKED me, but he LOVED her. and I loved him lovin her! (at this moment I am spouting foul language at said husband for moving picture files all over the f(*&ing internet and leaving NO TRAIL as to how to find them. He falls in love with a new site and poof, leaves all old pics on the old one and starts using the new one. ) I digress. Anyway, as I encourage him to find those pictures for me to share with my vast readership of like 2 people (I love you guys, really) I will leave you with another picture of Eloise.

2009-04-15T23:39:00.000-05:00

Easter Sunday, how f%#@ing cute is she!!!??!?!?!

Best Movie I've seen all year

2009-04-15T23:32:00.002-05:00

The winner of the academy award for best foreign film. Japanese movie, Departures. Some may say I am biased towards Japanese movies, well, you are right, but authentically, this is the best movie I have seen in a LONG time. It is moving and gorgeous and well acted with a beautiful soundtrack. I will probably be raving about this one for awhile.

In other news, Eloise's future husband invited us to his birthday party. No seriously, I could really dig having his parents as in-laws. I am thrilled.

Eloise has taken to sucking on my arm and hand, it is cute and a relief for my nipples, but the hickeys are unsightly to say the least.

That is all.

Skinny kate, blog Stalking, friend finding and fertility

2009-03-20T21:20:00.003-05:00

1. This is why I am back on the workout wagon. An old co-worker emailed me a link to this pic from a conference I was attending in San Antonio right after I met my husband. Not quite the svelte chick I was then. My boobs actually look like a normal persons! I have 20lbs and several cups sizes on that girl.

2. I actually got an email back for the cool aussie mormon artist chick. I wish I had the balls to wear dreads, I mean how cool is that? I went to the blog from which I found her and saw that there were links to other blogs and may I just say, I think the OC must put something in the water to make it rain chicks I wish I could hang out with.

3. I was complaining about my lack of buds the other day and ran into Kary who is somewhat of a hero to me. She is cool, nice, funny and laid back, but never boring. I then stroller Elle past one of the cooler houses in our neighborhood and some women were sitting on the porch drinking beer and chatting while about 8 kids played in the yard. One of the women asked how old Eloise was and we started talking. They invited me to a historic district play group. This sounds like a blast. The question to ponder then is, when they offer me a beer for the 4th time do I tell them I am a mormon or a recovering alcoholic? Both seems like overkill right? Which one is less likely to alienate me? And do I give a hoot?

4. Weird things are happening in my families private regions. The littlest sister has remnants of maleness, fibroids, and poly cystic ovarian syndrome on one of her fallopian tubes. She has a 3 year old and has been trying to get pregnant again for awhile now. The middle sister is on her latest round of hormone injections and sonograms in hopes of conceiving soon as well. IVF is the next option. My mother joked for a year that we would all get pregnant at the same time and have 3 boys. If LS needs a laproscopy and MS needs IVF, mom could be right about the 3 pregnant drake girls, God help the men during the holidays if that is the case.

The Cooter Diaries

2009-03-17T22:48:00.002-05:00

I went to see the midwife that delivered Eloise today. She was amazed at how big Elle has gotten. Interesting encounter:

Me: soooo, are things dropping or....

Aliza: everything looks fine...

Me: ok, uh..

Aliza: are you doing your kegels?

Me: not so much

Aliza: squeeze my fingers, ok

that's good, just do more kegels

All I could think was "Pull my finger" The visual was astounding.

Awkward turtle

Things with which I am currently enamoured:

2009-03-15T23:14:00.003-05:00

1. These 2 LDS chick bloggers. 2nd sister sauviloquy and embers , respectively. Seriously, where are the women like this in Texas?

2. Mothering Magazine, even my mother looks at me cross-eyed about the co-sleeping thing, and the woman marched against nuclear armament with me in utero!

3. Chess With Friends on the IPhone, I know, I know, shameless plug, but since my husband is the only person who reads this sad excuse for a blog, I had to mention the game he created.

4. The trailer for Funny People. I may have watched it 15 times. The stage that Adam Sandler is doing stand up on in the beginning is at the improv on Melrose where I spent a considerable amount of time while drifting in LA for a couple of years.

5. Eloise, could she be any cuter?

6. Carol Lynn Pearson. Consider the Butterfly is still one of the best books available in Mormland.

7. MGMT's Electric Eel, the song keeps getting stuck in my head. It seems to require of me a jog.

The last time I taught RS, I left early and got drunk

2009-03-15T22:37:00.002-05:00

Ok, that was 10 years ago, but still. I am amazed at the distance between then and now.

Then: I was 20 and teetering on the edge of becoming inactive. I had just moved to SLC and was called to teach RS having only been to RS in that ward once. I taught my lesson, and knowing NO ONE in the ward I left with the resolve to just get as far away from that building as possible. I had yet to become a full fledged alcoholic, but I was on my way.

Today: I was able to be real and vulnerable, teach a fantastic lesson, starting with, "So, Joseph Smith was a peacenik!" I was able to express my disagreement with Prop 8 and my respect for the leaders of our church and their council at the same time. There are some of the coolest chicks in this ward.

I have only one complaint, several of the women I would love to hang out with, that are my age, are in a totally different life situation than I am. I am 30 with a 10 month old. They are 30-36 with like 4 or 5 kids!!! No way they have time for any friends whose kids don't entertain their kids. It's a damn good thing I have my sister.

We went to Sushi Sake last night for date night. I miss Japan. I also miss coffee, and occasionally cigarettes, but it has been 3 1/2 years and my mother assures me that soon I will not even think of them.

I told you

2009-03-09T10:42:00.002-05:00

See, I told you, I really suck at this. Usually upon making a new goal, I follow it for at least a day or two before abandoning the idea altogether. I couldn't even make it a day. It is cloudy in Tx today. While my porch is all but finished, I am in the process of paint my porch swing(valentines day present) a shiny black before begging P to take a wee bit of time off to hang it up.

In other news, I was called to teach RS. I am sure this is a good thing, for I have been known to skip SS in favor of a lil sabbath breaking 7-11 run and sashay into 3rd hour at a quarter past. This should nip THAT in the bud, at least every third sunday.

OOOOO, my sister just arrived from trip to Seattle.

Officially, I suck at blogging

2009-02-26T17:00:00.001-06:00

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Originally uploaded by paulbettner

unofficially, however, I am just a deeply misunderstood albeit creative, inquisitive, crafty blogger who writes in her head daily but is such a severe procrastinator that she can't seem to commit to screen. New goal. Blog daily, even if it amounts to verbal drivel. In the mean time, here is a puppy.

20081105_Chicago_IL_ElectionNight1748

2008-11-08T19:12:00.001-06:00

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Originally uploaded by Barack Obama

What a fantastic looking first couple! Call me vain, but I lke the idea of looking at them for 8 years!

Eloise and Daddy make a a difference

2008-11-04T22:13:00.001-06:00

Voting today
Originally uploaded by paulbettner

Today my faith is restored in the USA. This is a picture of Paul and Eloise voting. I am so grateful. I am grateful for the compassion he brings to the white house. I am grateful for the change he will make in the way the world sees our country. No longer will we act in arrogance. My mother will get health insurance. Our troops will come home! John McCain just conceded. No more Scarah Palin. I can breathe easier knowing that my daughter will grow up in a country better than the one se was born into. God bless America.

Cupcake

2008-10-30T12:19:00.001-05:00

Cupcake
Originally uploaded by paulbettner

It's official, she looks exactly like her dad... sans cupcake hat of course. She LOVES this carrier. I, on the other hand, dislike the fact that my boob looks as big as her head, oh wait, my boob is as big as her head!!!
She is SOOO cute though, am I right?
Onward, so the election is days away and I am so nervous. Palin terrifies me. Seriously, more than Bush. REALLY. I am amazed by the short sightedness of my fellow mormons.
A List of Reasons Mormon Women Should Not Vote for McCain/Palin:
1. McCain abandoned his wife and children after she sustained an injury that effected her looks.
2. He applied for a marriage lic for Cindy, 25 ears his junior, BEFORE his divorce was final.
3. Sarah Palin thinks we are a cult and would never let her children play with our children.
4. Sarah Palin is a selfish woman and not 'a mother who knows'. example:
-she knowingly subjected her pregnant teenage daughter to a media sandstorm for her own gain.
-she is leaving her 5 month old special needs child in the hands of who knows whom to run for an office that will keep her away from her family
5. Sarah Palin made rape victims pay for their own rape kits.
6. John McCain will not live out his term and thus Sarah Palin will be president. (see #s 3,4,5 and the following)
7. The woman hadn't been out of the country until last year.
8. She thinks aspiring to be Joe sixpack is a good idea.
9. She is devisive, coniving, misleading and annoying.
10. Our image in the world couldn't do anything worse than be seen as a place that elected the female george bush.
Onto this whole Prop 8 debacle:
I would like to quote my sisters sister in law:
If we want to protect marriage we need to start in our own homes looking inwardly rather than outwardly. I feel that more people would live more fulfilling and happy lives if we spent more time evaluating how we are doing in our lives, how we are treating our partner and how our marriages are doing as a whole. Thats how I want to protect my marriage, by staying best friends with my husband and not letting the world defile our love and devotion to each other. Does anyone need to vote on that? No.

Right now a hot topic in regards to marriage is California's Proposition 8. I am not one to get into great debates with people. I don't voice my political opinions much. This being said I have been very saddened by the recent publicity amongst the youth at BYU and in the church over Proposition 8. It saddens me to see families put at arms because certain members support Proposition 8 and others do not. I believe we all have a choice in this battle. I feel that those of us who do not live or vote in California have even less of a say on what is happening with Proposition 8.

I have felt somewhat awkward since hearing the churches stance on Proposition 8, I simply believed that they would not make a political stance on this issue. I understand the churches stance and I feel for the issue both ways, although I feel that we should not sit on the fence because its easy. I have heard a lot of things that seem less than true about why the church supports Proposition 8 so I did some research and now feel more confident in understanding why the Church supports it and knowing that some of the rumors I had heard were wrong. As citizens we have every right to make ourselves as knowledgeable about the issues as possible.

The church made its stance at the end of June. "The Church's teachings and position on this moral issue are unequivocal. Marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God, and the formation of families is central to the Creator's plan for His children. Children are entitled to be born within this bond of marriage."

However it was nice to read that "Latter-day Saints are free to disagree with their church on the issue (Prop 8) without facing any sanction, said L. Whitney Clayton of the LDS Quorum of the Seventy. 'We love them and bear them no ill will.'"

Literature written by Proposition 8 proponents are freely distributed in Mormon wards, giving the impression the church approves of these pamplets, but much of it is "misinformation," said Morris Thurston, an LDS attorney in Orange County. Thurston has circulated a point-by-point response to an anonymously authored document that has been widely disseminated by Mormons, "Six Consequences . . . If Proposition 8 Fails." Thurston argues that most of its arguments are either untrue or misleading. "The general church authorities I have spoken to have been understanding and compassionate," he said. "They counsel respect, civility and open mindedness toward those who disagree with the church's position." Brittany Calkins
Time for another list
10 things that are are a bigger threat to marriage than a couple of dudes getting married.
1. porn
2. no fault divorce states
3. hollywood
4. adultery
5. media portayals of women
6. selfishness
7. bad communication
8. pride
9. our society of immediate gratification
10. being toooooo busy

Eloise blessing

2008-10-14T22:33:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by paulbettner

Paul blessed our little girl at church last month. Seriously, she looked like an angel. She was wearing the same dress and hat that I was baptized in. She couldn't wear the shoes because she inherited the Charney chub-foot. Paul likes to tell her that they are the normal ones and "Mommy is missing a part of her foot...poor mommy"

This is what I come home to on a Sat. morning

2008-08-31T22:57:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by paulbettner

Talk about lucky! On Saturdays Paul takes the bun when ever I want to give her to him. I handed her off and went to Starbucks for some Chai, which I have to drink whilst I can. When I got back, I had to get this picture. Oh, the love!

Biden as VP

2008-08-23T11:53:00.002-05:00

I love it! My father is not his biggest fan, but I appreciate the foreign policy guns he brings to the table as well as his ability to offend nearly everyone without guile. Perfect match for Saint Obama. I can't wait for the debates! Obama is so succinct. McCain doesn't stand a chance. Now, if we only knew who his running mate was... Romney perhaps? Damn, there goes half of the mormons for Obama.

Eloise in the hospital after a dehydration scare

2008-08-20T15:16:00.001-05:00

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Originally uploaded by paulbettner

Apparently, I was exactly the same age when I stayed in the hospital for dehydration. They gave her a spinal tap. THAT was worse than labor, she was frothing at the mouth. The Dr. was a real prick, he came in with a swagger:
Dr. Prick: "I do 200 of these a year, no worries, this is what we do here, everything will be fine."
Us: "Great, could you explain to us what you are looking for, what the process is, what medications if any you will be using, and what we should expect?"
Dr. P: "It's all very boring, I will let you know what we find."
P exits stage left.
When he came back and did the lumbar puncture, he missed and got NO spinal fluid. Paul and I decided that if he was going to posture like House, he had better do a hell of alot better than that.
We ended up in the hospital for 3 days. She got fluids, antibiotics, and we watched House season 2 in its entirety. She was fine and we got some needed rest.

Eloise 2 weeks old

2008-08-20T15:06:00.001-05:00

Originally uploaded by paulbettner

She was sooo tiny, 6lbs 6ozs, and then she lost 8ozs from jaudice! What a weird feeling, to have a baby. I highly recommend it.

SHE SLAYS ME WITH CUTENESS

2008-08-20T15:03:00.001-05:00

SHE SLAYS ME WITH CUTENESS
Originally uploaded by paulbettner

Have I really not blogged since I was pregnant? Sheesh, well, as Ani says, "no man, I just got... distracted." Eloise was born May 17. It was NOT as planned. She was 2 weeks early, my water broke and I didn't go into labor. They had to induce and after 5 hours of pitocin I was only dilated to a 3. Thats when I gave in and took the epidural. We ended up staying in the hospital for several days because she was jaundiced. Nursing sucked for several weeks. She looks exactly like Paul, it is more than a little odd, sometimes I look down and think I am nursing my husband!

housecleaning and baby kicking

2008-02-22T20:56:00.003-06:00

I bit the bullet today and started cleaning my house. Dishes first, then couches. Couches may not seem like a chore to some people, but those people do not have my dogs. Sure, he looks cute, but that one is actually the real asshole of the house. Today, he ate the crotch out of my only non-maternity sweatpants that still fit. Back to the house cleaning... Milo, the other pup in the house sheds a good 30% of his hair on a daily basis. How it grows back to be shed another day is beyond me. So once a month I have to take the slipcovers off of the couches and wash them. I treated myself to a dragon roll for my efforts. Perhaps tomorrow I will get around to cleaning the bathrooms, probably not.

The new DA on Law and Order

2008-02-13T21:58:00.002-06:00

reminds me of my brother in law Nick. Well, he would if he were in the least little bit liberal, or even moderate. He is sharp and persuasive. As the presidential election draws ever nearer I become more interested in how a mixed political marriage can work. If my husband was supporting McCain or any repub for that matter, well, I doubt we would have gotten through the first 6 months of marriage. This brings me to my real fear. What if one of my children becomes a conservative? How would I survive? A woman in my ward showed pictures of her daughter in fatigues. Out of the blue her daughter decided to join the military, in the middle of a war that has no end in sight. I have maintained my intention to relocate to Canada if the draft ever threatens my family, but to have a child just sign up? Perhaps I would be able to find a psychiatrist to say she was not in her right mind.. Have her committed? I wonder if this is how republicans deal with the idea that their child could be gay, or an atheist?

Our Wedding

2008-02-06T21:24:00.000-06:00

We were married at the Chapel by the Sea on Captiva Island in Florida on November 25, 2006. It was so great, a weekend with family and a handful of friends. We have pictures at http://flickr.com/photos/paulbettner/collections/72157600003201308/

2008-02-06T20:56:00.000-06:00

10 days puke free

2008-02-06T20:44:00.001-06:00

About 2 months into my pregnancy I called my mother with a statement speaking to the frustration of my inability to keep any food in my stomach. The conversation went something like this:

G: "How are you doing today?"
Me: "Well, I've only thrown up twice today..."
G: "I'm sorry, is there anything I can do?"
Me:"Nah, but I have to say that I only thought I was a sick puppy, but we alcoholics have NOTHING on bulimics, I have no idea how anyone could be addicted to this crap!"

Months later my therapist pointed out that it's a bit different when one has control in the matter. Point taken. After a good 5 1/2 months of throwing up daily, the past 10 days have been like heaven.

Because everybody needs one!

2008-02-06T20:23:00.000-06:00

After receiving links from several BYU friends, I decided that with all the changes in our lives, a blog might be fun. Well, that and Paul is out of town for a couple of days and I've already done the laundry and been to the gym. I hope I will be able to keep up!