housecleaning and baby kicking

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

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

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/

10 days puke free

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!

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!