No prob, doc!

My doctor just recommended eating a bowl of ice cream every night. I just realized he's the best doctor in the world.

rockin' and rollin' and what not

Two down. One to go. Trimesters that is. And this baby likes to rock n roll. I took some video to prove it. Warning: this video is trippy and might freak you out. Because it pretty much looks like an alien is about to bust out of my belly. This is the crazy show I get to watch almost nightly.



In other news, this is what her nursery is going to look like. Thanks to the genius at Lay Baby Lay who designed this room for her little girl Vivi. It is so fabulous.

Obs, baby girl's room will be a little different, but I love the wall color with black, white and hints of pink. I'm also going to use silver frames instead of gold. I can't wait to actually have a house to do this in!

happy sunday

Here I am at 26 weeks. Holy shiznit this baby is coming. Also, I watched a few episodes of A Baby Story. I'm totes getting an epidural. There's always these peeps who want to go natural, but then want an epidural when it's too late. That ain't gonna be me. Definite props to those peeps, but it seems like I'm gonna want one eventually, I might as well get it right off the bat.

howdy

I seriously spent many hours yesterday writing a post about my Christmas gifts even though Brittany said it was untimely. But then I read over it and was like-this is some snobby bs right here. So I'm not gonna post it. But I got some cool stuff and I am excited about it.

a Fab Sab

I just had one of the most hilarious relief society meetings of my life. Our awesome RS president opened the meeting, made announcements and introduced visitors as per usual. Then she proceeded to announce the death of one of the sisters. Sad times. Except that two seconds later she realized that that sister was in the room-not dead. Awkward! She then corrected her mistake that it was actually another sister that had passed away. I looked over at Danielle Hansen (who was visiting) and we about died. I couldn't help but laugh a little and it was horrible because here we are laughing when some poor lady just past away.

Then a nice sister began to teach the lesson on exaltation. During the discussion she said the following:
"Those of you who text message know that we use little acronyms, like BFE. Does anyone know what BFE means?" In my head, I'm dying again. Does she really want to know what *BFE means? Because in my range of knowledge it means something rather inappropriate for church. Then she says, "BFE: best friends ever!" Oh man. Older people are so cute. I started to question whether or not I should educate her on the most recent meaning of BFE and that if you really want to refer to someone as your "best friend ever" you say BFF. That way she wouldn't be using BFE at in appropriate times.

It was a very entertaining meeting to say the least. Hope yours was equally amazing! Oh, and by the way, Christmas is in a week! As Kenny Church would say that Harry Potter would say... Happy Christmas!


*BFE, as I was told, means butt freaking egypt, ie, really far away.

the leavitt babes

Here is a short shoot with some cute kids.

What we were kind of going for...

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What we were getting....

What we settled with...

What the boys were thinking most of the time...

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So I'm currently sitting in my bed after eating a tasty bowl of Honey Nut Cherrios with sliced bananas when I should technically be at church. Let's just say I didn't get the best sleep last night and even waking up at 8:30 (which would be super late on a Sunday) was not really working out. I woke up for a second and convinced Ronnie that I needed more sleep. He loves me so much he didn't mind even though he knows that if I don't go to church he will likely be teaching my class. Bless his bloody heart! So I went back to bed and got two more hours of glorious sleep. The thing that woke me up, however, was rather odd. For some reason I knew something was up with my belly... I put my hand on my stomach and it was all hard and baby girl was all up in my business. By this I mean that she was laying/sitting/ crouching a lot higher than normal and my stomach looked super funky and lopsided. I just held my hand there and thought how strange yet interesting it was. Once I got up to go pee (which, btw, all of a sudden started becoming an every half hour kind of thing) she moved back down....way down. She usually sits way below my pant line. I then started debating with myself about whether I should blog about it and here I am.

As you can see from my handy dandy countdown to the right, I am 21 weeks along now. That is halfway there, my friends!! Holy moly. Sometimes I get super excited and can't wait to meet her and other times I get freaked out about being in a hospital with all kinds of needles in me trying to push a kid out of that little place and having my tchotch out in the open for the world to see. So then I go over to my big box of little clothes that I have stocked up [thanks aunt Melissa and aunt Tiffany and mom (none of whom actually read this thing, but hey, thanks!)] and hold up some of the most adorable outfits imaginable and I get excited again.

I apologize for the super crummy pictures. Turns out iPhones aren't that cool.

hello belly. see? it's real people.

 because I know you wanted an up close and personal shot

(sorry my fingernails look jiggity-jacked)

I had a appointment with the good ol' doc on Tuesday. Usually this is a big fan fare with Ronnie, my mom and even my little brother Tanner. But mom couldn't make it this time around and Ronnie was in the windy city for training. I begged asked Ronnie's mom Dana to come along. I knew we'd be doing an ultrasound so it would at least be somewhat interesting for her. Those things are getting harder and harder to decipher now that baby girl is taking up the whole bloody uterus. Half of the time I was not sure what we were looking at. For the most part she seemed bent in half with her feet and hands in her face. And she would not move to save her life. I was surprised because she normally moves around all the time, but this time not so much. So the super talented tech measured everything and deciphered her little kidneys and everything somehow. It seems that her arms and legs are pretty long and are measuring a week ahead of the rest of her body. In my head that means she's going to be tall. In reality it probably means nothing. We also got a good shot of her head, face forward. After seeing the print out of this shot I got a little worried. Her head is looking mighty round and my first thought is that she is going to get her dad's head. Something I was really wishing was not the case because that boy's got a big ol' head. And that head has to come out my tchotch. Please start praying for me.

Then I got to meet with the doc. His name is Dr. Martin. Fun fact about Dr. Martin: his daughter is a famous Disney channel star. You know I like my Disney channel stars! That's her on the left. She was in the camp rock movies.

Another fun fact about Dr. Martin: he likes to remind me every single time I'm there that baby's are the best parasite God ever made. Which comes from the discussion of my weight gain and lack there of and how I need to eat more and take my vitamins because the baby will be just fine, but I won't be. I really think I understand now (fifth times a charm!) He also told me about how I might start having contractions soon. That sounds exciting. Then he asked me if I had any questions and I started asking him about exercising. I've been interested in jogging lately but wasn't sure if it was safe. He just smiled at me and asked if I ran on a regular basis.... Well doc.... not really. I used to jog whenever the flip I felt like it. So he said yeah, no. No jogging for you. Then I was like well what about weight lifting? His incredulous smile got bigger. Not really necessary, but if I kept them light weight, sure, but why are you acting crazy? I just laughed and starting asking about push ups. Then he started to laugh and told me that I just need to simmer down now. (He didn't really say that) It was just funny to see how obvious it was that I don't exercise regularly and that now is not that time to start. He recommended prenatal yoga and then I went on my way.

In other news, I have no life. My seasonal photography job is over so I handed back all my equipment and said goodbye. So now I have absolutely nothing occupying my time besides blog-stalking and eating. My own photography is on an indefinite hiatus since most of my equipment up and moved to Nashville without so much as a goodbye. So I'm in the market, as it were, for equipment. But I really can't justify the millions of dollars I would like to spend on equipment because I need to buy a house. And furnish it. And pop out a baby and like clothe it and stuff. So I'm not really sure when I'll be returning to the word of photography. It's quite sad, actually. But I think a new baby will fill that void right quick.

I did get a couple small shoots in before the equipment went bye bye. I'll just put those in a separate post because this one is already super long.

Well Ronnie is going to be home soon so I'm going to feign sleep so it looks like I just woke up.

Just kidding, I wouldn't do that. At least not on a Sunday!