Tuesday is Monday

I know the holiday is going to screw me up ALL week.
How is it that May is almost over? June starts tomorrow folks.
This "spring"/delayed winter is just all over the place.
And yesterday for Memorial Day I ended up taking a VERY long (unintended) walk. Luckily it ended at a favorite fro-yo shop. Tasty delicious.

Breaking the silence

So Peter and I have had some discussions on The BIG when... are we going to discuss our children here on the blog.
Not that we have any currently.

But I'm curious to find out what you all think about the topic. Is it okay that our generation's kids are going to grow up being defined by what their parents have written about them since they were barely conceived? Or is it perfectly within the domain of parental rights (extension of bragging) to blog/post/update on our children?
When does it stop being talking about your pregnant body and start being about your fetus?

Does this even matter?

But to really bury the lead here, I wasn't sure when or where or how I wanted to discuss the fact that last fall I experienced a "complete abortion" according to the ER documents. I miscarried. I was pregnant and then I wasn't. It was the worst time of my life to date. I'm sure it won't be the last, but it was the first. No one told me to expect it. No one told me it was common. 30% of KNOWN pregnancies end this way. It's not something people want to talk about. No one wants to temper the happy moments by saying, don't get your hopes too high that you might actually get a baby. It sucks. I've mostly healed emotionally. I've healed physically. It's one of the many bumps in the road. It taught me a lot about me and my body and my marriage. And I just want to say that I'm here and I've been there. If you have any questions or comments, I don't mind talking about it. And I think it should be talked about. Because it's heart wrenching to feel alone with that sort of pain.

There are millions of women and men who share this grief. We are out here. And we love you.

Beautiful weather...

I almost feel bad being grateful for the beautiful, warm, sunny weather. There are definitely some people here in UT who are going to be suffering more once it warms up and the snowcap starts to melt. Thankfully, I'm not one of them, I don't think. But at least there's been plenty of warning and lots of preparation. I really hope it works out well for everyone.

I'm going to take advantage of the weather and hopefully finish up moving all the little/big things that are left hanging out at my old apartment. Then it's on to cleaning and making sure everything is still in good condition. Don't you just love moving?

I promise I'll get pictures up as soon as I remember to put batteries in my camera!

Spring is bustin' out...

And BOY is it wet. A little bit of sunshine sprinkled into the rain storms is helping  to mediate the rain, but I think that everyone is really starting to get tired of the dampness. This dry, dry desert just isn't used to all this humidity.

I know that some houses and locations in the valley are flooding and it's not fun for everyone, but I'm just grateful that the city isn't underwater. Unlike other parts of the country. The world really seems to be taking a beating from Mother Nature this year so far. There have been so many natural disasters.

Or maybe I'm just more aware of the news in other parts of the world now.

Maybe the problem is I get my news from Facebook. I keep debating about Facebook. Is it worth it? It's a huge waste of time usually. Do I really need to know that my husband's friend's wife's friend is having a crappy day at work? But there are times when I'm really grateful for it. Like the time that it let me know that an old acquaintance passed away, or the time that it told me my friends survived that tornado... I guess it has it's uses.

But I'm not always sure it's worth it. It seems less and less personal these days.

51 Weeks

A lot can happen in that much time, y'know?
Hopefully, some of these:
I'll finish moving into our new apartment
Peter will finish his thesis
We'll celebrate a few important holidays at OUR house!
I'll really stop biting my nails
I'll get a raise... maybe.
I'll get outside and see the sun and soak up a tan
Some lazy summer/fall evenings and some cozy winter days
A baby-maybe.
Peter will start his PhD at some point...
I'll become a super crafty and organized person.
After one year of living in our new house it will really be ours
And it will be coherently and cohesively decorated.
And in 51 weeks thereabouts, I'll be another year older.

So for a belated birthday celebration, I'm having a barbeque. Regardless of whether or not the weather agrees with me. Though I'd really like it if it did...

Startle me.

So Rain/snow/rain/Sun Tuesday blended right into rain ALL day Wednesday. So yesterday I spent my time walking back and forth in the rain. With loads of my belongings. Interrupted by a rather HUGE load of my sister/brother-in law's belongings. Which has overtaken my previously empty living room. As we settle more things into our apartment everyday It's nice to feel more at home. Safer. Isn't it funny how belongings make us feel better?

It's been an interesting few days living in between. We're slowly fixing that and really getting settled. But it'll be a little while until I can get used to the new house's sounds.

Rainy Days and Mondays....

Well it's not Monday, but it is rather rainy...
I like the rain. I like that it's keeping the weather cool.
I dislike that it's much harder to move things and keep them dry.
Rain... Please stop by the end of the work day.
Sincerely, Me
P.S. You really can't rain tomorrow. I have to move a bed... and other furniture. I really don't want to get my mattress soaked.

In other news, the grass is looking fantastic.

*Update: I turned around and it was snowing HUGE fat white SNOWFLAKES... I mean seriously? It did this for maybe an hour and then proceeded to clear up into a beautiful blue sky. 
Utah.