The New 'Do

Recognizing Myself

I was sitting here, browsing the various events in people's lives...especially my friends...and a dawning realization came over me. I want to get pregnant again. This is the first time since the miscarriage that I have felt a true desire to have a baby. I guess it stems from the fact that every time I read about someone else's experience with pregnancy (and it seems like ALL of my friends are pregnant or have recently welcomed a new baby into the world) it makes an impression on my thoughts about where I am now. Of course, the doctor said to give it six months, and then I've also heard that sometimes a temporary infertility settles on the woman post-miscarriage, but I guess it all depends on what is right for Isaac and myself.
Speaking of Isaac we have had a beautiful day together. We got up early and went to institute at 8 a.m. (yay me for not sleeping in!!), we played a couple games of pool after the class was over, then he took me to the Jordan River Trail and we got out and walked a portion of it. We then tried to go see a dollar movie, but the only movie we were interested in was listed on the internet but not yet showing at the theater. Weird. So we rented Bride Wars and enjoyed some lighthearted comedy together (after a funny incident with a broken dvd player). Isaac said to me afterward that he would like to make Wednesday day our date time...especially since we don't get any evenings together. I appreciated that sentiment as it hadn't even crossed my mind to worry about date time. Guess I get too caught up in the present sometimes. But I am married to a wonderful man. :)

And Life Continues...

I cannot believe that Isaac and I have been married just short of seven months...and my ring still doesn't fit. Ha ha! Our life together has been interesting, full of love, laughter, occasional fights and the inevitable make-ups. If I was asked right now if I would do it a different way if I had the chance, I would have to respond that I would not. Worries I had prior to our marriage on our 'compatibility' have been completely overturned and I am now grateful that I sought and acted on inspiration. And inspiration continues to play a part in my love of my husband. What could be considered as more inspiring than the inspiration that promotes love? Who and what we love defines us. Inspiration plays its part when it whispers to not say that retort you were working up towards in an argument, to make a special trip to the temple, even to prepare a meal late at night so that when your spouse comes home from work, he comes home to a lovingly prepared dinner. Where would we be without such divine whisperings to the heart?

A Few Changes

If there is one thing that I have learned it is that working full-time is waaaaaaay different from going to school full-time. Day in and day out routines develop, patterns form, and you can get pretty comfortable with the status quo. I go to work Friday through Tuesday and have Wednesday and Thursday off. I go to bed between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. and wake up about 11 a.m. or noon. I get ready, eat, and leave the apartment at about 12:45 in order to make it to work in time to sit a while and chat on the phone with Isaac. I then work 8 hours plus a half hour break and at 10:00 I start heading home. I usually arrive home at about 10:35, eat whatever looks good, watch a movie, play around on facebook or a computer game, or read. I wait up till Isaac gets home at which point he usually wants to do something, like watch a movie or talk. The days blend into each other because they are all basically the same.
It is time to strike out for a change. The first change is in motion. We have rearranged the front room furniture, have purchased a king size bed, and have consolidated and organized the spare room. Change number 1 will be complete Saturday morning with the arrival and set up of the bed in our room.
Another change I am hoping to make is to keep the kitchen clean. I just washed the pile of dishes again. If we could only just wash them as we make them, my life would be cake. I would probably actually make cake instead of wishing I could then opting to go out to eat. It's a money saver, washing dishes.
Another change I would like to make that isn't quite possible yet is I would love to get my hair done professionally. I'm thinking short. Very short. I am tired of dealing with it. Once it is short, I have half the mind to dye it. What color? Who knows. All I know is I need change right now and I believe Isaac needs it too, in his own way. School starts Monday, I believe, and that will provide him with more change than it will for me (other than taking him away more often, which is not the kind of change I want). So yeah, while Isaac is going to school, I think I am going to work on picking up a hobby or something so that I don't vegetate in front of the computer as I am apt to do.
Anyways, just thought I would write about the changes I am working on in the hopes that writing them will lead to action.

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways:

Isaac and I have been married almost an entire 3 month period. Astounding isn't it?? Anyways, I have been thinking about what makes Isaac such a wonderful find for me and here I will list a few for your reading enjoyment (especially for Isaac, since I love him so much!).

1. Isaac loves going to the temple. He has really pushed in our marriage to go weekly and when we fail he is really let down. He really has to push because temple attendance means early wake-up calls for me and I do NOT like waking up early. We went to a 7 a.m. sealing session this morning and though I was very cranky on the way there, the session was a beautiful experience and I am very grateful he took me there!

2. Isaac is gentle and kind. He will make a fun, wonderful father once we have children. I always tease him that he is going to corrupt them with a bad example, but I know that if my children can learn to be as he is they will be amazing people.

3. Isaac is trusting and trustworthy. He doesn't break my confidence and I work hard not to break his (though it is hard to keep secrets about certain subjects!).

4. Isaac is generous. Right after we went to the temple, Isaac went and spent 3 hours helping out in a EQ service project. I came home and slept. He is very service oriented and I love that about him!

5. Isaac is very tolerant of my movie preferences and even likes what I bring home! I bought Mr. Smith Goes to Washington on DVD at Smith's the other night and we watched it together one night. I got tired (a common occurence in our house) and went to bed and Isaac stayed up to finish it. He then watched it again the very next night. Other movies I have bought (all old movies) and he has really enjoyed watching them with me or without me. It has been delightful to share this as a couple.

6. Isaac makes me breakfast sometimes. 'Nuff said.

I really can't say enough about him, but a lot of what I want to say can't be put into words. I am so grateful for the blessing of eternal marriage. I'm so grateful that we can build and grow together for months and years and decades. Marriage hasn't been the girlish fantasy I had in junior high, but it has been more real, more beautiful, much better all around. I love you, Isaac. Te amo hasta el fin de la eternidad...que no existe.

Disaster Area Stabilized

It is interesting to be a new wife with a new job. Life comes at you fast and furious and things get left undone that would otherwise be...well...somewhat better taken care of. Take for example the kitchen. Lately the only two reasons I would stop to clean dishes is if there were none clean and I absolutely needed one and/or my kitchen was beginning to smell like something died in it and was now past the rigormortis stage. However the rare event of dish-washing comes about in my house, believe me, it has been few and far between moments...to the point that the task became rediculously daunting. For over a week now, I have eyed my kitchen with disgust and, too tired to do anything about it, took up residence in my bedroom. It wasn't until two days ago that my attitude about the dishwashing subject began to change. At work, I am required to wash the dishes after cooking a meal for the individuals in my apartment. I noticed suddenly that I had been avoiding cooking for my dear husband because of the dish problem. I began then to stew over the dishes. I obviously was taking better care of strangers than of my own family. I also began to think about my mother (who, if she is reading or listening to this post, is probably dying with disgust) and how she always has taught us that cleaning up right away after dirtying dishes & anything in general is much easier than waiting for food to harden, mold to form, and smells to begin issuing from plates, cups, counter tops, and floors before cleaning. So, today with my new philosophy and a little guilt added to the mix I decided finally to take on the dish problem. It began as a leisurely experience as I soaked my hands in hot soapy water and listened to the radio. That lasted the first two sink-fulls of water. Then the wear and tear of washing began to manifest itself. More and more tired I became, and more and more difficult the dishes became (mainly because I left the worst for last). The last batch of dishes was almost impossible to finish as I yearned to come and write on my blog about my dish experience, but I stopped myself from leaving the kitchen until the final dish was finished. Hallelujah! Lesson well learned, Mom.



Now the laundry...

Husband on line.

So I decided that I would post something because I am bacheloring it today. My wife is very sweet and I am the lucky one. We both have now been offered full time benifited positions at our jobs. All though we only have the one car I love getting to talk to my wife on the drive home from work although she gets very tired by the time she gets their to pick me up. I worry very much about how awake she isn't when she makes the 10 mile trip downtown to get me. But I appreciate her for it. I was able to talk with an old supervisor in the interview I had for a better postion elsewhere with the church yesterday and enjoyed chatting with him immensily. Life is trully joyful.