Happy things!

So it's time to get back to some happy things.

I am currently 23 weeks along with de babe. The babe that we were certain was a boy and is definitely not. We are super lucky to have Shannon do all our ultrasounds because she welcomes us in any time. We were able to go in around 16 ish weeks to look at the gender. On the way in I asked Kolton for his final prediction even though I knew what he would say. Of course he said boy. I wanted to guess girl just to be contrary and put a little money on the deal but I was pretty dang sure it was a boy too. Anyway, when Shannon said, "Girl" we were both thrown for a loop! I had always pictured my first babe to be a girl but I had been so sure it was a boy that I convinced myself to be excited about that so I wouldn't be disappointed. And I definitely wasn't disappointed about it being a girl but it did take a little mind flip to get used to the idea. But I'm pretty dang excited to have a little buddy to do girly things with. Really excited.
We were going to a BBQ with some friends that night and decided to announce our news then. So we ran to Broulims and I grabbed some fruit and very pink fruit dip attempting to be subtle but also assuming that everyone thinks as weirdly as I do. It turns out that they don't because when Andra and Lexi asked about what we had found out I laughed and mentioned the fruit dip. Andra thought the answer was inside the dip and started digging through it with a strawberry until I had to saw that the answer WAS the fruit dip. When we all figured it out it was all very exciting.
That night we took bags full of pink assorted candy to our families. They guessed it within seconds even though they didn't know that we had gone to the doc that day. Brevan was disappointed for half a second but then got over it. (I think...)
The next day I filled bowls of pink candy to put on the desks of my students. They guessed correctly pretty quickly too. And though I had a few moms tell me that my big news was all the talk at their house I'm pretty sure that the kids were way more concerned with the fact that they were given candy.

Which brings me to how we announced the news in the first place. I decided to do a little hangman on the board for the kids to guess. They were able to get it and then it was super awkward. I read the message out loud, "Baby Hansen coming in October!" and then no one said anything. Like, really. There I am standing in front of the class and they all just shrug their shoulders and look at me like, "What now?" It was pretty dang awkward.
The afternoon class gave me a reaction at least that consisted of about 15 kids raising their hands to say, "My mom had a baby." "My aunt's having a baby" "My neighbor had a baby last year" etc. But at least that was something!

We just told our parents after my mom already knew. Then after an ultrasound we sent a picture. My dad handed Brevan his phone to read him his text that had just come in and Brevan figured it out pretty quick. I had told Tylee so Addi was left. My mom sent her over one night to deliver us some bread. I had the ultrasound picture hanging on the fridge so I told her to put the bread in the fridge. No reaction. Then I asked her to get in the fridge to get the jam out. Nothing. Then I had her get the milk out. Still nothing. All the while she is rolling her eyes at Kolton  like I am the most annoying and needy person ever. We are just watching her and cracking up.  When I asked her to put the milk back in the fridge I suggested that she just be really careful with my fridge door. THEN she finally saw it and tears and hugging commenced.

Anyway, I was not feeling so great for the first 20 weeks. My doctor told me around 10 weeks I'd feel better, I figured I would definitely be better by 14 and of course it took til 20. But I have been feeling quite fabulous since then and life has been good. Luckily (I actually think of it as a blessing) I was never too sick at school. I would always throw up before and then after school, but never while there. That was definitely heaven sent. Weirdly enough, I would get the most sick after eating meat. Any kind of meat. So I went on a little vegetarian diet for a few weeks and I'll tell you what. I do not understand people who do that willingly. It was miserable. But having food as my friend again has really just been the best. If you know anything about me you know how much I enjoy food, so you can understand that it was a little rough.

I felt her kick for the first time around 19-20 weeks. I can't remember exactly when the first time was but I felt a definite kick while watching the maturation video with the 5th grade girls and their moms. It must have been all the estrogen in the room that baby girl could connect with. Then on Mother's Day during sacrament meeting she was going crazy. Ever since then I have felt her more and more and Kolton was able to feel her kick for the first time the other night. Pregnancy is pretty fun at this point in time. My belly is about the perfect size and I wish it could just stay this way. Although my belly button is stretched to the max. I worry about that thing because I just don't know how I can stretch any more.

We are feeling so blessed right now and even though I have minor (and major) freakouts often that this is actually happening and that life is changing in a very big way we are mostly excited. And happy that I have the whole summer to prepare. And that's life!

Curse you, Smith Honda!

So.

I have lots of other uplifting things that I could write about but I'm irritated enough at what happened today that I feel the need to share it now. 

So a couple weeks ago someone (ahem...not me) hooked up the jumper cables to my dead car (that was actually my fault) incorrectly and fried some kind of fuse or something. (In his defense, he was trying to help me get off to school and had just woken up and was a little groggy/hurried) From that point on the speakers in my car were no longer working. So dear Kolton took my car to the dealership to get it fixed. He scheduled an appointment for first thing in the morning, the first appointment of the day. He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong with it and which parts they needed to order in. He tried to tell the guy on the phone, but they wouldn't order them before they saw the car.

He got in there on time and sat for nearly two hours. Finally a guy came out and said, "So, we've just pulled your car in. Will you come show us what's wrong with it."    !!!!! I don't know what they were doing for those two hours but they were definitely not working on the car! So that was strike one. And then of course Kolton had been right about what the problem was and they didn't have the right parts so we had to schedule a return appointment. 

I got nominated to take the car in this morning. Now first of all, I'm a big dummy and knew the appointment was at 9:30 but got confused this morning and thought I didn't need to leave till 9:30. So I'm chilling around the house when all the sudden at 8:25 I realize that I needed to be leaving in the next 5 minutes in order to be there on time. So that was brilliant. But I was only about 15 minutes late and felt so bad that I called ahead to warn them. 

I finally get there at 9:45 and they pull my car in and lead me to the waiting room which has a TV and a bunch of magazines. I had asked for a rental car to drive around but they told me they didn't have any available, but DID have a shuttle service to take me somewhere. After Kolton's experience I knew that it probably wasn't going to be a super quick visit (two hours maximum, I figured) and didn't know where they could drop me off for two hours. So I started flipping through the magazines and am immediately disgusted. There are only golf, motorcycle, and Sports Illustrated magazines. Why on earth would they only have magazines geared towards men? Don't they realize that men always volunteer their wives for unpleasant tasks like taking the car in? Maybe I'm totally off base but at least they should have some kind of mix. I did actually find a New Era and settled in to read. 

As I'm reading people are coming in and out and I'm still sitting. On the bright side, there was a neat documentary about eggs on the TV. If you need to know anything about how egg products are produced and the steps involved there I could tell you about anything you need to know. 

Once the egg documentary was over a new one started about how cheese is made. Again, if you want to know about different varieties of cheese and how they are produced, I'm your girl. 

By the time the soybeans documentary had started I'd had just about enough, however. Mind you, this is at 12:30. So I called my mom because I knew she was headed into town. She was about to town and kindly agreed to come pick me up. Then I went to talk to the manager man that I had been working with. Throughout those 2-3 hours not one person had come to update me on the situation or check on me at all. Not that I needed "checked on" necessarily, but I had been sitting there for quite some time. Anyway, the guy told me that some of the sensors they were fixing were what was taking so long. It was about an hour and half job alone let alone with the other things they were fixing. But when I told him I was leaving he assured me that they were nearly done and kind of made me feel dumb for leaving. But I figured I could at least grab some lunch with my ma. 

So we take off and run errands and grab lunch. At 2:30. 2:30!!!! They call me and tell me that my car is done now and I can come grab it. I couldn't believe it and was so glad that I had left that dumb place. We were in the middle of some errands so I told them I'd be back in about an hour. 

We show up at 3:30 and my car is still in the shop. It hasn't been washed (which they had told me they had done), the hood is up, and I can tell someone is still working underneath it. 

When I go inside I ask the guy if they have finished with my car. "Oh yeah," he assured me. Then he happily took me back to pay my bill which about made my eyes pop out of my head. Then he leads me to my car and has me jump in and start it. Then he had me turn it off and sit while he checked the oil levels and talked to the guy that was still definitely changing the oil (which he had assured me on the phone that they had done). Meanwhile I'm sitting in my car doing my best annoyed face to my mom as she's doing it right back to me. 

FINALLY I pull my car out and unload some of the groceries I bought while my mom chews on the guy a little bit. By that point, steam is coming out of my ears but I just wanted to get the heck out of there and NEVER return. Apparently the guy wasn't as phased by her chewing as I usually am because he only offered his apologies. 

Anyway, that was an experience that I don't feel the need to top anytime soon because if you were keeping track that was six hours that I would have been sitting there if my mom hadn't been around. Apparently they had needed an extra part and had to wait for it to come in and then who knows what else they were doing because they definitely hadn't done any of the things they said they would. Man, that was not a fun day.