Tagged By Nicole

Tagged By Nicole

I am: Mary Christine Poulson Smith
I think: way too much.
I have: the best life.
I dislike: when the bottom of my jeans get wet in the rain.
I miss: my family.
I fear: any complications with our little boy.
I feel: so blessed.
I hear: our space heater.
I smell: the orange juice sitting next to me.
I crave: chocolate...constantly.
I cry: for no reason. I'm pregnant, remember?
I usually: can be found in sweat pants.
I search: ponder and pray.
I wonder: what our little boy will look like and when he will come!!
I regret: nothing.
I wish: Harrison didn't have to go to school, and I didn't have to work.
I love: My Hubby.
I care: about my friends and family.
I always: have something I should be doing, that I'm probably not...
I worry: about some things...who doesn't?
I am not: cleaning like I should be :)
I remember: the strangest things
I believe: the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
I sing: in the car.
I don't always: want to go to work.
I write: with my right hand.
I win: when I play Harrison in Pass the Pigs. Ha!!
I lose: when I play Harrison in Monopoly. :(
I listen: to the radio.
I don't understand: how I got so lucky.
I can usually be found: at work, or home with the hubs.
I need: to go grocery shopping.
I forget: the names of new people I meet...I'm terrible!!
I am happy: when I'm doing the things that make me happy :)

I Tag: Merrick, Liz, and Brittany Dock...you're welcome :)

The Right Answer

A year ago today I made the best decision of my life ;) October 20 marks the first anniversary of the day Harrison and I got engaged. It's true, the following three months were stressful, and sometimes painful, but the past 9 months have been truly amazing. Harrison is everything I've ever wanted in an eternal companion and more. I feel so blessed to have him all to myself!! And now in just a few months we will welcome out little boy into our lives. Can a girl be any luckier? I think not.

Are we there yet?

26 weeks...and counting. I cannot wait for this precious little boy to come into our lives. It's getting harder and harder to work. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I love the people I work with (although my boss is slightly insane...but who's boss isn't??) it pays well, especially for Provo, and it's been super flexible with my pregnancy and whatever time I need off for "mommy matters". So why do I want to be done? I don't want it to be my main priority anymore. Of course Harrison is my #1, but I spend 8+ hours a day doing things that make no impact in my personal life or the future to come. I do get satisfaction from a hard day's work, but I want to get satisfaction from a Mom day's work. I want to put all my energy into caring for our little boy and to being a better wife (I will cook more...I will cook more....) I told my job I'd work until Christmas so I only have a little over two months to go!!

I do have a confession however. This morning I used this pregnancy to my advantage. I may have called into work telling them I would be late due to the bad night's sleep I had..which is entirely true. Little Jack, (there I publicly announced the name we're planning on) likes to kick and it mostly comes when I'm trying to sleep. I told them I would be in a couple hours later...I told you, I have the best job ever. Not only that but I was an evil influence on Harrison and convinced him to play hookie and miss his first class. This was a first for him this semester, and probably a last...he's not the college student I once was. We hardly see each other much anymore between school, ROTC, studying, work, church meetings...we're SO busy!! So we spent the morning together and it was SO wonderful :) He brought me breakfast in bed (he's so sweet) and we played a few games of "Pass the Pigs". If you haven't played before...buy it, play it, love it. Then it was off to our normal day. But it was so wonderful to get some extra time with him this morning. Thank goodness for days like today.

Here is the latest belly shot. The lighting turned out a little strange so I made it black and white.