Number 4,573,689,882,445,450.2 Why I Love Dan

So this past saturday I tested just how much Dan loved me. Or maybe it was just payback for being back stabbed. No I told him about 6 hours earlier what I was going to put him through, then he stabbed me in the back... hhhmmm are you seeing a pattern here? Ok so I guess I was just testing his love. He passed with flying colors. Not only did he suffer through a SEVEN, thats right SEVEN, hour birthing class with me, he didnt even complain. He was ultra supportive and patient about me monopolizing his saturday with breathing techniques, birthing videos, sickening imgages of afterbirth, comfort techniques, learning all sorts of stuff even breast feeding. It really was a good class and we learned a bunch, it will be nice not being in the dark when it comes time for it all to happen, I just dont think 7 hours is really neccessary. But hey at least we will be more ready and at least I know Dan REALLY REALLY REALLY loves me.

Doc Appointment

I went to the ob/gyn clinic again on friday for another checkup. So far everything looks good still. There was a heart beat, he is moving around, I still measure where I am, my bp was 118/76, no protien in the urine, the only thing I need to work on is my weight, I have been right on the dot for weight gain at all my previous appointment but this time I gained a bit more than I should have, hence I made dan take me to Costco to pick up some vegis and fruits, I need to take it easy on the junk food. Time to behave. I have become a serious junk food junkie, I really need to get undercontrol. Im a tad horrified by the thought of gaining to much weight, my grandma gained 80 pounds when she had my dad!! 80!!! YIKES. no more junk food. no more junk food. no more junk food. Come on chant it with me. no more junk food. no more junk food.

Back Stabber

So a couple months ago Dan and I were in bed snoozing away when I had some strange dream and I reached over and SOFTLY punched Dan in the face. He woke up startled saying "What the hell," I felt so bad and weird that I did that that I decided to play like I was still asleep.... the next morning he questioned me about it, and I couldnt lie and say I slept through the whole ordeal, so he brought it up over and over again about how horrible I was for punching my sleeping husband in the face. I did feel pretty bad, but not anymore. Around 6 am on saturday I was comfortably sleeping on my side facing away from him when suddenly someone punches me on the side of my back. I wake up startled say OW OW OW OW, WHAT WAS THAT FOR????? He then realizes what happened and is a tad horrified about it and rubs my back saying IM SORRY IM SORRY. So when we finally get up a couple hours later I ask him what he was thinking, he said he was having a dream that he was playing in one of his xbox games and came up behind a guy and was going to stab him in the back..... to bad his 7 month pregnant wife turned out to be the victim. So now I think I have the upper hand sure I may have punched my sleeping husband in the face but at least I wasnt the one to punch my sleeping pregnant wife in the back. Poor Dan he really was a bit mortified. But maybe they were right about the violence being connected to video games?? I just cant be sure. Dont worry Dan I love you.

Moving Day

Yesterday we packed up and moved everything that was occupying the soon to be baby room, there was a TON of stuff. On Saturday my mom came up and we loaded it all in the trailer, or rather Mom, Dan and Jon loaded it for me. I'm sure my support helped though... right? Then Monday night we had our realtor stop by and look around and Dan talked with him about questions and how we can expect things to go. He said one thing that would help is if we took out the freezer and the love sac and Dan's guns to make it look roomier and so no one would want the guns for their own. I worked till midnight on monday and got home and tried to fall asleep of course Jack was kicking like crazy so I couldnt sleep forever, then I had to get up to the bathroom twice, a fun 6 hours of sleep. Soooo, around 6:45 on Tuesday morning my mom shows up and they had a blast loading up the freezer and the saran wrapped love sac..... that's always a fun job. We drove to Idaho and unloaded all the fun contents, it makes me wonder how we accumulate so much stuff. Dan's parents just barely left the day before for the mission field so generously they said we could store all of this junk in their house. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. Also what made it so fast and easy was Aaron and Kara helped us unload, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. They were great, it seriously went by so fast, then to top it off they made us Delicious BBQ hamburgers. The Miller family is always so generous and kind, I really do appreciate all the support and help they constantly give us. And a huge thanks to my mom for letting us use the trailer and for driving with us to Idaho. Families are amazing. Dan and I were completely wasted when we got home, we went to bed at 8 and slept FOREVER. I will be so glad when I dont have to work anymore.

Run for a Cure

So I was watching my favorite TV show "The Office", which airs again starting Septmeber 25. Anyways I was thinking about a certain episode where Micheal Scott and Dunder Mifflin do a Support the Rabid Celebrity pro-am Fun Run for a Cure. If you havnt seen it yet you need to. So I was thinking about other "fun runs for a cure" that would be funny.... and this is my idea. The FIRST ANNUAL PRO-AM SUPPORT OBESITY FUN RUN FOR A CURE. hahaha the irony is golden. The thought was just strangly amusing to me. Dan said the the slogan on the tshirts could say something along the lines of "the run is the cure." I guess I am just waiting for one of those runs to be held.... heres a good quote from the office. Michael Scott: Myth: Three Americans every year die from rabies. Fact: Four Americans every year die from rabies.

The Crown Jewels....

Carol was getting ready for the horse show on Tuesday and to make sure everything was set up right they put her in her outfit (minus the boots) to see if all was ready. Then they thought it would be just hilarious to put my Uinta County Fair Queen crown on her and email me the pictures as a joke. Carol LOVED the whole ordeal, and apparently asked "do I get to wear this tomorrow??" Much to her dismay I don't think a massive towering crown would be appropriate for a horse show.... maybe next time.

Martin Cousin Family Reunion

This past weekend Dan and I went up to Montpelier, Idaho and to Bear Lake for the Martin Family Cousin reunion. I havn't seen many of my cousins for a LONG LONG time. It was so much fun even though Dan and I camped at a hotel instead of in a tent. I just didn't feel up to real camping. We all got together and played some games, talked, went to a pioneer museum, and finally to Bear Lake to play in the water. Dan and the rest of them had a great time playing with the wave runners that my Aunt Susie rented. I was stuck on the beach or wading in the water. No bumpy rides for me and Jack. Even though it was a short trip I was so glad I went.Above Left: Dan in all his glory with the wave runner. Above Right: Grandpa Martin chillin' in the sun. Above Center: Grandpa Martin, Aunt Charie, cousin Viola, and Aunt Susie.

Gram's and Carol's First Horse Show

My 5 year old niece Carol-Anne has been taking horse riding lessons from my mom and they decided to venture out and participate in an open horse show. Carol has been really excited and has been working hard to prepare like cleaning her tack (funny tidbit that used to be my saddle), riding with gram and practicing technique. Since gram is a total genius at teaching this stuff, Carol has come a long way in one summer. She rides very nice and is very good about remembering and adding onto what she has learned all ready. Carol and Butter (one of papa's roping horses) make a good team. She even got to wear one of Papa's new belt buckles that matched her fancy horse show outfit. I decided it would be fun to go up and watch them on Wednesday morning and see how Gram and Carol did.

The above picture is of Carol and Gram in 6 and under lead line. She was so darn cute. And smiled so big for the judge, look at that great technique her heals are pointed down her right hand over her belly button, left hand holding the split reins perfectly and in the perfect spot, and her center of gravity is right on. Not bad at all for being 5. They ended up winning 2nd place and a trophy. I think I was about this age maybe a year younger when I did my first leadline with my dad. I will have to get an old photo of that and put her and me side by side and have a good laugh at what a dork I was.
This is after she won 5th place in showmanship at halter with gram. I wish you could see her face a bit closer, she was beaming. It was her first ribbon and "golden horse" trophy ever!














Doesn't Butter look so nice and clean? Carol scrubbed and scrubbed with pink soap to make him perfect. The above picture on the right is the judge doing her walk around during showmanship at halter. All in all I was so glad that I went, Carol rode in my car on the way home to grams after, the poor girl was so tired and yet tickled with herself she literally clung to her ribbons hugging them to her chest the entire way home, and kept telling me and everyone else "I got 2 ribbons and red and pink one, and 2 golden horse trophies, that makes 4 right?" Funny girl.

Medical Records

I went to work yesterday and looked up my chart to see how my labs were from the day before. My hematocrit was normal, and my blood glucose was 81. Not bad, not bad at all. I'm glad I wont have to take the longer glucose test, I'm almost glad I don't have to wait forever to know the results.

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Just Another Day at the Hospital....

So I decided on my day off of work it would be fun to go into work and have my glucose test and my hematocrit taken. I have to say that drink isn't THAT bad, it just tastes like Hawaiian punch gone wrong. It was strange though after I drank it about 45 minutes later I was sooo tired, i was trying to read my book and could hardly concentrate, and all day since then I have felt exhausted. I'm not sure what my glucose is but the nice thing is I can go to work tomorrow and look up my chart and not have to wait to find out, its a bonus in some strange way.

Idaho

Dan's parents are going out into the mission again to Yap (if you dont know where Yap is, like most of us, I suggest google maps). They are leaving August 18th so we decided to rearrange our plans a bit and go visit them this past weekend before they leave. So of course all the crazy Miller males had some plan for a project, this time it happened to be cutting down trees with a chain saw while suspended in the air in a little basket. I sat on the stairs while Dan and Eric had a go at it. IT WAS TERRIFIYING. I dont know if it was just my pregnant mind getting the best of me but while they began I couldnt keep these images from zooming through my head:

1. Eric with the chain saw, losing balance or forgetting about dan, dan getting his head sawed off.

2. Eric with the chain saw, losing balance while cutting and sawing dan's arm off.

3. the basket getting to wobbly and dan falling to his death.

4. Dan cutting a tree at a bad angle and having it fall and crush him to death.

5. a big portion of the tree falling on the propane tank below, everything blowing up and dying.

There were a couple more variations but I think you get my point. Funny thing was suzie called and said to her mom to tell dan that his baby needs a father, EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING THE ENTIRE TIME. Also an irony of this whole ordeal was what actually met its death turned out to be the chain saw after jason dropped it. Im glad that all the men made it out alive, I suppose I should be remorseful about the saw, but im not, not after the things that went through my mind. I should trust that they all knew what they were doing but you know how that goes, all I can say is thankyou Kara for distracting me with baby clothes.

Doc appointment

On friday I went in for another routine checkup. I was supposed to have my glucose checked, I didnt really know if I needed to fast or not. So I called in awhile ago and my first answer was no you dong need to do anything. People I talked to kept telling my different so closer to my appointment I decided to call in again for a second opinion, the next lady said I needed to fast all day till my appointment at 1:30. I thought wow this is not going to be fun. I later talked to suzie who said that that was kind of strange and I could probably just take it easy on food a couple hours prior to the test. I called in AGAIN to ask for a third opion, the lady basically agreed with suzie. So friday morning I sleep in super late since I worked late the night before, so I decided well maybe I shouldnt eat anything till the appointment since it is so close. I get there at 1:30 and I am starting to feel pretty hungry and a little nauseated. Apparently my doc was running behind so they sent in the poor medical student instead to talk to me first. So we talked, I told him everything felt normal yadda yadda yadda I answered all the questions, he timidly asked if he could measure me. I said of course, I dont care what you do I know you need the practice, and I happen to be an excellent guinie pig. So he measured, did some small talk and found out that I work at the hospital too. That seemed to put him at ease so he asked if I would let him try to find the heartbeat. Sure why not. So he is searching around for the jelly and its right in front of his face so i kindly point it out, poor guy was nervous. He told me not to be nervous if he couldnt find it, it doesnt mean anything is wrong just he is new at this, I assured him I wasnt going to freak out and pretty soon my belly was smeared with jelly, but he did find it. So then we didnt know what to do so he looked at my chart a bit and we talked about kick counts and the glucola thing. He dedided to go see if the doc was ready yet. That was around 2. At around 2:15 he came back in sheepishly (they send the med students to try to distract the patient while they wait) and said it would still me a minute but he said he could do a really good full scale assessment on me, so he did the reflex thing and listened to my heart and lungs yadda yadda yadda, it was like a free physical exam. kind of strange but what else were we going to do, like I said Im an excellent guinie pig. FINALLY my doc came in around 2:30, did the measurement asked how things were going said I could go over to the lab anytime in the next week to do the glucose check, and that I didnt need to fast at all. So much for feeling down right terrible and nauseated and starving. (i decided to skip it that day and go to the training table for some fabulous cheese fries and take the test on tuesday). But all in all everything was normal, no protein the the urine, bp was 110/58, I gained 6 pounds (maybe the cheese fries werent such a good idea YIKES). So now I just wait till that poor medical student does a rotation on my floor. The first med student I had was there for my pap smear, that was a little ackward and yet very funny. Its all in the name of science right?