With everything going on in our lives right now, that's my new mantra. It is borrowed from my favorite first grade client, who included this statement in her closing prayer after family home evening.
Makes me pumped for kids.
...whiiiiich is a great segue on the hapennings of the Scurr town-household. We are having a BABY BOY this FALL!! I don't think there are words to explain how thrilled we are!
I journal about my pregnancy, but I am regretting not sharing more if it with family (who I'm pretty confident are the only ones reading this, which is perfect)! Since I know for a fact I will not be writing "THE LABOR STORY" in any detail, mostly because I'd rather not relive the medical aspects, I'll include other parts. Like the conception story.
I DO want to remember how I felt when we learned we were having a baby. If this is too personal, stop reading so your eyes don't burn out.
After trying for a little while, and having people make ridiculous comments ("Oh, do you not want kids?" "How old are you? Have you tried?" "Do you think you'll have kids soon? Or are you trying? Because if you are, I have a friend who knows things about fertility." "We are SO ready for you to have kids." "You shouldn't wait too long if you want babies. I was watching Dr. Oz at the gym, and he said...""I can't wait to get away from my kids, so don't have any soon." "When the heck are you guys going to have kids? Our kids need to be frieeeeends.") I started to get concerned/disappointed/irate. Like, irate as in irrationally irate. Actually, I would like to take this moment to pat myself on the back for demonstrating super human restraint and not decking anyone in the mouth. It came close. Maybe it's just me, but I found all (ALL) statements pertaining to my reproductive life semi-personal, and the LDS culture's impudence on such a delicate subject stirred up some annnnger.
Is it just Mormons?
Anyway, I know I was/am hyper sensitive to that. Still.
That being said, the constant reminders from clients/friends didn't ease any worries I was starting to have. We didn't try for years or anything, but with my mom's history of fertility issues + comments all day long, I was getting more uneasy.
As far as I was concerned, pregnancy tests were more or less an 8-ball. Your future is determined in just one action, and regardless of how long I stared, that little stick was always firm on it's answer.
Then, one miraculous time, I decided it was time to get my routine "NO NO NO NO WAY NO" answer from the all-knowing First Response 8-stick, this time a couple days earlier than usual. I had a fun day planned the following day with some family that just came in town, and I figured that would be a good distraction to my inevitable disappointment. As with every other time, I tried to peel my eyes away from the stick for at least a minute. 20 seconds is usually about all I lasted, after distracting myself with some bathroom baseboard wiping. To my absolute shock, there was a little, tiny, miniscule, faint trace of a second line. The "YES" LINE! I was so absorbed in staring at it, I didn't blink. I couldn't breathe, either, because I couldn't chance making that line go away. My contacts started to get fuzzy. I couldn't blink because then they'd bend. (There was a lot of contact reasoning in my head for about 10 seconds.) I was trying to wave away that little, happy hopeful feeling floating up into my chest, because I thought I was seeing things. I stared for about another full minute before grabbing my phone and Google-ing "positive pregnancy test" images. After comparing, I realized it. Was. Real. I breathed again. And I stared. And I cried. And I laughed.
I ran to get Brian, who took his time coming into the room. I told him it was an emergency, and I felt his response time was inadequate for an emergency situation. When he came in, he looked at me with the test, and all he said was, "...do you think?" We looked at the developing second line on the test and laughed and (I) cried and laughed and (we) cried. Then we laughed again. We spent the rest of the night discussing all things baby and laughing some more.
Hindsight is always 20/20, but I do feel like having taken a little longer to get this baby will make me more appreciative of him than what I may have been. Otherwise, I would probably be a real whiner about pregnancy symptoms. How could I sincerely complain about getting to experience a miracle I'd prayed for?!
This may be too much information, but we are feeling SO beyond blessed and are so grateful and ecstatic to share our joy with family and friends!
PS- If any of this leads you to believe I'm going to be an unquestionably crazy mom, I would support you in that thought. I'm a little worried.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Posted by Ashton + Brian
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Posted by Ashton + Brian
Ashton. It’s Ashton, in case you forgot. Is anyone still out there? I’ve resolved to post more often during 2013, but it may just benefit my grandma. Hi, Grandma!
Before I let more random thoughts (and confessionals, apparently) manifest themselves on this blog, I think I need to do a little catching up. Here is what Brian and I have been doing for four months:
Made a trip to St. George with the Scurr family to see some plays at Tuacahn.
I turned 26, and wore an awesome sequin skirt to dinner at Voodoo Steak. The “jumbo prawns” there were a total rip-off, but I enjoyed wearing my mermaid skirt enough to overlook the food.
I went to oodles of baby/bridal showers. Most memorable was a bachelorette party at a hotel that happened to be sponsoring a “Hog Wild” biker convention that same weekend. You can imagine the parking situation. It was an unintentionally hard-core bachelorette party, and I was proud to have been wearing my leather pants…or pleather leggings, whatever.
A client gave me tickets to BIEBER.
Brian escorted me back to my motherland-The Land of Enchantment. For most people, knowing which state is the most enchanting is common sense. For those of you who are a little sloooowerrr, it’s New Mexico. We started the trip with Brian leaving his iPad in the baggage claim, but a kind soul turned it into the Lost and Found. Albuquerque breeds some honest people, if you don’t count the gang members. I’m sure at one point they harbored hearts of gold, too, but disintegrated over time as a result of all that heartburn from spicy New Mexican food.
I did the most gorgeous bride’s hair for her big day, gave Brian a tour of Albuquerque, introduced him to (the best food in the world, but just one example would be the) pepperoni and green chili pizza at Dion’s, and checked out my old ‘hood.
The journey to my youth brought back memories of my new Las Vegas classmates applauding me for speaking such fluent English after they learned I had moved from New Mexico. While I agree that I’m adequately proficient in the English language, I attribute that more to being an American than being a quick learner. Many were equally impressed to know I did not have a green card, and I wasn’t upset to move away from the beach. Be concerned that this was a weekly occurrence for a whole semester.
I didn’t mind the comments, just a little disturbed that these warm praises came from people who were trusted with driver’s licenses.
As I looked through my iPhone pictures, I was embarrassed to remember I wore the previously mentioned birthday/mermaid/sequin skirt to a rehearsal dinner. I text this to another girl asking if it was appropriate to wear:
She said yes.
No, no, no. In hindsight, this is not okay. But, it happened, and now I'm embarrassed. This picture provokes eye rolling and laughter all in one. ("You can take the girl out of Vegas..".)
We had a Halloween party. I'll spare you another provocative cow costume photo.
Surprised my cousin in Utah for her baby’s blessing. What a doll.
I stopped following Jef Holm on Instagram.
Drove to Disneyland to see the magical Christmas decor before it became a giant churro-craving mosh pit.
Thanksgiving in Las Vegas. This holiday was stolen from the Scurrs due to Brian’s working Black Friday. Dun dun dun.
Brian had an intensely organized cream soda taste testing.
Again, I'll refrain from pictures. But-did you know clams have organs? That's why I was only all about them for a second. Too bad, because I bought 5 lbs of them at Costco's Seafood Roadshow.
Now do you remember me? I'm looking forward to regular blog therapy in 2013.