Gonna be a daddy

So I don't know if you noticed, but I did, and I'm doing terrible at blogging. This does not surprise me. Diana and I have been keeping a secret from a great many of you (I suppose that means 2 out of the 3 readers I have). Yep, we are pregnant. I guess it's really just her, but I'm right there with her, rubbing her feet and dishing out sympathy for her constant nausea. I never quite realized what a parasite a kid would be even before they escape the womb. I'm not too great on keeping track of numbers and dates, but I imagine that she's around 13 weeks along. We get the ultrasound to find out what we're having sometime in November and the baby is due around April 7th. I'm holding out for the 16th so it'll be born on my half birthday, but Diana doesn't seem too keen on this idea. I want a son but I'm convinced it'll be a girl, and Diana is convinced it's a boy but wants a daughter. My reasoning for wanting a boy is that I think I can make more mistakes raising a boy and not mess them up emotionally than I could with a girl. Personally I'm terrified about girls. I can deal with a boy if he's like me, but I don't want to have to deal with a daughter and worry about boys like me!  So In hopes of having a boy, here's a great blog that I found that offers great advice, and rules to live by for any guy. I go through it occasionally and find things I should do or remember. 


We didn't tell anyone, minus family and some very close friends till recently. We've decided to start expanding the circle of people who know, prompted by  the fact that Diana's Relief Society President announced the pregnancies of everyone in the ward in their meeting on Sunday, so everyone in church now knows. I couldn't understand Diana's initial hesitation to announce it to the world, but as my good friend Amy said "I just hate hearing everyone's pregnancy horror stories when you tell someone you are pregnant. And then they want to feel your stomach as if pregnancy makes that okay." And sure enough, we didn't make it to sacrament meeting without having several people come up to us and tell us their pregnancy horror stories. We've avoided any stomach touching for now. 


 On the other  hand, I've complied a  huge and surprising list of smells and sounds that will make Diana want to throw up! Her sudden revulsion to a myriad of food means that I get to buy lots of foods that I like that I normally wouldn't buy, like ALL the yogurt that I like but she doesn't. (My life is sad) It's quite liberating, as long as I keep her stocked up on cherry tomatoes and baby carrots. What this means for the future? IF everything works out the way I hope it does, I'll be getting a new full time job either in Utah or out, either one implies moving somewhere else, starting Grad school in January, dealing with a new born of some sort and a freshly un-pregnanted wife. Life is going to be busy. Good, but busy.

My salsa woes

        I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to remember what types of salsa are hotter than others. I'm not talking about your fancy salsas that don't offer any suggestion about what their temperature is, I'm taking the ones with labels. I have "hot" down, that's the one I'd probably like but nobody else in the house will eat. My issues come from medium and mild. As I type this I realize that medium is the middle, but when I'm at a store, or in line ordering, that part of my brain is taking a walk. Luckily I'm mostly with Diana when I'm faced with those situations, so I just ask her which type I like. I'm sure in her head she's thinking she didn't sign up to marry a guy who would develop a memory disease this early in the game.
 
         I bring this up because today I was grocery shopping and I was craving some salsa. I decided to go for some local brand type stuff, Here's where I got confused: The hot salsa had red lettering and coloring, the mild had yellow and the medium had green. Wouldn't you be confused if you were going off of the description of the bottle? In the back of my head I was thinking I wanted medium, I even had it in my hand for a minute. But then logic took over, "they wouldn't put yellow labeling on the weak stuff and green labeling on the good stuff" I thought. Confident that I had finally gotten it right, I walked out of the store, purchases in hand.

            As I sit here writing this, eating the tamest salsa I've ever had (pretty sure I've had ketchup with  more kick) , I'm trying to burn this experience into my brain so that this will never happen again. But then, if I can't even remember something as simple as this, what else could I get away with forgetting?

Announcement

Hey all, it's been forever since I've written, and I have all the usual excuses too! School and my brand new wife (well maybe not brand new, slightly used but in like new condition might be a more E-bay appropriate description) keep me busy enough. I'm going to summer school this summer, taking 8 credits of Spanish so I don't have to go to school next spring. We've been taking trips around Utah and enjoying the summer as much as we can. I'm going to try to do better about blogging more frequently, because you know, my life is so interesting! Hope all is well with you, I'll talk to you later.