In my theory class. This is big news. BIG.
It means I don't fail life.
Peace.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Kay, fine, I'm pregnant. And Mike's really smart.
:)
I haven't written anything worthwhile here for a long time because everything I have to say is related to morning sickness, babies, etc.
The due date is officially January 9, 2011 (it was January 6 for a while, but my doctor made an executive decision), but my mother has already pointed out that I was two whole weeks late in the middle of July in Salt Lake City. Honestly, she never has forgiven me for that.
Anyway, so that's why, if you're my neighbors, I'm really boring and don't play volleyball. Trust me, if you saw me last year, you'd know it's NOT because I'm shy. I do come cheer on the teams and get rashes on my arms from all the crabgrass, though. That counts, right? You really don't want me to puke on you, do you?
Well, actually, the puking is almost over, or so they tell me. I'm officially 11 1/2 weeks right now, and I'm supposed to be almost done with that whole morning sickness thing. Some of the other girls in my ward said week 14. Yeah, I'm not seeing the end of any tunnels. You know how the people in the Statistics Office found out? Yeah, some professor came to clean out his fish tank in the copy room and I manifested my disapproval all over the front desk. They thought I was dying first, but when I recovered relatively quickly, they figured it out. Luckily they're all nice people. :)
My favorite part so far has been people's reactions. My mom shrieked and cried for a few minutes straight before I could put the phone back on my ear, my dad started loudly complaining that his hair and teeth were falling out and he could feel his face wrinkling up, and some of Mike's sisters actually didn't believe him. But I think the best one was when we told all my siblings in person over Memorial Day weekend. I announced right before family prayer that "we're going to have a baby." Everybody got all excited, except for my 10-year-old sister, who got this panicked look on her face and said, "um, can you at least wait until you get back to Utah?" Priceless. Absolutely priceless.
Now, in reference to the "Mike's really smart" part of my title, let me just tell you a completely ridiculous story. So Mike took the MCAT (Medical College Admissions Test) on May 21. This test is like the bane of all pre-meds' existences, and he spend $2500 and over six months getting ready for this test. Huge. Kind of determines our future. It's out of 45, but it's also curved, so getting a 35 is a pretty good score. I think the average acceptance score is like 33. The writing section is scored J through T, with T being a perfect score. Totally weird, but med schools don't really look at your writing score unless it's a tie-breaking issue. Seriously.
Anyhow, he was scheduled to get all of his scores back on June 22, so we've been anxiously awaiting this week with fingers crossed and eyes shut tight--with one corner squinted open. So yesterday right before my lunch break, Mike texts me that he didn't get the writing score he wanted (which is actually because his computer randomly shut down in the middle of the writing portion of the test). Of course my response was "WHAT WAS YOUR REAL SCORE?!?!?!?" To which I received . . . no answer. The twerp.
As soon as I got home for lunch, he showed me that he did SUPER WELL (Mr. Humility is too embarrassed to let me put the actual score up. You'd think as his wife I'd have some bragging rights . . .). We have a FUTURE! He never did as well as that on any of the practice tests! And all he was doing was complaining about his bad writing score. The twerp.
Anyways, that's my life. Pretty nauseous. But extremely happy!!
I haven't written anything worthwhile here for a long time because everything I have to say is related to morning sickness, babies, etc.
The due date is officially January 9, 2011 (it was January 6 for a while, but my doctor made an executive decision), but my mother has already pointed out that I was two whole weeks late in the middle of July in Salt Lake City. Honestly, she never has forgiven me for that.
Anyway, so that's why, if you're my neighbors, I'm really boring and don't play volleyball. Trust me, if you saw me last year, you'd know it's NOT because I'm shy. I do come cheer on the teams and get rashes on my arms from all the crabgrass, though. That counts, right? You really don't want me to puke on you, do you?
Well, actually, the puking is almost over, or so they tell me. I'm officially 11 1/2 weeks right now, and I'm supposed to be almost done with that whole morning sickness thing. Some of the other girls in my ward said week 14. Yeah, I'm not seeing the end of any tunnels. You know how the people in the Statistics Office found out? Yeah, some professor came to clean out his fish tank in the copy room and I manifested my disapproval all over the front desk. They thought I was dying first, but when I recovered relatively quickly, they figured it out. Luckily they're all nice people. :)
My favorite part so far has been people's reactions. My mom shrieked and cried for a few minutes straight before I could put the phone back on my ear, my dad started loudly complaining that his hair and teeth were falling out and he could feel his face wrinkling up, and some of Mike's sisters actually didn't believe him. But I think the best one was when we told all my siblings in person over Memorial Day weekend. I announced right before family prayer that "we're going to have a baby." Everybody got all excited, except for my 10-year-old sister, who got this panicked look on her face and said, "um, can you at least wait until you get back to Utah?" Priceless. Absolutely priceless.
Now, in reference to the "Mike's really smart" part of my title, let me just tell you a completely ridiculous story. So Mike took the MCAT (Medical College Admissions Test) on May 21. This test is like the bane of all pre-meds' existences, and he spend $2500 and over six months getting ready for this test. Huge. Kind of determines our future. It's out of 45, but it's also curved, so getting a 35 is a pretty good score. I think the average acceptance score is like 33. The writing section is scored J through T, with T being a perfect score. Totally weird, but med schools don't really look at your writing score unless it's a tie-breaking issue. Seriously.
Anyhow, he was scheduled to get all of his scores back on June 22, so we've been anxiously awaiting this week with fingers crossed and eyes shut tight--with one corner squinted open. So yesterday right before my lunch break, Mike texts me that he didn't get the writing score he wanted (which is actually because his computer randomly shut down in the middle of the writing portion of the test). Of course my response was "WHAT WAS YOUR REAL SCORE?!?!?!?" To which I received . . . no answer. The twerp.
As soon as I got home for lunch, he showed me that he did SUPER WELL (Mr. Humility is too embarrassed to let me put the actual score up. You'd think as his wife I'd have some bragging rights . . .). We have a FUTURE! He never did as well as that on any of the practice tests! And all he was doing was complaining about his bad writing score. The twerp.
Anyways, that's my life. Pretty nauseous. But extremely happy!!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
See? I'm being good by neglecting my blog!
Yesterday, Mike read the article in this month's Ensign by Elder Bednar about keeping contact with the physical world, and enjoying our mortal existence and the bodies we have been blessed with by not becoming dependent on electronics or the internet. Part of it, according to Mike, said that excessive blogging counts as internet addiction, and tells a story of a mom who stopped enjoying spending time with her kids because everytime something happened, she started fretting about what to write on her blog about that.
My conclusion: when I forget about this blog and don't post more than once a month (that much if you're lucky) it just means I'm keeping the commandments. Ha.
My conclusion: when I forget about this blog and don't post more than once a month (that much if you're lucky) it just means I'm keeping the commandments. Ha.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Another day for you and me in para. . . statistics . . .
Yeah . . . nothing cool to report.
Except that I'm officially the morning secretary here for the rest of Spring Term. For some reason, Ruth decided that I should always start the front instead of alternating with Rachel, who really is a front desk secretary. I don't get it either. She said something about transition, because Rachel won't be here after Spring, but come Summer Term, I'll always be in the back and Noelle will the the all-day front desk secretary. I dunno. This arrangement just seems a little odd to me.
In other news, Mike took the MCAT a week and half ago. We don't find out what his score was until June 22, but he hasn't been able to give me any kind of impressions on how he felt he did. Whenever he thinks he failed, he usually gets a high score, and whenever he's really confident, he has totally failed. So I don't really want to ask him either. We'll see on the 22nd.
Nobody's coming to the Statistics Department. Ever. It's been so slow today. I haven't even had other professors in their offices here with music I can listen in to. I have to procure my own. So I'm listening to Tears for Fears. Yes, I'm serious. Don't judge.
I'm also living on goldfish crackers. They're kind of my staple. I wish I had brought a sandwich . . . a nice ham sandwich with lettuce and tomato and miracle whip . . . mmmmmm . . .
Oh well. Was this incoherent enough for you?
Except that I'm officially the morning secretary here for the rest of Spring Term. For some reason, Ruth decided that I should always start the front instead of alternating with Rachel, who really is a front desk secretary. I don't get it either. She said something about transition, because Rachel won't be here after Spring, but come Summer Term, I'll always be in the back and Noelle will the the all-day front desk secretary. I dunno. This arrangement just seems a little odd to me.
In other news, Mike took the MCAT a week and half ago. We don't find out what his score was until June 22, but he hasn't been able to give me any kind of impressions on how he felt he did. Whenever he thinks he failed, he usually gets a high score, and whenever he's really confident, he has totally failed. So I don't really want to ask him either. We'll see on the 22nd.
Nobody's coming to the Statistics Department. Ever. It's been so slow today. I haven't even had other professors in their offices here with music I can listen in to. I have to procure my own. So I'm listening to Tears for Fears. Yes, I'm serious. Don't judge.
I'm also living on goldfish crackers. They're kind of my staple. I wish I had brought a sandwich . . . a nice ham sandwich with lettuce and tomato and miracle whip . . . mmmmmm . . .
Oh well. Was this incoherent enough for you?
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