Pay It Forward

I love giveaway blogs, but I love them even more when I WIN! And I did on my friend Molly's blog a couple of weeks ago, so I'm paying it forward.

What will you win? Something homemade. The options are endless, but it'll probably be something tole painted, made out of raffia or a type of glass blown figurine. Just something you'll for sure be wanting to place in a prominent spot in your house.

When will you receive it? Sometime before the end of summer. It'll be a wonderful summer surprise!

How many winners will there be? Three (that increases your chances of winning!!).

I'll give ya until the end of Saturday before I draw the winners. If you win, I'll give you my email address so you can give me a clue as to what you like (colors, decor, letters in the alphabet, things like that) so I can think up something special just for you. Hopefully it will be something that won't end up in your garbage 30 seconds after you open it, but I can't make any promises. It should be fun either way though, right?

Enter NOW!

Penny For Your Thoughts

Sometimes this blog is a chore. I feel like I have to get something posted at least once a week, whether I have something to say or not. It's all I can do to keep the blog afloat. So here are some thoughts for this week. They're almost all related to pregnancy. Sorry, it's my life now.

When I first got pregnant I had this issue-some of you know what I'm talking about. My doctor gave me some medicine that has caused me to have an opposite issue. I don't know which side of the issue is worse. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing.

When I tell Ben I have a baby in my belly, he always says, "Me too, mama! I have a baby in my belly!" Then he lifts his shirt and pats his stomach and says, "Oh, that would be fun" (his newest phrase he says for everything). He kills me.

Do you have a favorite salad dressing? Will you share it with me? I'm generally a blue cheese or ranch kind of girl, but I hear soft cheeses during pregnancies are a no-no and lately ranch has been making me barf in my mouth (classy, I know). On the other hand, I've been really craving salads, but I can't eat an undressed salad. Have you ever heard of something so ridiculous? So will ya help a girl out and tell me what your favorite dressing is? And then please tell me you can buy it at the store.

Speaking of food, I don't fit in my clothes anymore. I'm down to two pairs of pants, only one of which I can button. I got fat fast with Ben, but this is a little insane. You know it's bad when at SIX WEEKS your husband is wondering if there are twins in there. And when you tell people you're pregnant the first thing out of their mouth is, "I was wondering..." It's sad. It's depressing. It's only temporary (I have to keep telling myself that).

Ben has this new thing where he loves to introduce us. The other day at the dinner table he said, while pointing us out, "Hi John, this is Liz." He introduces us to each other almost daily. He also likes to introduce us to grandmas and animals. I think he likes to make sure everyone feels welcome and comfortable.

I think that'll do for this week. I'm out!

I'm Procrastinating

I'm going out of town tomorrow. Back to St. George, this time with my boys for the Utah Bar convention. I've got a boat load of crap to do today: laundry, house cleaning, car cleaning, packing for me and the boy, visiting my sister who I haven't seen all week and who will be out of town next week. I can't not see her for two weeks in a row, I will die. I need to try to apply some self tanner if I'm gonna be putting on a swim suit. Boy oh boy, if you could see my winter glow; the whiteness of my skin would blind you.

But what have I done today? Not a single thing. I've sat around the house watching Troy Bolton sing and play basketball. Again. I did that yesterday, too. I'm just so freaking lazy, you guys. The longer my list gets, the more procrastinating I do. Which is why I'm blogging.

But now I'm bored with this, too. Wish me luck for the four hour car ride with a two year old! Or rather, wish John luck. I'll be taking Dramamine and that always knocks me out cold. I'm a good wife and mom.

Do You Love Lost?

Are you freaking out as much as I am over tonight's episode? Seriously, I don't know if it's these pregnancy hormones or what, but I was almost in tears over my love of Lost tonight.

You know I'm Sawyer's biggest fan. I've been his fan since Day One. I like him a little bit more than my husband is comfortable with. So to watch an episode pretty much devoted to him (ok, and the guys with him), was just heaven on earth for me. I was dying, DYING, when he saw Freckles (which is how I pathetically think of Kate when Sawyer is near her) get out of the van.

I was freaking out (out loud) when he was telling that red headed guy about the girl he once loved and how he forgot her face. John had to calm me down by telling me Sawyer is a con artist and he was only lying. But did he look like he was lying? I think he really did forget her face. Maybe not her freckles, but her face. (I really am so pathetic.) But when he saw her at the end... there were almost tears. From me and from Sawyer.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm glad Juliette and Sawyer could find some love and laughter together. But I'm sorry, this is TV, not real life, and I ultimately need Sawyer and Kate to be together. In my heart and in my head I know they are meant to be. Jack and Juliette can pick up where they left off. You know Kate was never really serious about Jack. She's so wishy-washy with him. Her feeling for Sawyer are true.

This obsession is worse than the whole Pam and Jim thing when Pam was still engaged to Roy. Those TV writers and their stupid love triangles. They hook me every time.

P.S. Any guesses on who the baby boy was/is??

My (Not So New) News!

The Mann family is expanding and so is my stomach (and every other part of my body). We've got another one of these coming in September:



I went to the doctor this morning and was surprised with a new due date! She took a week off my original due date, which was the 24th but is now the 17th. I love shortened pregnancies, even if it is only a week less. Here's what the little alien looks like today:

This is the side body shot. He's got a big old head and a little button nose.

This is his profile (I think... it looks like a monkey's face to me) with his arm up by his head.

I feel so nerdy posting ultrasound pictures, but, well, I am nerdy. I'll give you further proof of that when you hear what we named the fetus. But that's for another post...