December 19th, 2009

Yesterday was the three year anniversary of our very first date and today is the two year anniversary of the day Scott proposed.  It was a pretty busy day yesterday and I didn't get home until six.  Once home, I scarfed down some dinner, started on some work I brought home, and then rushed to get ready for a small gathering we were going to. Other than some nice texts earlier in the day, we didn't have much time to celebrate. But as we got in the car to leave, Scott put in a CD and played our song: Passenger Seat, by Death Cab for Cutie.  I was overwhelmed with beautiful memories and strong feelings.  I can't express how much I love that boy and how grateful I am for him in my life.

For one of my final papers, we had to write about a life-changing experience. I wrote about the night Scott proposed. Choosing to marry Scott was the hardest decision of my life, and it was completely my decision to make. It's funny how now looking back, I wonder why it was such a hard decision.  Wasn't it obvious back then that Scott is perfect for me? But no, it wasn't. It was a really hard decision to make.

I was reading through an old journal the other night and came across this quote by President Gordon B. Hinkley.  It was one of the best pieces of advice I read while trying to make this eternal-life altering decision:

"One of the grand errors we tend to make when we are young is supposing that a person is a bundle of qualities, and we add up the individual's good and bad qualities, like a bookkeeper working on debits and credits.  If the balance is favorable, we may decide to take the jump [into marriage]...The world is full of unhappy men and women who married because...it seemed to be a good investment.  Love, however, is not an investment; it is an adventure.  And when marriage turns out to be as dull and comfortable as a sound investment, the disgruntled party soon turns elsewhere...Ignorant people are always saying, 'I wonder what he sees in her,' not realizing that what he sees in her (and what no one else can see) is the secret essence of love."

I used to feel and think sometimes that no one could really see or understand how we feel, other than us and Heavenly Father.  How fitting then that our sealing covenant is between us three-Scott, Me, and God-the three that really understand and can see the "secret essence of love" that we share.

This post may take the cake on the cheesiest post ever, but I don't care because this is love.

Baby Boy Cardon

Well, now that I'm nearly halfway there, we're going public: 

WE ARE HAVING A BABY!  

Baby Boy Cardon is due May 7th, 2013 and we are so excited.

Yesterday, we had an ultrasound and found out that we're having a boy.  

It was SO cool to see him moving around in there-waving and smiling at us.  

I am already in love with him.  

Skelo-Baby.  Love Him.

Profile of his head and arm. I wonder what he will look like in real life.

Story of Baby Cardon so far:

We found out we were pregnant in September, the same week that Scott got a job. Miracle.

Scott didn't believe at first, so I took three pregnancy tests.  All positive.

When I took the first test and it came out positive, it was unexpected and overwhelming so I started bawling:  "I can't have a kid-I am a kid!"  

But Scott was so sweet and just hugged me and whispered, "You're going to be a mom."

I am still super nervous and have some break downs every once in awhile, 

but even if I'm not going to be the best mom, at least that kid will be well-loved by me. 

I already love him. 

And Scott will be such a good dad.

A few weeks later, I started bleeding.  I thought I had a miscarriage.

I was very sad.  Scott gave me a blessing.

The next day I went to the doctor and found out that I had a large hemorrhage next to the sac.

They were pretty worried.  I had to rest a lot.

My dad adjusted me. (Here's my ad for Chiropractic).

Over the next few weeks, the blood clot began to diminish.

After three months of taking it easy, finally the blood clot was completely gone.

The ultra sound tech said "I'm so glad the blood clot finally went away-it was huge Megan, huge."

Miracle.

Once we found out we're in the clear, 

we surprised our families on Halloween with the news that we're having a baby.

I wore a skeleton sweater with a baby skeleton on my stomach.

It was pretty epic.  Scott's family were all so happy for us.

My siblings reactions were priceless.

Brecklyn: "I don't believe you."

But it's true.

Now, I'm 19 weeks along and this baby is healthy and growing great.

I'm growing pretty good too.

Seek Truth

"‎Whether truth comes from a scientific laboratory or by revelation from God, we seek it! The glory of God indeed is intelligence." -Elder Nelson

"You've Probably Never Heard of It"

Yesterday, after eating delicious homemade donuts and a variety of salads at Scott's cousin's house, we headed over to my parents house for home-made egg rolls.  Sitting around the dinner table, we started talking about my elementary school years, my days as Student Council President in 6th grade, and how I was a weird kid.

Every once in awhile, our school would have Spirit Day-student council would pick the theme and then everyone could come to school dressed up like that theme.  One Spirit Day theme was "The Future."  I remember freaking out about what I would wear (ocd) and my parents sat me down and asked me what I thought people would wear in the future.  Well, I thought for a bit and then decided that time has shown that old trends usually come back.

Sooo, for back to the future day, I came to school wearing a tie-die shirt and some bell bottoms.  And my mom helped me make these cool pocket-holders (an updated version of fanny pack) that attached to my pants for all my futuristic gadgets.  I walked into school and nobody really understood my costume. Leslie Payne showed up wrapped in tin foil and saran wrap.  Everyone loved her costume best.  But in my head, I thought, "Nobody in the future would even wear that."  My costume was realistic.

As I told my story, Scott started making fun of me: "So for future day you dressed up in clothes from the 60s and 70s?"  And then I realized, I was indie-hipster back before it was even a thing.

Trick or Treat, Thank you, Happy Halloween...

I'm feeling it.  Halloween is coming.  My parents have this Halloween candy bag that is attached to a skeleton arm.  There is a button on it, when pushed, a spooky voice says "Trick or Treat...Thank you...Happy Halloween."  My little brothers and sisters would push it over and over again all night long.  So now, I can't say Happy Halloween without having the creepy voice repeating in my head, "Trick or Treat, Thank you, Happy Halloween."

For this Halloween, I've decided that Scott and I are going as Mary Poppins and Bert.  Scott usually refuses to put effort into his costume and just throws on his scout shirt or ties a bandanna around his face.  But this year, he doesn't have a choice.  Its going to be fab, here's the inspiration:


(It was on pinterest, no idea where to give the actual credit to.)

Remember 9-11

I was just waking up for school, my parents woke up earlier than usual. The phone rang, my mom answered. She turned on the TV. She kept saying "Oh my gosh" over and over. At school, adults escorted us from the bus into school, we stayed inside all day, listening to the radio.  I didn't understand what was going on, I was only in 6th grade, but all of the adults seemed really upset by everything.

Prayers to all whose lives changed that day.

4th of July Weekend at the Caffall Cabin

It was so fun at the cabin.  They had quads, a dune buggy, archery, rope swing, pretty trails, games, and a projector movie screen.  We got up to the cabin Friday evening after work and drove home Saturday evening.  On the drive home, the freeway was closed due to a fire.  So, they sent us on a detour that took us all the way to Globe.  The drive that was supposed to take only 2.5 hours, ended up taking nearly 6.  At least we had Mckayli and the former bf to keep us company, so we had a good time.  

The drive there was so pretty.

Kieran is a natural at archery.  She reminds me of Katniss from the Hunger Games.  Especially because she is so sassy.  

Brigdon.

Scott.  He got a bulls-eye way down the hill. He can bring home the bacon.

Dad and Briggs.

I'm practically pro.

The detour which took us around this pretty lake and all the way around East to Globe, which is an hour from Gilbert.