Called to Serve

The last couple weeks have been big in both my family and Keaton's! On the 10th my little brother Brandon left for the Brazilian MTC. It was so cool to see him off at the airport, I just kept thinking, "Wow! Can he really be this old?" But I think he is ready and from what he's said in his first email he is doing just fine, he even lucked out and got issued his own personal fan. (He can't sleep without one! )

Then, this past Thursday, Keaton's sister Amy got her call...to Bucharest Romania! Whoa. That's all I have to say. It is pretty cool because their great grandparents came from Romania. In fact, Paula's maiden name, Popa, is supposed to be as common there as Smith is here. Hard to believe, but we'll see.

Good luck to both of you!

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So for the sake of my continued employment, I have deleted the bitter diatribe that was my last post, "venting." It's like one of those letters you have to write and then throw away. Sometimes you just have to get stuff out.

There is a moral to this story, however. Don't mess with an overly emotional pregnant birthday girl with a penchant for writing descriptive essays and who has access to a public forum. It can't end well.

Mother's Day and Moab

My first Mother's day Present:
Two of my favorite boys having a nap on Mother's Day at Grandma Popa's house:
Adventures in Moab!

The Verdict is In!

We are going to have a little boy! Seems my mom used up all the girls and now all that's left is little boys for the next generation! I am so excited, but also a little scared...what the heck am I going to do with another boy like Keaton? If little Junior (once again, not a real name choice) is anything like his dad, he will be taking things apart, riding anything with wheels, playing with knives and swords and other various sharp and dangerous weaponry, jumping off of things, and just generally running amok and/or getting into trouble. (And Keaton's kind of trouble usually ends in scars...) The stubborn little thing didn't want to cooperate in Operation Gender Search, my doctor kept trying to prod him (this meant jabbing me in the belly) to get him to play along, and he just wasn't having it. He's showing signs of Keaton-ness already! Finally, he relented and gave us a glimpse of his nether-regions just long enough for a positive ID. By then, I could have guessed he was a daddy's boy without even seeing the proof! (Because, as we all know, stubborness DOES NOT reside in the Campbell genes, no siree.)

Here are a few peeks at the currently incubating offspring:

tiny boy parts:

and his already adorable face:

(it's a profile shot if you're having trouble deciphering!)

There you have it! A wee little face and a wee little...well, weewee. :)

Weigh In

So, Wednesday is the big day to find out if the little one is Jim or a Jane (don't worry, those aren't actual name options.) I know it's short timing, but I'm interested to hear your predictions! Use the little poll thing on the right to tell me what you think it'll be. So far, we've had several people say girl, but I just can't commit myself to that yet, there's still a part of me that says this could be a boy. Tell me your prediction and we'll see on Wednesday who is right!

P.S. I've been thinking I've been feeling some movement in there...but today I felt this little poke on the left side so I put my hand there and waited and sure enough, a couple of seconds later, I got another poke! This has got to be the coolest thing ever...

Our house!

This is the front of the house we're buying, just to give you an idea. Little kid in the doorway not included...we'll just have to provide our own!

Pregnant girls should not watch Juno

So instead of doing my homework like I should I watched the show Juno, which is about a high school student who gets pregnant and gives her baby up for adoption. Its more than a little crass and has some twists and turns, but I tell you, I cried for the last half hour. Hard.

Pregnant girls should not watch Juno. Just sayin'.