Madison's Rap

This is just a sample of what's to come. I'm back in business ladies and gentleman. Ashtray in the house.

Yo yo I just had a baby

6 hours of labor was straight up crazy

At 2am I was layin in bed

When I felt the warm gush like the doctor had said

This is it, yeah the time is now

In a couple of hours I won’t look like a cow

Rushin' to the hospital and feelin' the pain

Not stoppin' for red lights, so get out my lane

If you talk to me, I’ll punch you in the face

Just give me some time to find my happy place

It’s called an epidural and it makes me really happy

Soon I was numb so I took a long nappy

At 11:46 my daughter was here

I cried so hard, even frank shed a tear

6 pounds 1 oz she was the tinniest little thing

You could put her on a necklace and she’d hang like bling

Just a bundle of joy straight down from heaven

I’d keep her in my arms, never leave her like Kevin

Beautiful and healthy except for bilirubin

But she healed like a champ just like Mark Cuban

Now she’s getting bigger each and every day

She’s already callin’ all the kids to play

I dread the day that she will move out

I’ll cry in my closet, scream and shout

Cuz that’s my girl, yeah she’s my all

For her I’d do anything, I’d take the fall. 

"Umm Babe Wake Up, My Water Broke."

As all of you know Frank and I welcomed our baby girl Madison Noelle Chou to the world on August 14th. Since non of you were able to make it, I wanted to share my experience.

August 13th was a Monday, and it was a busy one. It was Gail's last day in America before she flew home that next morning. So before she left, we spent the day out to lunch at Red Lobster, then to my 37 week check up, and running other errands until I had to go to night school. Every five feet Gail got pictures of us, most of them we weren't prepared for. At my 37 week check up the doc said I was dilated 1cm. The previous day I had just talked to April Foutz and she told me that when her doc checked her at 38 weeks her water broke that night. So I was nervous after being checked because I still had 2 weeks of school left before I would graduate. At night school I worked in dispense, handing out color and product to all the students. I was trying to avoid anything that could send me into labor. All the girls said my belly looked really low and they thought I was going to pop at school. I knew my body was different those last two days. I had more frequent contractions, terrible back pains, and my whole body ached. Regardless, I made it through another night of night school and I was in bed by 12am.

Me at Red Lobster August 13th

Suddenly I felt a warm sensation that instantly made me wake right up. I thought to myself, 'you've got to be kidding me.' I hurried to the bathroom and sure enough my water had broke. I started to panic, how do I tell frank? I didn't want to wake him up, it was 2:30am. I was trying to avoid the fact that I was in labor, I was hoping it was a dream. I went to the bedside and started to shake Frank's arm. "Umm babe, wake up" Frank got all grumpy and asked "What?" I told him my water broke and it was time. He sat straight up and asked, "Are you kidding me? Ugh, this is not a good day." 

It was supposed to be Frank's first day of Grad school at BYU. Not to mention his mom was catching a shuttle to the airport around 9am, and I was supposed to be at school at 8:30. He ran out into the living room and woke his mom up. Now there were 3 of us freaking out. I called my mom and told her today was the day and to get here asap. Frank was in turbo mode and was dressed and pacing back and forth around the house trying to get whatever we needed. I just stared at my closet freaking out. All I could think about was my bag wasn't packed yet, now I didn't know what to wear. I threw some sweats and a black shirt in my bag and a few other necessities. Everything and everyone was ready but I still wasn't dressed. Frank, in blue football print pajama bottoms and an orange shirt, told me to just throw stuff on and let's go. I was freaking out so much I couldn't pick a stupid shirt out, and I had an excuse for why I couldn't wear every shirt he told me to put on. 'I can't wear all black' 'That shirt's stupid' 'That shirt needs layers...' Finally I was dressed and headed out the door. 

At this point my contractions were two minutes apart and the worst pain in the world. I was ready to dome sock Frank and his mom, for no reason other than I was in pain. We arrived to the hospital at 3am and I walked to the check-in counter. The freakin lady sat there asking me questions about who I was, I was getting very angry. She finally let me through the doors and into the room where they would determine if I was in labor or not. The next 25 minutes were all super gross and super annoying. The dumb lady kept asking me questions about my health. As the pain got worse I looked at Frank and told him it was adoption from here on out. The nurses laughed, but I wasn't kidding. Gail kept snapping pictures and telling me to smile, if I could have moved I would of torn that thing right out of her hands. I threw my fist up for a picture and asked her if she wanted to know how I was feeling. I told her I could remind her since it had been 25 years since she was in labor. She laughed and said no thank you. 

Once they officially determined I was in labor, they put me in my room. The funny thing was, after my appointment the day before, we took a tour of the hospital. While on the tour they told us they were packed and only had two rooms left, one of them was a last resort room with no bath tub or extra bed. Well I got stuck in the dang reject room. On top of that the IV lady had a hard time putting in my hand IV. It hurt more than any contraction I had ever had. The pain was making me ruder and ruder by the second. I called her an idiot then apologized immediately. 

By 4am the epidural guy, aka my best friend, had arrived. I was terrified it would hurt like my IV did. Nothing...I felt maybe a little pinch, then a cool sensation as the medicine went down my spine. Within minutes my body was warm and tingly from my belly button and down. It was the best feeling in my entire life. 

The nurse informed us that I was still only a centimeter dilated and it would be hours before I would start pushing. So after a couple hours of rest I sent Frank and Gail home to get ready for the shuttle and to go to school. All alone at 7am I called my friend McCall. She took the day off of school and met me at the hospital. 

Around 9am the pitocin was doing it's job and I was dilated to a 4. My monitor showed I was having back to back contractions but I couldn't feel a thing. By 10am I was a 6, so I called Frank and told him to get here asap because it was happening fast. At that point all the nurses were setting up my room. I called my mom one last time to tell her I was about to push, she cried and apologized for missing the labor, but that she would be there soon. 

Frank arrived at about 10:30 and I started pushing at 11. That last hour was the worst, I was terrified, alone, and in pain. I say alone because I was the only one in pain, and no one could help me at that point. Frank and McCall sat by my side while I cried from the pain. Once I started pushing I didn't feel anything but pressure. 

At 11:46am Madison Noelle Chou was born. The second I saw her I cried uncontrollably. I was a mommy. Frank and McCall were taking pictures and telling me how pretty she was. Frank came to my side and kissed me, he told me how proud he was of me. A few seconds later the doctor pulled out my placenta and blood splashed all over franks shoe and leg. Funniest thing I'd seen all day. He then decided he was going to stand by where Madison was. 

Madison was born 6lbs 1oz and 18 inches long. She was the most beautiful swollen faced, cone headed baby in all the world. 

Maddie is the best baby. She is doing great for a 3 week early premie. She did however test high for Jaundice. She has been on lights 24/7, or as much as mommy can stand being away from her. She is so sweet and loves nothing more than to cuddle all day. She had a hard time learning how to breastfeed, but is a champ now. She's now a week old, 5lbs 11oz and her bilirubin results are going down. 

How can you not love this little face??

We are sad that Gail missed the delivery by 2 hours. There was no way to switch her flights otherwise we would have. My mom had arrived around 6pm and my father arrived around 9pm. It meant a lot to me that my parents dropped everything they had going on to come out to Utah and not only be with me, but to meet Madison. Mom stayed until that next Monday morning. It was the best having her here to guide me through my first few days. Especially since I forgot I had signed up for my Cosmetology State Board Written Exam that following Monday. She let me sleep through the night, which helped me pass my test. Other then changing her and never letting her go, mom pretty much just took three million pictures of her. Thank you everyone for helping us out! We love being parents and are so excited to watch her grow up! 

We move this coming weekend and I couldn't be more excited to finally set up her room and decorate with the cutest little girl stuff. 

We are blessing her Oct. 21st here in Mapleton Utah. Anyone and Everyone is welcome to come! You won't want to miss this cute little face. :)

If You Get A Perm, You Get A Shower

So listen, it's been a while since I have posted anything and a lot has happened. So here are my updates:

Home:
Frank and I got the job managing a storage unit in Mapleton Utah, down the street from Larry and Lisa. The property is small but nice. The down stairs is a small office, and the upstairs is a 2 bedroom apartment about 900 sq ft. It's kind of in the middle of no where so we are only surrounded by a few other businesses, and it's in a court, so it's very quiet and safe. I will be home 24/7 to manage the units from 10am-5:30pm and be a mommy. The best part is you can be upstairs in your house until a customer comes. After Frank gets home from school he can help watch Madison and a few nights a week I will help assist my current school instructor. Stephanie, my instructor, lives around the corner from Larry and Lisa and has a big salon in her house. She offers the works; hair, nails, spray tans, make-up, styles...ect. All I have to do is supply my own chair and be a great assistant. I will be making money helping, but the perks of managing a storage unit it free rent and free utilities.

School:
Frank starts his MBA program at BYU august 14th. He is nervous because he hasn't been in school for a while and knows the two years are going to be a challenge. I know he is a hard worker, quick learner, and very dedicated so he will not only do just fine, he will kill it. I'm sure all he will do is study and do home work, which will make him totes boring, so this is the perfect time to have a baby.
As for me, I graduate august 28th!! I started last august on the 9th, I am one of the very few who will actually graduate in a year. The rest of my class is graduating a month or two behind me. I have learned so much in this last year, and I think I can officially say I have seen it AND done it all.
You see, I thought I was going to get away with graduating without doing a single perm. So far I have never had to do one, until yesterday. Of all the little old ladies to perm, I got the privilege of giving my great grandma Dungan a perm. The perm was going great, it was wrapped and she was processing. Then grandma started crying when we talked about the arrival of Madison, not wanting to cry I said, "don't do that grandma, it's fine. Stop crying." A little harsh but this was no time to sit and cry. Later on I had asked her if the water from my squirt bottle was making her head cold. Her response was, "oh yeah, I'll take a water." I laughed and handed her a water.
Then the worst thing happened. It was time to rinse the perm. Perms have to be rinsed twice, both for 5 minutes using warm water. Well grandma had a towel around her neck, a cape, another towel, then another towel on the back of the neck rest of the shampoo bowl. So you can imagine how surprised I was when I noticed water everywhere. I knew that some water would get on her shirt because it absorbs towel water, but this was something else. The amount of water that her clothes absorbed made school history. When she finally stood up there was literally a puddle on the chair. Wide eyed I looked at her back side and noticed she was soaked from her shoulders to her knees!  I felt so terrible, I don't know how that even happened, my poor grandma.
As we walked back to my chair everyone left and right looked shocked and was asking me what on earth had happened. Not wanting to take the blame I used every excuse that popped into my head. I pointed to grandma and said "oh yeah, my grandma has all these back problems and couldn't lean back all the way, she kept moving, and her head is so small water just leaked out from the sides of her neck." I mean ugh, worst moment of my life.
Don't worry it got worse. Never having done a perm before I was unaware that the older ladies like a roller set after a perm. So grandma asked me if I was going to curl her hair. I couldn't understand why you would perm your hair, if you just wanted it curled. Feeling bad about giving her a shower, I just wanted her to leave so I told her she looked better without a roller set. I can tell that it was only out of the kindness of her heart that she left without a roller set. Until Linda arrived to pick up grandma I stood there blow drying her butt. Luckily Linda had just bought her a pair of pants, so she was able to change.
Grandma ended up being my worst client experience ever. Luckily she loves me so much and was willing to stay positive even though I was obviously ruining her experience. Even when the water was running down her back she laughed and said, "I can feel water down my shirt but at least it's warm water." We laughed, we cried, we got soaked, and we had an overall crazy experience but it was worth it. It's a memory/learning experience I will never forget.
As grandma was leaving she gave me a very very generous tip of $20. After everything that had just happened I told her to keep the money because I was not worthy of such a tip. She told me to keep it, so obviously I did. I now realize I think she wants me to add it onto my tuition so I can stay longer and get more practice!

Work:
I am happy to say I have quit In-N-Out Burger, after an awesome four years with them. Being off my feet after school is a dream come true. Frank just put in his two weeks at One Main Financial where he is an assistant manager. Yay for no more work! With free rent and free utilities, plus getting paid $400 a month from the storage unit we will survive off of my hair money and student loans. The first year of your MBA program you are not allowed to work at all, because of how hard the courses are. However the second year you may work part time, but we will see if that is necessary.

Madison:
Madison and I had our 34 week check up last monday. She is a little over 5 pounds, but is measuring in the 90th percentile for how long she is. She is already 20 inches long. So they decided she is about 36 weeks, but won't move my due date, we will just wait for her arrival. She looks beautiful and healthy. We haven't noticed any signs of retardation so I'm assuming she has Frank's brain. lol. We got some cool 3D pictures of her face though. It looks gorgeous so obviously she got that part from me. Can't wait for her to be here!!!

Our Plans:
Frank starts school August 14th.
We move to Mapleton August 25th.
Ashley graduates August 28th.
August 29th the storage unit is under my management.
September 5th Madison is due!

So no breaks around here. It's all work and no play! Except not too much work because Madison needs to stay inside me at least until the 29th!

35 Weeks

The onsie we will bring Maddie home in

Sexiest Swollen Foot

Before I soaked her clothes

Totes didn't fit into my uniform at 33 weeks. The shirt is an XXL, yikes!

Madison's Face

More of her beautiful Face 

Her face, arms, and chest (kinda creepy looking)

The Sun Can't Always Shine

Here's the thing, pregnancy beats the crap out of you. It absorbs your energy, changes your complexion, increases your food intake, makes your ankles look like a continuous thigh, you gain weight and with weight comes stretch marks, and unfortunately you are full of hormones. I'm convinced i'm not swollen because i'm fat, it's because i'm full of hormones. Spend a day with me and my temper and you will agree.

I always thought being pregnant would be the best. I would have this adorable round belly (hiding my previous gut) and I would love having a growing child inside of me. In my dreams I actually got skinnier being pregnant, I had a glow, and I wanted to flaunt my pregnant self around town. I always hear women talking about how much they love being pregnant and what a blessing it is. Here is what I have to say to that...
What crack are you smoking??

I have been very blessed with an easy pregnancy. Morning sickness was me throwing up twice. Yeah I have swollen feet, but i'm also on my feet all day and night. I've never had any complications, I am very lucky. Yet being pregnant has been the hardest thing for me. I was depressed for a good 6 months. I hated feeling so tired. I hate that I have to be at school 47 hours a week or I won't graduate before the baby. I hate that I also have to work nights. I hated that awkward stage of "is she fat or is she pregnant?" I hated that it took until 22 weeks to actually feel Madison constantly. I hate the weight that I have gained, yet I'm not willing to  go to the gym. I hate being grumpy and taking it out on those around me, esp my poor husband. Some women feel their sexiest when they are pregnant. I would rather look at a picture of gonorrhea than see my naked self.  Get the picture??

I will never regret getting pregnant, however, I wish it would have happened even a month later so I wasn't so rushed to graduate. I know things will be so much better once we have moved and I can set up Madison's room. It hasn't really hit me yet that a baby is on the way and she will need me. Me being pregnant and so exhausted has taken a toll on Frank and I as newly weds. Which is why I say, "The Sun Can't Always Shine"  because things in life will come your way and bring you down. I am not always going to be happy and positive.

But then I got to thinking, and actually the sun does always shine. There is never a dull moment for the sun. The sun might not always be in a spot where we can see it shine, but that shouldn't darken our mood. I started thinking about the physical changes and the mood swings, and why Heavenly Father, such a loving guy, would put us through that. Then it hit me. In 10 weeks I will hold the most precious gift in all the world. I will get to see the face of my beautiful daughter. I will get to nurture her, be her hero, and watch her grow. That is so worth all the stretch marks, pain, and weakness.

My mom is my best friend. I call her almost every day, if not more. She is my hero and my best friend. So as long as I am at least half the mom that my mother is to me, Madison will love me forever.

With all that aside, I would like to say that I am on week 30 and I am doing great. Doc says I am healthy, blood pressure is still good, and the pee samples are flowin'. Madison is a healthy 3lbs, punches and kicks her mom, opens and closes her eyes, and swallows her own pee. She also loves the movies, the noise makes  her move and kick like a bird trying to hatch from an egg. Luckily she doesn't have a beak because that would hurt.

Funny story: Frank informed me that after obtaining his masters in business he would love to one day become a senator. He would be great at being a senator, but that would make me the senators wife. Therefore I would have to be interviewed and closely watched. I mean, I am used to paparazzi, but let's be honest...me in an interview about politics? So I had Frank quiz me about political stuff to see how much I really need to learn and how much I can make up. He asked me who our president was, I passed. Then he asked who was the vice president and the secretary, I have no idea, so instead of saying nothing, I went with George Washington. lol. We have come to the conclusion that if I become a senators wife, if I come across a question I do not know the answer to, I will just smile and start posing. Which leads me to the fact that if I was still single I would do really good on the show Beauty and the Geek.

So now it's timeline time. I want to post these pictures not to get depressed about how cute and skinny I was, or to publicly humiliate myself, but to motivate me. (also motivate is spelt with a T not a D, spell check just told me that). After I have M, I want to gain my confidence back and go back to that healthy looking girl I was. I wasn't skinny, but I was healthy and a good weight, and it's an ideal goal to start out with. So here goes nothing.

                                               This is me in china before I met Frank

This is when Frank and I were engaged

Our Wedding

When I first got pregnant

About 18 weeks

25 Weeks

Now 30 Weeks

Cute pics, but I want my body back!!

Maternity Pictures

So I attempted to take my maternities myself. I didn't see the need to pay for pictures of my fat self. Now that I have the pictures I wish I would have paid for some. However no amount of money could make me look skinnier so here is what we came up with.
Make-up & Hair: Acacia and Emily
Photographer: Kayci
Caddy: Elise
Thank you ladies for putting up with my pregnant-zilla photo shoot.

Confession Time

We've all done it...We've all pretended like we could do something, when we knew we couldn't, just so we could do it. Like when someone asks you, "can you drive a fork lift?" and you can't, but you reply, "yeah". Next thing you know you crashed the fork lift into your house and that same guy is yelling "WHOA WHAT? I thought you said you knew how to drive a fork lift?" and all you can think to say is "Ooooh, you said a fork lift? Nope..." lol.

I've never crashed a fork lift into someone's house, but I did tell Elise Dungan I could cut her a cute a-line haircut when I had not yet learned how. I was still in freshman which is a 6 week course where you are only allowed to practice on a mannequin. So really shame on Elise for asking me to break the rules and give her a haircut. Well it was that exact day that my instructor demonstrated an adorable a-line haircut, and after that weekend we were going to learn it. After watching her do it, and having plenty of a-line haircuts on myself I told Elise I would LOVE to give her one.

She came over and sat on a stool in my kitchen. With her trust, and my husband and her brother sitting by watching, the pressure was on. It started out great and I was feeling confident, but that's because I had only cut the perimeter. When it was time to cut layers my brain was racing back and forth between cutting Elise's hair and the haircut my instructor showed us. It was then that Elise asked how it was going. I laughed and said "Well I forgot to mention that i've never actually done this haircut before, but so far it looks good." Elise laughed nervously and said "Wait, seriously? Do you know what you are doing?" I told her how I had watched my instructor do it earlier and it shouldn't be to hard. I also reminded her that I could do any cut, but I didn't say I could make it cute.

Well as it turns out, it's a hard cut. I ruined her layers. The back of her head looked like I used a cheese grader instead of scissors. She cried, I cried, and the boys laughed. It was the weekend and my school was closed so she couldn't go get it fixed. Her students made fun of her that weekend, but when she wasn't at church a hat made her look really cute. When she finally got it fixed I told her not to mention I did it. For one I wasn't allowed to do hair outside of school yet, and for two I still had a year with those girls and I wasn't about to ruin my reputation. The Sr. girls who fixed her hair laughed and said it was horrible, that was enough punishment.

About two months later Elise came back into my school and I redeemed myself, cutting her the most beautiful a-line haircut ever. Now when she wants something I warn her if I haven't done it yet.

Other than that time I have NEVER ruined someone's hair. I am three months away from graduating my year long program and I have grown so much as a stylist. But last night....I butchered some old ladies layers. First off she had a recent perm that fried her hair and made it so tangly. I spent seven minutes just trying to brush through it. She was in for a weave (high lights) and a trim with some new layers. Well normally she gets low lights (a darker color along with blonde high lights) so she doesn't look platinum blonde. So when she saw the blonde she wasn't a fan. Then I did the trim and that went great.

Her hair was tangled up so much I could barley get a comb through it. As I started doing her layers the tangled mess made me lose my guide. Not wanting to ruin her hair more than I probably just did, I blow dried it and told her I would finish it dry. Well having mirrors everywhere she saw the back of her hair and the "layers" I started to give her and freaked out. It looked worse than Elise's hair. Plus this lady had very long hair, to the middle of her back, and now her shortest layer was barley past her shoulder. Which she had agreed to, but saw it and hated it.

I could not redeem myself on this one, so I got my instructor to finish the cut. Layers normally take about 5-8 minutes to cut. He spent an additional 30 min trying to fix her hair. I could see the look on her face, it was a look of terror because all her long hair was getting chopped off. WHOOPS. What made it worse was that she kept saying things like "It will take me a few days to get used to it, but I guess my husband likes blondes so he might like it." or "oh yeah, I just normally wear it in a pony tail or a side braid now I just don't think I can...it's ok though. It's something new."

I wanted to die. I felt so bad because the appointment had gone so perfect the whole time. And she was such a busy person, this was her relaxing time. She even fell asleep while her color was processing. When she left everyone, but her, loved it and thought it looked fine. I obviously did not get a tip, and I did not deserve one. On the positive side, I'll never see her again and I'm officially on my three day weekend, so who cares!

And The OCD Strikes Again

7 Months ago I was a mess. OCD and anxiety had gotten the best of me in so many different ways. I finally gave in and got medical help. For a month I was on anxiety medicine that was really calming me down and letting me take control of my life again. When I found out I was pregnant I immediately stopped taking my medication. I felt great though, like it was the little push I needed to learn how to control my problem. It's been 6 months since I have had an anxiety attack from OCD.

Recently I have started noticing some of my old symptoms, crossing my fingers that this wouldn't become a problem again. Unfortunately today was that day where I let my fears and anxiety get the best of me. I had let a friend use my hair cutting tools for her client. While she was cutting his hair, I started cleaning out my whole kit. When she was done she was very nice and put my apron and cape neatly away where they belonged.

I lost it. My cape and apron just went into my very clean and sterile kit without being folded by me, the way I needed them to be folded. I tried to stay calm, I told myself "It doesn't matter" and I reminded myself that the worst thing that could happen is they stay in my kit still folded by her. As I kept cleaning the rest of my kit I slowly started to feel my chest tighten up, and my breaths get quicker. I took one more look at those stupid aprons and I knew my anxiety was beyond me. I stepped out side and cried. The one person I can always count on to "understand" my anxiety attacks is my mom, so I called her.

On the phone we went through the basic questions, What's the worst that can come from this? Why can't I just leave it alone? What can I do to fix the problem? She always helps me calm down, and turn every situation into laughter. I was able to go back inside, clean and refold my apron and cape. Every time I thought about the situation, tears would come to my eyes. Surrounded by friends and classmates, I knew I had to suck it up and not let it get to me. It was done with.

It's times like this that are so annoying. It's very ridiculous that someone would cry because someone kindly returned what they had borrowed. It's embarrassing, but it helps me to talk about it, go over the situation and learn ways to avoid the situation from happening again. Next time I will tell others to just leave my stuff at my station and I will GLADLY clean it up.

I am still trying to find the reason or reasons as to why these little things bother me. I have noticed I have more attacks when my life becomes stressful. Stressful defiantly explains my life right now. I have to take a month off of work because I can't be on my feet after school, I have to go to school for 47 hours a week for the next 14 weeks so I can graduate in time for Madison, we are moving next month, and next Thursday, May 31st, is my school's huge hair show in Sandy.

I can only take it day by day, but I am trying to watch my stress and keep calm especially for Madison's sake. I have always worried that this will effect my parenting. If Madison spills something or does something I don't want her to do. How will I handle it? I can't spend my time crying, I need to push it aside and put Madison first. I plan on going back on my medication after I have stopped breast feeding Maddie, but only time will tell. All I want is to put my anxiety and OCD to an end.

So Much To Do, So Little Time

It's official, Frank got into the MBA graduate program at BYU starting this August. I am so proud of him, especially since he decided to go to school when there was only a month left to study, take the GMAT test, and apply.

Did I mention he also just got a new job as Assistant Manager for One Main Financial. So he has decided to quit Toyota, and be assistant manager until he starts school in the middle of august. With a baby on the way, and us now needing to move to Provo, it's just the best way to get quick good money.

We are excited about it all. The program is only two years long, plus he will have vacation/holiday time and I will be out of school and doing hair out of our home, plus a few nights a week at In-N-Out. I can't wait for the day when we both get to be home at 6pm, have family dinners, and spend time with our new baby girl.

We will be making our first family appearance in California this Christmas. Madison will be 4 months old, and I can't wait to show her off. Also please be ready to take her from my hands so I can sleep the whole time.

Everything in life is good, I have two more shifts at In-N-Out before I take a month break. I need time to catch up on school and get off my feet. I'll return in July, and stick it out until Madison comes, then take another month or so off.

My school's huge hair show is coming up, it's May 31st. It's a 2 1/2 hour show in slc, about 2,000 people come to watch it. This years theme is Broadway, my group is doing Wicked. In my individual group, I have the Lion and an Emerald City girl. The three of us have spent HOURS hand making the two hair pieces and outfits. We are almost finished and I can't wait to get it over with. So much drama and stress comes along with hair show, and I need neither.

Funny Story of the Week:
So I watched a commercial about Beef, 'Whats for dinner'. It showed a few different dinners using beef and I was confused when I saw a picture of steak. It then dawned on me...just because we call it steak doesn't mean it's not beef. I never thought about it as beef. When I picture beef, I picture ground beef, so....surprise, steak is beef! I then realized our knowledge is all we take with us after we die, so I'm screwed.

Peg-Legs

I am officially 25 weeks pregnant (5 1/2 months). With that comes my gorgeous new zebra stripe belly, a few more pounds, a belly button that is about to bulge out, and some sexy peg-legs. Frank gave me the nick name of Peg-Leg considering there is no size difference from my thighs to my big toe. I'm going to the doctors on Monday to get some compression socks. YUM.

Another beautiful nick name he gave me is Polly Piss Pants. Ya see, sometimes when you are born with a small bladder, then you add a human pushing on that small bladder 24/7, you end up peeing when you sneeze while laying on the couch. My one couch cushion has currently taken 4 hits. You can imagine how embarrassing the first time was, and surprisingly it doesn't get any easier telling your husband you have once again peed the couch. The first time went kinda like this:

Frank and I were watching TV on the couch together after dinner one night. I sneezed, but noticed nothing so I remained laying on the couch. When I got up a few minutes later, I saw a weird wet spot, then I realized I had a matching one on my pants. There was no way I was going to tell Frank, so I changed and tried to slowly and slyly clean it up. I walked to the couch with paper towels in my hand and Frank asked "What are you doing? Whats in your hand?" I looked at him like a deer in head lights and replied "Hmm? What? Oh, nothing, just going to clean up dinner. I was just going to set these paper towels on the couch real quick while I take our plates to the sink." Frank then asked "Why are you being weird? What did you do?" I said "Nothing, just watch TV and leave me alone." Well when I tried to put the paper towels down he quickly reached over and moved the blanket, revealing my pee stain. "YOU PEED EVERYWHERE!!" I told him I was trying to clean it up but I was so embarrassed and I didn't want him to know about it. I then cried in the bathroom because I was embarrassed to be a 21 year old peeing the couch. Frank came in and told me it was all ok and we can just clean it up and move on. He made me feel a lot better about the situation. Now my pee incidents are as common as an accidental snort when you laugh. It's all good as long as I don't cough and accidentally take a dump on the couch.

Frank and I are home bodies, we really don't go out much. Granted it's hard to go out when we are both working 50 plus hours a week. So last week when we got invited to a club for a birthday party, he decided to live it up and go. We started getting really excited about finally going out and having a date night. I got my hair and make up done, and I even went out and got a spray tan, which turned out to look terrible. When the day approached we almost had to call it a night at 8pm because we were already so tired. We went out to Rubio's for delicious burritos, then Outback for cheese cake and Ice cream, then around 10:30 we got to the club. We had a blast dancing, playing pool, throwing darts, watching karaoke, and people watching. We stayed out until 1am, came home and crashed until 12pm the next day. We pretty much slept off and on that next day, so I think it's safe to say I'm too pregnant for clubbing. It was worth it though, we had a fun night out with friends.
 We only have 3 1/2 months until I graduate beauty school and have Madison. So now is the time for us to live it up while we can. The only time i'll be staying up after that is because Madison will be needing attention all night long.  YAY for motherhood!

Frank And I At The Club

24 Weeks

California

So I just spent an amazing week in California. Elise and I had a fun 9 hour drive from Orem to Sacramento. We got pulled over in SLC, but I can't remember if we got a ticket or not....We ate delish snacks and enjoyed the lovely dirt/mountain scenery. Knowing me, you know I can't go on an adventure without writing a rap about it, or for the event. So Elise and I spent a good hour writing a killer rap for GG's 90th bday. We had a blast writing it and reminiscing in the good times, you know, all 300 years we have spent with her. The rap turned out to be a big hit after we recorded it in Devin (Trip-D's) "studio".

DEVIN'S "STUDIO"

ME RECORDING

 

ELISE RECORDING

 

GANGSTA GG

For Easter all of our family got together for family pictures, an easter egg hunt, games, and to celebrate GG's 90th bday. It was her wish to have 90 red balloons let go into the sky.

THIS IS THE FAMILY, MINUS A FEW

 

I WAS HIDING IN THE BACK BECAUSE I WAS EATING A BAG OF CHIPS

 

90 RED BALLOONS

Along with a fun Easter, I had a fun daddy daughter day with Mike. We did the usual, crush children's dreams by winning all the tickets at Wheel Of Fortune. Once a tear is shed, we give the tickets away to kids. Then we take it slow and only few 200-500 tickets, we can't leave empty handed. We left with 16 fireballs, a giant comb, and some delicious sour straws. We also went to the mall and Mike got a Raiders hat. Then it was girl time, which equals PEDICURES. I lost my big toe nails a few years ago to some gnarly ingrown toe nails. So you can imagine, pedicures aren't my favorite. It's hard to go some where and ask someone to touch, massage, and paint a foot that has two down syndrome looking nubs. But being pregnant, the foot massage and leg rub was heavenly.

PEDICURES

Although it was so nice to spend time with family and friends, the high light of my week was my baby shower. Aubry and my mommy spent so much time and effort into my shower. It was so cute, fun, and such a blessing to share my pregnancy with my family. I am so thankful for all the gifts I got for my baby girl Madison. Thanks to everyone she is going to be a healthy, happy, cute little girl. 

CLOTHES LINE

GIFTS

MY BEST FRIEND BECKY

ADORABLE CUPCAKES

Thanks again for the amazing baby shower and all the cute gifts. It means the world to Frank, Madison, and I. When I got home I saw that Frank had erased my message and wrote on our "LOVE NOTES" white board. He is so cute, I know he will be an amazing father. We are both so excited to have Madison in our lives. 

A NOTE FROM DADDY

The only way to end a great week, is to top it off by something AMAZING. What might that be...? Megan introduced me to a life changing meal at McDonalds. It's life changing because one, it taste delicious, two, it gives you killer heart burn, and three, it's the fastest way to a go up a pant size. This greatness is called the McGang Bang...I didn't know why until I felt like my heart was being gang banged. You take a McDouble, split it in half, and put a whole McChicken in the middle. YUMS. I'll admit this whole gang bang thing only lasted 2 weeks, now I'm trying to go healthier. lol. So what I'm saying is, I just eat them separate. jk.

MCGANGBANG

Basically I had a blast in California. I am happy to be home though, I missed my cute husband very much. Unfortunately with school from 8:30-5:00, then work from 6-10pm five nights a week, Frank and I only have two hours a night together, give or take. Now, I apparently sound like a chain saw at night. I snore and have a hard time breathing, considering I have a person attached to me, so Frank sleeps on the couch. I hate sleeping alone, but really it's a win win. He gets a good nights rest and I get the bed to myself. 

Other then a very busy schedule, life is good. Frank has officially applied for Grad school at BYU.  We are just waiting now to see if he gets in, fingers crossed!