Doctors are dumb (no offense meant to my husband who is going to be one...)

Okay, so I am totally frustrated with OB doctors here. I know I have mentioned some of my problems here on my blog before, but the annoyances only continue. Back in June the doctor I was seeing would not treat me for a sinus infection, even though I couldn't get into a family doctor, I was balling on the phone to them, and it was affecting my pregnancy (I couldn't eat my sinus's were hurting so bad!). I swore I would not go back to a doctor with so little sympathy for her patients. A family doctor finally took pity on me and gave me medicine even though he had never seen me as a patient before and he encouraged me to give the lame OB doctor another chance. I did. Two appointments later the doctor asked me (a little snidely too I might add) not to bring my kids with me into the office, even though my appointment was only 2 minutes long (you know the ones where they measure your stomach and listen to the baby's heartbeat). I was really offended by this. I am sorry. I am a mother and have kids and you know something, I can't always get a babysitter. Seriously, wouldn't you think someone who delivers babies for a living would like children a little more? I have talked to a couple of other women who haven't had the greatest experience there either so I decided finally to switch doctors. I tried to get a consultation appointment at a new office, but they won't see me until a doctor has reviewed my medical records. So I call office A and arrange to have medical records transferred to office B. Office B says they never got them. Meanwhile, I am due for a doctors appointment. I never canceled my appointments with office A so I figure, I will just go there one more time while I am working to get an appointment at office B. I go into appointment and office A has canceled all of my appointments since I have asked to have my records transferred even though office B never got them. Is anyone else getting confused? So I ask to have my records transferred again. Office A says, "They are already done."
So I say, "May I have a copy of my records for myself then?"
Office A says, "No."
Excuse me? Why not?
Office A says, "I don't know. I guess because I am the only one here who could do it right now and I am busy."
Does anyone else feel like screaming? Finally Office A says she will have a copy of my records mailed to me. I put in another request to have them sent to Office B again. Office B finally gets the records, and guess where they are now? Sitting on a doctors desk waiting to be reviewed. Still. Weeks later. I have called half a dozen times. Our Family doctor has called. A lady that used to work in their office has called trying to get a favor. Nothing. They just keep telling me that they will call me once my records have been reviewed. I am supposed to be seeing a doctor every two weeks now. But I don't even have a doctor anymore. I am totally frustrated and don't really know what to do. Anyone have any suggestions?

How big is Sammy? Soooo big!

Seriously! This boy is getting SOOOOO big! And more and more independent too. He won't go down the stairs backwards or on his bum anymore. He has to go down standing up. He holds on to the railing, but still took a little tumble down a few stairs yesterday. Hence the new bruises on his face. Why are they always on his face? This morning I was in the living room. Gracie was in the tub and Sammy was just wandering around playing. Then all of a sudden I heard Sammy's terrified cry! You know the one that lets you know they are in danger or afraid for some reason. I jumped up and ran and found him in the bathroom on top of the toilet tank. He had climbed up to get into the cupboard above the toilet and couldn't get down! But even with being so active and independent he is as ever my little cuddler. Every time he gets out of the tub he has to be cuddled in his towel for a few minutes before he gets dressed. If I try to take his towel off to put his diaper on before he is ready he pulls it back around himself and rolls into a ball. He loves all blankets too. He isn't attached to one in particular. He just loves them all and loves to be cuddled in them. He is learning his animal noises right now, but the only two he consistently remembers are the cow and the snake. It is so cute to hear him moo and sssss. He is such a stinker sometimes, but he is the sweetest little stinker around!

Oh my heck! It's huge!

...or maybe enormous would be a better word. I am just about 30 weeks. My balance is pretty much gone, I am clumsy, and I think my brain has disappeared. Oh the joys of pregnancy! I have been putting off this picture because I really really need a hair cut, but finding the time seems to be a problem. I figured I had better just get it over with or else miss out on documenting these moments as they pass by. I know I complain a lot about being pregnant, but don't think I really hate it, because I don't. In fact I kind of love it. The kind smiles from strangers as they pass by (or maybe they are actually laughing at me), teaching my kids about the baby in my tummy, the anticipation of meeting this little guy/gal in just a little while, and of course the kicks that are getting stronger and stronger. I love this point in pregnancy because I can tell a lot of the time which part of the baby is poking out where and feel those little heals pushing up into my ribs, or that little baby bum pushing on my liver (sometimes a little painful, but still so exciting!).

I love the Olympics!!!!

Can I just tell everyone how much I love the Olympics!!! I really really really really love the Olympics! I remember as a child always loving the winter Olympics because I thought the ice skating was so beautiful, but my love for them has only grown. We lived in Salt Lake when the Olympics were there in 2002. I am sure it was not until then that I really got an inkling of what the Olympics are really about. Millions of people putting aside their prejudices and gathering together for a common dream. I worked down town when the Olympics were in Salt Lake City and it was truly amazing just to walk down the street and hear a dozen different languages and to know that really and truly we are all brothers and sisters and at least for a little while we could forget our differences. A great example of this was at the women's team gymnastics competition where shouts of "China! China! China!" were heard in English! I just think that is amazing and awesome! The other part of the Olympics that I love is to see people dream big and achieve those dreams.

I know everyone on earth is talking about Michael Phelps. His dream of making Olympics history, and realizing that dream, hopefully has inspired everyone who has watched him swim. Gracie, who is only 3, loves to watch Michael Phelps swim! Every morning we turn on the computer and see what Michael Phelps has done during the night. She and I hold our breath while we wait to see who is going to touch the wall first at the end of the race. Gracie watches the swimming and says, "Mommy, I want to swim there tomorrow." I think this is more of a dream to just swim in that big swimming pool where there is so much excitement than to actually participate in the Olympics, but I hope that I can teach her that if she really did want to compete in the Olympics, nothing is impossible if she dreams and works for it. I love the Olympics. I have been watching it every night until I fall asleep on the couch and David comes to get me and makes me go to bed. I love to learn about the different countries and cultures and competitors. I just love the Olympics.

Warning, angry pregnant lady on the loose!

So I was sitting in a waiting room with my kids today. They were playing and being pretty good. No temper tantrums, no screeming, no hitting, biting or kicking. All in all, not to bad. Gracie did wander a little bit though. She opened the door into another waiting room and went down about 5 steps and was playing with some toys and a little girl. As soon as I realized that she had moved I made her come back. I may be a little over protective, but I don't think any mom would leave her 3 year old out of her line of vision in a strange office full of strange people. Anyway, as I was having Gracie come back to the area I was in, I could hear some lady saying, "Teach her to keep her dress down!" Gracie was wearing a dress, but it was down and I thought nothing more of it. Anyway, as we were leaving the office we had to walk back through the other waiting room and the same lady looked at me and in a voice like I must be the worst parent ever said again, "Teach her to keep her dress down!" Yes it is true, that when Gracie is wearing a dress and climbing into a chair I have on occasion seen her pull her dress up so she can get into the chair (on occasion being once two days ago at church). And of course I told her, "Good job Gracie! Why don't you pull your dress even higher and let the whole world see your underwear!" NOT!!! Of course I told her to pull her dress down. But you know something, little 3 year olds have minds of their own, and I would say that my little 3 year old is particularly obstinate (maybe all mother's of 3 year olds feel that way...). I was so irritated by this woman though!!! I wanted to say, "Lady you raise your kids and I will raise mine!" I didn't say that. All I said was "Thank-you." As if I had never thought about teaching my daughter that she shouldn't pull up her dress and she had just enlightened me. She was again rude and said, "Don't say thank-you. Just teach her to keep her dress down." We walked out the door and didn't say another word, however sorely I was tempted. As we were crossing the street to get back to our car I really wanted to go back and tell her off!!! I still feel ticked even now! I mean really! We were in a room with a bunch of ladies, and I don't even think there was a little boy in there! Did it really hurt her to see my 3 year old's underwear? I am sure it is these crazy pregnancy emotions that have me so upset over this. I have been randomly blissful, crying hysterically, and angry as heck for the last few days. Anyway, I just needed to get that off my chest. I am not sure how much better I feel, but it is always good to talk out these crazy emotions (even if it is just on your blog and maybe no one will even read it). Right? Thanks for letting me vent.

Lucky number 7!!!!!

7 years ago today, David and I were married for time and all eternity in the St. George Temple. There have been good times and there have been some times that were not so good, but we have truly been blessed with love and happiness together. I am so grateful that David fell in love with me and asked me to marry him.

Each day with David I fall more in love with him. He is a wonderful husband and father. He is loving and forgiving and tries hard in everything he does.

He is worthy of the priesthood that he holds and shares it with us on a daily basis as he leads our family.

David, thanks for choosing me to be yours and I am daily grateful that you are mine!

Happy anniversary sweetheart!

XOXOXOXOXO