Baby Bumps

Sometimes, especially lately, when a get a few moments to relax, I sit down and let my mind just wonder.

Lots of times my mind wanders to the major stresses of my life. As I think through everything, I often feel overwhelmed and sick to my stomach. I rub my eyes, run my hands through my hair, and wonder how everything will work out.

Then, in these quiet, stressful moments, my little boy will start kicking my tummy.

Though I know that his kicking is random and unintentional, every time I can't help but feel like every kick is meant to help me keep moving forward.

It's like with each little bump or scoot across my tummy, he's saying, "C'mon, Mommy, it's gonna be ok. I love you. We'll get through this."

In so many ways, I'm so glad this little boy is stuck in my tummy for a few more months. If he were here on top of everything else right now, I'm not sure I could handle it.

But in other ways, I can imagine those days after he gets here. In the quiet, stress-filled moments, I'll be able take a break, go to his crib and watch him sleep. I'll run my fingers over his tiny, precious body and know that as long as we have our family, we'll be alright.

I'm excited to meet our little guy. I'm excited for the inevitable happiness and love he will bring into our lives.

For now, though, I appreciate so much the fact that I can feel him.

This week...

Last weekend we spent a wonderful few days with Papa Olive and other of Isaac's relatives. Everyone is coming from all over to see him since he's been moved to the nice hospice place. It was emotionally draining and spiritually uplifting. We were so glad to be able to spend that time with everyone.

This week, we may go crazy.

With the past weekend and all that it implies weighing heavily on Isaac and I's mind, we enter this week of madness. To give you an idea of what I'm talking about:
1. Isaac's birthday and my brother's Endowment are on Saturday. Both of these things are great things and I'm really excited for them. We also have Father's Day on Sunday, which should be good.
2. I work 3 doubles this week. Originally, when I agreed to do this I didn't know about many of the items listed below. This means that for 3 days this week, I will be working 10-11 hour shifts.
3. We are moving. We are very excited to move given previous events, but moving is no *insert cliche phrase here*.
4. With moving comes packing and renting Uhaul trucks as well as signing a new lease and breaking a current one. Not to mention the cleaning and unpacking that will come soon thereafter. As much as I adore organizing (which seriously, I really do like it), I'm dreading the mass of organizing coming our way.
5. Did I mention that we're speaking on Sunday? Isaac and I have both been asked to speak on the importance of Fatherhood. So somewhere in the mix of moving, working, and sleeping we have talks to write.
6. We're trying to sell a bunch of furniture. Some very generous donors have given us several great furniture pieces that we don't need. We've gladly accepted them, thinking we'd have time to sell them. Currently, though, the entire nursery is packed with extra furniture, so much so that we have about 5 totes sitting in our living room right now. The idea was to have a garage sale before we move, but it's looking like that won't happen at this point. So we're putting them up on Craigslist.
7. I'm 6 months pregnant and it's hot in our house. 'Nough said.

It seems like things like this tend to come in waves. When trials/ stresses come, they all come at once. I can feel my stomach starting to hurt like it does when I'm overwhelmed, but I keep trying to remind myself to take it one day at a time. It's crazy, but it's doable and we are very blessed.

Isaac is doing his best to keep me light-spirited. He's currently in the kitchen doing the dishes and singing Hakuna Matata at the top of his lungs. I love him. :)

The Break-In

A few days ago, I wrote a blog entry about our house being broken into. I wrote it on paper (my 2 laptops were among the items stolen) and have been meaning to type it on the blog. Today, I read through it again and decided that even though time has made me less emotional about the whole thing, I should do my past feelings the justice of writing them. So here it goes.

Yesterday (May 29, 2012), our house was broken into and robbed while Isaac and I were at work. It was quite a shock to come home to our torn-up home and missing belongings.

Once Isaac said the words "Someone broke into our house..." my mind began to run through all of the valuable things we own. As I glanced around the house, I realized that many things were missing. My laptops were gone, the Wii, controllers, and games we just got for Christmas were gone.

As I walked through the wreckage, I began to cry. It was such a shock to think some unwelcome person had invaded our life.

At one point, I thought of my bracelet- the one valuable piece of jewelry I own. About 4 Christmases ago, Isaac gave me a diamond bracelet to wear on special occasions.

 For the past 4 years, I have worn it on every special occasion we've had. I wore it each year on our anniversary, on the day he left for his mission, on especially hard days during his mission, and on the day he got home. I wore it the night we got engaged, the day we were married, and the day we saw our little boy on the ultrasound for the first time. As these memories rushed through my mind, I ran back to my bedroom, into my closet, and as I ruffled through the pile of stuff now there, my heart sank.

They took my bracelet, too.

My heart began to sink more and more as I realized what all they had taken- Isaac's tools, our camera, and my iPod. I felt so angry and hurt.

Then, as I walked among the mess, I began to see our little home through the intruder's eyes.

I saw him break down our door

and while searching through the kitchen, catch a glimpse of the ultrasound pictures we had posted on our fridge next to our engagement photo.

I saw him pass by the temple mirror my mom made us for our wedding on his way to rifle through the living room. As he rifled through all of our warranty information and vital papers, I saw him glance at our marriage certificate and throw it aside.

Next, he moved to the hallway, passing several pictures of us and plaques with the words "love" or "Olive Family, est 2011" inscribed on them.

In the bathroom, he grabbed the toilet paper to wipe his prints off of anything he touched, and as he was stuffing all of our prescription drugs in his bag, he glanced at yet another wall-hanging, "Isaac and Callan- Together at Last."

He moved onto our bedroom next. The bedrooms were the hardest for me to see.

He tore through my temple bag, strewing sacred clothing across the floor. He went through my entire hope chest- I'm sure he was disappointed when nothing of "value" was found there. He didn't think twice as he tossed my "Isaac Box" and baby books, full of precious memories and artifacts, aside and piled more things on top of them.

After finishing with our room, he went to the nursery. Baby clothes were thrown this way and that.

Isaac's "Callan Box" was likewise opened and torn through.

He searched our bassinet, throwing stuffed animals and other nursery items around the room in haste. Isaac's temple bag was treated the same as mine.

Then, feeling like he accomplished his goal, and probably feeling a little disappointed in the fact that we really are just poor college students, he left our home.

As I pictured this scene through our intruder's eyes, my heart broke. How? How could someone see such glaring evidence of a happy, sweet home and come in and destroy it anyway?

In the end, it's not the stolen stuff that bothers me. It's just stuff, and to be honest, we didn't have much to steal. Isaac and I are safe, and that's what matters.

What bothers me is the feeling that a fellow human, probably our neighbor, could do such a thing. He came into our home, our home, a place that's suppose to be one of the most sacred places on this earth for our little family, and in a few short moments, he defiled it.

That's the end of the entry I wrote that day. I think going through something like this has taught Isaac and I some valuable lessons:
1. There are some dishonest, heartless people in this world.
2. We need to move.
3. We can grow closer together during hard times.
4. Our family's safety is more important than money.
5. Ultimately, Theo is a really terrible guard fish.

Overall, we're looking at this experience as an eye-opening one. We're grateful for the lessons we've learned and though the next couple of months are destined to be quite stressful with everything we have going on, we know we can get through it together. :)