nursery ideas

One cool thing about living in a two bedroom is that my baby gets his/her own room. 

It's still a waiting game as to whether it will be a blue or pink one but we have one and I am happy with that. 

I have started picking out colors and patterns, making plans and forgetting I'm broke. 

But a girl can dream. 

Here's what I'm thinking so far. 

For a sweet little girl:

  I want to put this quote above the crib. 

And for a handsome little man:

What do ya think?

warning.. brutally honest and pregnant

I've decided and you've probably noticed I'm not the super happy, tell you what craft I made today, lie about how I'm feeling and just do the "small talk" blog posts kind of girl. Not that that's bad or that I haven't done that. I just like reading the honest feelings of women. It makes me feel like I'm not alone and losing it. 

And this offends some types of people. 

I found a word for this. 

Passionate. 

Lovely huh? 

Don't worry I am in no way mad or sad or depressed. Just passionate. 

I have a huge heart with lots of feelings about anything and everything. Like many women do. 

Sometimes I feel bad or guilty for posting such rude, blunt things but I just can't help myself. 

It's who I am. It's how I express myself and if you don't like it, stop reading. 

By the way, I get this from my dad. 

I remember constantly complaining about what to wear and he would say why do you care so much? 

"If you don't like what I'm wearing, don't look at me." 

I love my dad for teaching me something so important. 

It's important to not care too much what others think of you.

 As women that is hard to do.

My point here is actually not really about caring what others think of you, although that is an important topic. 

I have something else that is really important to me. 

Chris and I have had a great marriage so far. There's been some rough patches but nothing that will make or break us. One thing we really struggled with out in Hawaii, as many people do, was finances. 

Our rent in our first "room" was $950 a month. 

A rent that only a doctor could afford every month. Okay not really, but when your coming from just back from a mission and just out of high school, there was no money. 

As I'm sure you've all heard me complain, the cost of food was ridiculous. 

Like $6 for a gallon of milk, $10 for a small block of cheese, $7 for a box of cereal and so on. 

It was hard, so hard. But we made it (thanks to parents). 

My point here is we NEVER used food stamps. 

And I am damn proud of us. (Sorry). 

This is the important thing. 

It seemed like the popular thing to do. Whether you could make it on your own or not, everyone we knew was on food stamps. To me it was wrong. Probably because I grew up in the family that I did and probably because I saw so many families abuse it. 

 Here's where people take offense. 

I am a firm believer that if you are trying to make it and you've done all you can then it's okay. But if you have two apartments and a nice car or you can make it just fine but you want the extra food, get lost. 

There were many times when Chris and I had just enough money to keep our bank account open and that's it. 

We had to make crazy weird meals sometimes but we did it ourselves. 

I won't be the girl to look back at that and go, "Oh what fun we had being poor".. no sorry. Not me. 

But I will look back and say, "Okay, I'm proud of us". 

I know times are hard. But go to the church. We have a Bishops Warehouse for a reason. 

It just really drives me crazy when people tell me to get on food stamps. It breaks my heart that so many people turn to the easy way out instead of working on it. 

These pregnant hormones are kinda crazy but I really believe this. I really am proud of Chris and I and our decision to make it on our own. So there you go. 

For some reason I just felt like I needed you to know that the Chris Hendrickson family has never and will never be on food stamps! And we even made it through a year in Hawaii with one job. 

So take that! :) And again if you don't like what I'm saying, don't read it. 

here's the latest.

So here's the latest. 

I can't remember if I told the "we knew it was time" story. 

If not, it's pretty incredible and G rated. 

General Conference this October was great. We had the opportunity to watch it on our TV this time. Something I have always taken for granted. While were watching and making lunch I hear talk about kids and tuned in. Chris tuned out and I made him come sit with me. Elder Andersen was talking about how President Kimball told one young man and his wife to not break a commandment just because they wanted to get further in life, specifically to become a doctor. He asked "Where is your faith"? He said you can do both, with the Lords help. This talk was a wake up call.
Now, I have to say putting off a family before med school was never our plan, because I despise those people, but we just hadn't felt it was time yet.  Not that we had prayed about it or anything but having kids was not on my radar.
Once the talk was over I turned to Chris and he said "I know".
So we prayed and I got my answer right away, like when I prayed about marrying Chris.
Now Chris on the other hand.. took a while. I think on purpose. :)
Later that month, we decided it was time and my next period didn't come. One try. I am definitely not bragging here. I am simply saying that I am one fertile myrtle.
 Crazy right?
I took the test and there it was plain and simple, our family would soon consist of three people. I asked Chris how he felt and he said "I want a boy." I asked if he was excited or nervous? He said "Well, I was honestly banking on the fact that it takes most couples 4 to 6 months to get pregnant". haha

We held off telling our families so we could be all cutsie and tell them on Christmas. Luckily it all worked out and we were able to see all of our close family within a few days of each other. My favorite part about telling everyone was the reactions we got. Jill screamed, Scott gave me a huge hug, Sean let me take a shower before him (even though he had to sing in church), Susan and Becca laughed, mom smacked me (for not telling her), Jeff  looked at Chris all weird, dad said "Yes! I can't wait to be a grandpa", Kai gave us a high five and an "Alright! That's awesome!", Bubba gave me an almost wink, and the girls smiled and loved that I joked about naming the baby Jenny Dave. (A name they came up with for a girl/boy balloon).
I thought they were pretty good.

Since then,

Chris and I had been anxiously awaiting our first doctors appointment. It's nerve wracking by the way. Just waiting to find out if she/he is healthy and growing right. Anyway, the appointment went a lot better than I thought it was going to go. Everyone I had talked to about it said "It's really uncomfortable". I went in sweating, almost profusely. I know, sick. They took my blood pressure and it was pretty high. She asked if I was nervous. haha Oh was I nervous. She sent us into another room to wait for the doctor.
That was the worst part. Waiting and thinking. Chris kept grabbing my hands and telling me it was going to be okay. I know he was just trying to help but he wasn't about to get up close and personal with the doctor like I was in a few minutes.
She came in and we talked about Hawaii and how crazy we were to move here. Which helped to calm the nerves a little. She asked lots of questions and made sure I was clean and healthy. She was so nice and helpful. She answered all the questions with a medical and personal answer. It was nice. Some doctors just give you the medical answer. I hate that. I don't know what that means.
Then came the "uncomfortable part". She explained everything with details and then it was time to hear my baby's heart beat.
We went in and right there on the monitor was my baby. I felt like things were going in slow motion. I started to cry with excitement. Chris was in shock. We both just stared. What an incredible moment. I just wanted to say "Look! Look what we made!" It was moving around a lot so it was hard for her to get a good picture. His little feet crossed and hands stretched out. How cool is that?  She also showed me around the inside of my body which was amazingly weird. My ovaries, my uterus and my intestines.
I know he isn't big right now but oh my gosh was that amazing?!
She made me so happy when she said that he is healthy and happy. I pray he will be that way for the rest of his life.
This is the sour patch one. Seriously looks like a sour patch huh? The big circle is the back of his head, then his two little arms, his cute little bum and the tiny circles are his feet.

He is not cut in half, he was just moving in this one.

The top of his head and is long arms and hands. Chris says he is giving a thumbs up because it's warmer in here than outside where dad is.

After that was done, I had to get my blood drawn and a flu shot. Yuck. But it wasn't horrible.
Then we were done. Our next appointment is on Valentines Day.
I am one happy camper.
That's the latest, Thanks for reading. 

new year

So it's hard to find the happiness now. It is.

 I'm sorry if all of my posts from the last year were sad or negative or mean. There was a lot of that going on in life at the time. 

BUT

 here is to the new adventures, the new attitude, the new me!

I am really working on me.

I am working on finding the happiness and joy in life now.   

I was working on me last year but I was unhappy about it. 

Even though I learned a lot, I complained about most of it. 

So here is to the new Sarah. 

The better and happier Sarah. 

This year is going to be a good one. 

Pictures of the house and everything will be up as soon as my box gets here. 

baby names?

I have been thinking about names a lot lately.. I'm know I'm a ways off but who doesn't do that? 

I'm so excited. We're so excited. 

So I asked Chris what names he liked for a girl.. nothing. 

I asked what he liked for a boy and he gave me Tony Stark and Steve Rogers..

also known as Iron Man and Captain America. 

That's my boy.

 The best part was the he didn't even laugh. 

When I said I wasn't too sure about it, he said 

"Well, Bubba will like it". 

I guess it will be a surprise when he/she comes.

Here we are!

The Chris Hendrickson family is officially moved in.

I am as happy as can be. We are both still trying to get use to the cold. 

Pictures will be up as soon as I can find my camera. 

Sorry. 

We were/are blessed beyond belief with this move. 

We were born into some pretty generous families. 

And we could not be any happier. 

 Thanks to our parents we were given almost every thing for a kitchen and a home. 

There were only a few minor things we needed to buy ourselves.
Which saved us a crud load of money we will soon need for a baby and med school.

My parents were kind enough to take a mini vacation from the rest of the family so they could drive Chris and I up here. Thank you mom and dad. :)
They helped us move in along with some neighbors.
Our Elders Quorum President lives nest door and he was nice enough to help out too.
 
 So far we have ran into some old friends and made some new.
I can see myself really liking it here.
I can see Chris really liking it here, in the summer.  :)

We are a happy family getting ready for the arrival of a new member.
10 weeks now. So exciting!
He is the size of a kumquat.
At least that's what I've read.

Anyway.. pictures will hopefully be up soon!