Bring on the Pink!

...just not too much of it.

In case you haven't heard:

My thought has always been boy. The midwife even said that the mom is right about 73 percent of the time. So, as you can guess, I am surprised my baby is a girl; I should obviously never gamble. I told Daniel I felt like I know more about boys, so this was going to be interesting. He looked at me with a puzzled face and said "but you are a girl!" Well, yes I am, but boys make more sense to me. I am excited though, I would have been excited either way, but now I know that I can buy things with sparkles on them! Girls clothes are way more fun(at this point I'm trying to convince Daniel to let me put her in a tutu).

Now we can really start thinking of names. My top two are currently Noel and Juliet. Noel is great because it's a built in Christmas card. Take a picture of the adorable baby with blocks that spell out Noel, slap it on a card and there you go! The TV show Psych was my inspiration for Juliet. My last name just makes it even more epic. Juliet Spencer, that's right, like if Jules married Sean. Fans of the show understand how awesome that makes it. I might find a name even more awesome later on though, who knows.

I'm looking forward to my little princess, so bring on the pink!(Just not too much of it, variety is the spice of life and little girls look cute in purple too! Not to mention all the colors of the rainbow)

My New Career Plan

Throughout my life I have had many different plans for careers, as I think most people have.

When I was little I wanted to be this:

A Veterinarian. I feel I'm pretty good around animals, and most pet-loving children want to grow up to be Vets, am I right? This Career goal ended in about Junior High. I didn't want to be in school long enough to make that happen.

In Junior High my new Career Goal sprouted. It being this:

A Published Author. A Published Poet, to more exact. While I would still like to have some of my things published at some point, I realized this was not a solid career goal. To make it in this career you have to be very dedicated, forcing yourself to write every day, and I just don't have that kind of self-motivation.

High school classes helped me to narrow my search. I liked health, and I was pretty good at it, so that's where I started looking next. I knew I didn't want to be a nurse (yuck, poop), so I thought the following was a good idea:

Radiology Technologist. I kept this plan for quite some time. I have broken a lot of bones, so why not help people who have broken bones! It was after my first semester of college, and realizing basically no one gets into this program. It's very competitive, and I didn't want to have to apply 60 billion times.



For a brief time (while still having radiology on the back burner) I thought about doing this:

No, I did not want to be Alton Brown, just an awesome chef like him. I thought about going to culinary school instead of college to learn the tools of the trade. Much like the poetry dream, I would still like to live this one out a little. My eventual (Eventual meaning when I'm like 50 or so) goal is to open my own bakery.

I obviously went back to radiology considering I went to Weber State and not The Art Institute of America. So, after radiology seemed to be a bust, but still looking in the health field, I turned to this:

Respiratory Therapist. It is what I have classes for now, and will likely get my degree in.

 Life isn't always simple however. What I have worked is this:

Which was not a bad job. It was pretty fun actually. People were often  not so smart, and I had to work strange hours, but other than that I had a good time. However, I decided to abandon that for this:

Not a beautiful young doctor, but a person who serves the beautiful young doctors their food. I did not enjoy this job. I tried to, but I could not. Some days I would just sit and cry because I had to go to work (even before I was pregnant). So I decided to abandon that for this:

Oh wait, that's right, I quit without something else to do. I've been looking for something easy, temporary, and not very many hours to help me fill some time and help save for the creature growing in my stomach. It has been suggested that I go back to this:

That might not be such a bad idea, however, today I thought of a very different, easy, temporary, not very many hours career choice. Which brings us to the title of this post (I know you are all excited, since it's taken forever to get here), My new career plan:

I am going to get a monkey, and I am going to get an organ grinder. I will teach said monkey to play said organ grinder and we will sit on street corners where people will give us money. Plus, as an added bonus, I will teach the monkey to clap when people give us money, making all the people say "AWWWW" so they will want to give us more money! Seems pretty solid to me!

Okay, enough with the silliness. The past few months have really made me realize that all I really want to be is this:















No, I do not want to be a bride again. Once was enough for that. For this I am looking at the two beautiful women next to me (No Nicholle, you do not look like a Cardassian). I do not wish to be my sisters, though I do wish to be like them in one very distinctive way. I want to be good mother. My sisters are both wonderful examples of this, as is my own wonderful mother. If I can do that, be a good mom, then none of the rest of it really seems to matter much, does it?

Today is November 10th, NOT December 10th.

I thought this needed to be clarified considering all the Christmas talk, and decoration and such I have seen lately. Christmas has never been my favorite holiday, maybe when I was quite little, but not for a very long time. I like the true meaning, celebrating Christ. I have a hard time with the pressure it puts on people, the kids that don't get presents, the whole commercialized crap pot it has become. A month of Christmas is plenty, go ahead, the day AFTER Thanksgiving and start dealing with Christmas, though I will likely still wait until December. No other holiday starts getting celebrated 2 months in advance, it's ridiculous. Don't tell me it's because this is the most important holiday or some other bull crap like that. Easter celebrates Christ too, the resurrection, which, to me, is equal or even more important than his birth. At least with Easter we wouldn't be cutting out another IMPORTANT holiday by trying to celebrate it early. (Granted if we celebrated early it could possibly overlap with Valentines Day, however I don't like that holiday either [though that is another post] and it is definitely not an important one).

Thanksgiving is an important holiday. It helps us to realize all the amazing things we have to be thankful for in our lives. We often forget how lucky and blessed we are, and Thanksgiving helps people all over the country remember. I know we should be thankful every day, and I try to be, but Thanksgiving is something that gets people really thinking about, thinking about giving thanks. It hasn't really lost it's meaning over the years, like Christmas has, it remains pretty much pure in it's meaning. Be Thankful! So why, when this holiday is so amazing, do we try to forget and start to shove in thoughts of Christmas (not true Christmas, it's never true Christmas, it's always the commercialized present giving super stressful fest Christmas) before Thanksgiving even happens? Really you find it necessary to listen to songs about reindeer, shop, and put up a tree instead of trying to be thankful? How selfish can you be? Some might say "Well I am thankful for songs about reindeer and shopping and putting up a tree." Okay, well good for you, but it's not really the same, is it? It gets you thinking about 'Santa' and presents and stuff like that. Does it get you thinking about true Christmas, Christ and the spirit of giving? I think not. You know what would get you thinking about Christ and the spirit of giving? Thanksgiving and celebrating it. I mean the words it is composed of is Thanks and Giving for crying out loud. A true fan of Christmas, and what it should really be, will take time to not skip Thanksgiving, to give it the time it deserves, because then, and only then will you be in the right set of mind to celebrate Christmas the right way.

Disagree if you want, but I am pregnant and crazy, so I think I can take you.

P.S. Nicholle and Minda,
Tim, Shawn and I made a deal, we are boycotting everything Christmas until Thanksgiving, so that message on facebook might remain unanswered for a bit.

Crazy Much?

You know how sometimes when watching TV or a movie and some things are just so overexaggerated, that you are thinking "PUH-LEASE!" in your head the whole time? In the past I have had this thought about the way pregnant people are portrayed in the media. Now going through this I almost feel as though they have UNDERexaggerated how crazy the women act. I'm sure some woman stay relatively sane throughout their pregnancy. The hormones may not have as great as an effect on those women for some reason or another. Let me tell you right now, I am not one of those woman. During the few points in the day when I'm feeling fairly sane, such as right now, I realize how manic I am. I have threatened to kill Daniel at least a hundred times (I don't mean it, I promise, don't turn me into the police or anything). Bawled my eyes out over some of the most ridiculous things ever, and yet been perfectly okay with some things that should upset me. Yelling, Crying, Screaming, Laughing all within minutes of each other. I've thrown temper tantrums; I've thrown games pieces. No sane person should act like this. Daniel takes it all pretty well, occasionally I can tell he is a bit frustrated, but who wouldn't be when you are married to someone that could qualify to be in a nut house? Im grateful for him, and all the women who are willing to go through this, and much more, to bring children into the world.

The Parasite and The Penguin

Parasite- n. An organism that grows, feeds, and is sheltered on or in a different organism while contributing nothing to the survival of its host.

Well, it looks like I have a parasite. Luckily after mine is due to exude itself approximately May 4th. In other words, I'm pregnant. Babies really are parasites though, most people just don't think of them that way.

While Daniel and I were on our honeymoon, we spent a day at Sea World. While we were there, we made a point to see the penguins, Daniel's favorite animal. It was there, at the penguin exhibit, that Daniel informed me  he wanted one penguin for every child that we had.  So, when I had my suspicious that I was pregnant, I came up with a plan. I stopped at Wal-Mart after work, bought a pregnancy test and large penguin toy (it resembles a giant Weebl, and has colorful plastic balls in it's stomach). I came home, hid the penguin in my trunk, and sneakily took the test. When it was positive I told Daniel to go find a surprise I had for him in my trunk. He claimed he was scared and made me walk out to the car with him. As he opened the trunk and saw the penguin, he got excited and started hugging the box. He was so exciting screaming "A penguin!" I then said to him "do you know why I got you a penguin?" With a slight confused face he told me no. It was then I broke the news, "It's because you want a penguin for every child we have." An even more excited look came on his face. He then proceeded to stop hugging the box and start hugging me.

The penguin is now happily living in our living room, and Daniel loves it. The fact that it is a baby toy is also pretty convenient.

It feels good...

To write again! I used to write poetry all the time, but I've been in quite the writing slump lately. However, last week I wrote a poem, and it felt so awesome! I thought I would share.

Getting Back
By: Rebecca Spencer

I haven't been writing lately,
And I can't really tell you why,
But it feels good to get back to it,
Like filling holes from deep inside.

My poetry is a part of me,
And I almost let it slip away,
I'm not sure what inspired me,
But I am grateful anyway.

I may never be a master poet,
Only a few may read my words,
I'm happy just writing for myself,
Even if my rhymes remain unheard.

It's nice seeing scribbles on pages,
Where I have changed my mind,
Decided words just didn't fit,
Or thought of a better rhyme.

It's great just putting pen to paper,
Knowing this is a talent I possess,
It may not be beautiful or extravagant,
Though I still feel I've been blessed.

I have missed writing poetry,
It helps to keep me sane,
Express the things I'm feeling,
And helps me clean my brain.

I haven't been writing lately,
And I can't really tell you why,
But I'm not letting go this time,
Poetry is part of my life.

My Best Friend's Wedding!

Savanna was married recently (July 31st, so this post is a little bit late), but before I write about the wedding, I would like to talk about the friendship between Savanna and I. This is going to be a long one.

The circumstances in which Savanna and I met are quite interesting. It was June 5th, 2006(My 16th birthday) at Plain City Stake Girls camp; I was giving a presentation on first aid, and Savanna was watching the presentation... when I passed out. After I came to, the presentation continued, and I took a seat next to 'some girl that my friend knew'. Our strong connection was quite apparent as we quickly plotted our way out of the hike that was planned later in the aftertoon. We spent much of this girl's camp hanging out and getting to know each other, and we have been best of friends ever since. One intersting tid-bit is that I nearly didn't go to girl's camp this year because of some interesting circumstances. I felt girl's camp is where I needed to be at the time; I believe one main reason I was inspired to go was so that I could meet Savanna.

Savanna and I's relationship has not really been a smooth and easy one. Granted we get along well and have lots of fun together, but we have had plenty of bickerings. We have had to work for our friendship, and that is what makes it such a strong one. We have been through a whole lot together the past 4 years. We have made each other cry, laugh, and scream all on multiple occasions, but no matter what has happened, no matter where we were living, or how crazy we were acting, we always knew the other one was there for us.

Savanna is so kind, and has a very unjudging nature about her. She met me at a low point in my life. When I was worried about losing friends, she became mine. She doesn't care about the mistakes I've made or stupid things I've done, she simply cares about me. She has lifted me up when I could no longer make it on my own (literally and figuruatively), and I can only hope I have been able to do the same for her. We have both come a long way in 4 years, a long way that led to beautiful temple marriages.

Savanna's wedding was the first temple marriage I have been able to attend othger than my own. It was a very special experience to see my best friend get married, and I bawled like baby. I didn't cry because I was sad, I cried because I was so freakin' happy. I love Savanna and I am proud of her for making this decision. I was also so happy I was able to be in attendance. If someone would have told me when Savanna and I met, that in 4 years we would both be sealed to wonderful men, I think I would have laughed at them. Needless to say it was a beatutiful ceremony, and at the reception, there were adorable puppies!

Congratulations Savanna! I couldn't ask for a better friend. Four years and we have been through boyfriends, fiances and now husbands, weight losses, weight gains, fights, craziness, high points, low points and everything in between, tears, laughs, bunches of hugs and probably at least 15 bags of puffy cheetos. I look forward to our continuing friendship. If we made it this far, we can last a lifetime, and hopefully into the Eternities as well.