Not a whole lot to report. I've been super sick since getting home from our vacation, so it's kind of hard to tell what is a pregnancy symptom and what is just me feeling like crap for no reason. The only real thing I've noticed so far is that I am finishing my plate when I eat. I'm a small eater, barely picking at my food and handing the rest off to my husband to finish. It's kind of surprising when I find myself hungry enough to finish Both halves of a Chick-fil-A chicken salad sandwich.
Yesterday morning, before Matt and I jumped on our plane to head back home after a long vacation with our families, I took a pregnancy test. I've taken a lot of these since giving birth to Big Brother, but my hopes were dashed too many times for me to allow myself to get too excited this time. I had to take one though. My period was four days late. My periods haven't exactly been the most reliable as I've only had three since having Big Brother. I had made it a whole 18 months without a period, which was amazing by the way. This being so, my period being four days late wasn't a sure sign of anything. I watched the little strip and once again was disappointed as the second line appeared but the first one did not. I almost walked away right then, but the package says wait two minutes. Frustrated, but determined to follow the rules, I sat and waited. To my amazement, the tiniest, faintest line began to appear in slot number one. It was so faint you almost couldn't see it, but as my two minutes came and went, it darkened ever so slightly. The line was definitely there. I have yet to take tests number two, three, and so forth, but I'm pretty hopeful.
Just like with Big Brother, I'm equally scared and excited. Four weeks pregnant doesn't mean much. It takes at least 20 or so weeks before they can save a baby if something goes wrong. Honestly, it's hard to get truly excited, with no reservations, until the baby has been handed to you, eyes barely opening. I have hope though and I'm praying hard to be allowed to keep it. I won't be announcing anything until I'm about twelve weeks in, but I'm going to write here in my drafts so I can share with you my worries and my excitement each week until Baby Goodrich #2 arrives, which according to this calculator here, should be around November 29th, 2013.
Here we go again!
On June 4th, 2011, Matt and I got married civilly in my ward's church building. It was a beautiful event, one that I'll never forget. The whole neighborhood pitched in and we were able to put together an elegant little reception in the same building we were wed in. Considering we paid next to nothing, I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful reception. My mom made my dress, which turned out just as perfect as I could have ever imagined it and it seemed like nothing could possibly be better than that day; the day Matt and I were joined together. Except for those two words: "for time." Reality was, Matt and I could not be together forever with this civil marriage. Our union would expire the day one or both of us passed on.
Now, today, a little over a year and a half later, Matt, Ian, and I were sealed together at last. This time though, for time And all Eternity. Today was a crazy and hectic day for my family and I. Every single one of my siblings and their families made their way home to us to be a part of this incredible day, many of them driving across several states to do so. The beginning of the day and afternoon was overwhelming and hard for me, but as the sealing drew nearer we became even more excited. The sealing took place in the Logan, UT LDS Temple; a gorgeous temple that won my heart the moment I saw it. It was my fairytale castle; where my handsome prince would take me to be wed. I was elated when Matt said we could get sealed there.
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