The Pregnant News

I apologize for my uncreative, surprisingly annoying way of telling my blog followers I am pregnant. I know, it was lame, and I should be punished for it. Trust me I have been punished. I have decided to make a list of things to know for people thinking about getting pregnant. Take this seriously.

1. When you eat, if you can eat, you will puke.
2. After you puke, you will rinse your mouth then try to drink some water, prepare to puke the water.
3. Your teeth will be chalky from stomach acid.
4. Your throat will be sore from chunks getting stuck.
5. You will try the advice of Ginger Ale, Saltines, but those don't make you feel better, you still puke.
6. You can only take Tylenol, so if you have multi-cold, prepare to just be miserable.
7. You are going to feel bloated.
8. All the foods you once ate, you won't eat.
9. A food will sound good, you will go out of your way to order it, or drive far to get it, then to find out...it looks disgusting after all.
10. Everything stinks, therefore can trigger throw up.
11. Your husband may become the smelliest human on earth all the sudden.
12. You really become good at finding out what stretchy clothes you have, and comboing them together.
13. Crying has to be a must, because after you puke your guts out all day, crying is all you know how to do.
14. It really is the best thing in the world to hear your husband say, "Goodnight Baby."

Now that you are well versed in what the first 12 weeks will be like....you are only 1/32423542 prepared to be pregnant.

Sally makes me mad, she keeps saying, oh it has to be so much better than cramps.
I'll shove that down your throat Sally when you are pregnant. I would take back cramps in a heart beat.

Oh and all you women who say, "Oh I wasn't sick one day of my pregnancy." I hate you. Really I hate you. And you have no excuse for not having 3210948092384 children. Unless of course you are unable to afford, handle or numerous other reasons.

On the flip side, it has brought Brad and I closer together. We are realizing the bigger picture, what really matters. We don't care what people think. We are so happy, except for when he eats fatty foods, and pickles, I can really smell those on him for days, and I have a hard time being around him without gagging. But other than that we are happy.

I'm at 13 weeks now, and I was supposed to have a 12 week appointment but I have one in a week, and I will ask for the Zofran if I am still on this throw up every meal routine. Hopefully I am closing towards the end though...I've said that for 3 weeks now.....

If you as a previously pregnant person have any other random crazy advice of how to avoid the pukes let me know.

Don't even ask Brad and I our baby names, chances are, we won't tell you, because we don't know.
I have typed up my week to week thoughts. Those will be soon to come.

My due date is Sept 15, 4 weeks after my sister Summer, my sister Tosha just had a baby, so there will be 3 babies in one year. That has to be something for my mom.
Yay for being pregnant!

News

yep, I'm pregnant!

Celebs

I just discovered that the guitarist in the band Maroon 5, James Valentine has a sister. That is married to Brad's cousin. Wow. I feel so close to fame right now.

Brooke had a fun party for her birthday at our house. Our house is a little basement and nobody should have to live with cellar windows for too long, it gets depressing. But we are the middle man for family for parties, so every party is at our house...which I don't mind because in a few months family will be many many hours away. Tears.

Julie decorated the cake with oversized M & Ms. If you are wondering if we made fun of her, we did.

She turned 32!!

We let go of a very pretty baby.

Made a profit of 100 dollars and kept it a year, so we felt it was a good investment, but since Brad got this Fender Jaguar, we had to say, lets not get out of control with our guitars.

I love Brad, and so any new purchase, I am understanding and loving. Its a good hobby, a talent I respect and love. Also, such a life long thing. Well the Grammy's are playing in the background and maybe my goal of getting to bed before 10:30 will happen. Doubt it, since I'm married to Brad Clark who doesn't think anything past midnight is an okay time to go to bed. PS can you believe its already FEB!! Time is flying. And it snowed today. Loved it.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I don't feel like blogging. I'm sorry. So much has happened. Brad's dad was in the hospital and I felt like a train wreck that week. Then our car got stolen that same week. New train wreck. 

But things are going better. The car was recovered, we had to go to court to waive the towing fees, still had to pay 50 dollars. Glad to have it back, they stole our GPS, which was in the glove box, so they didn't steal the car for that I'm guessing?

Brad and I are on a Wallyball team, and usually we have 3 people against four, but we have played just me and Brad and we are UNDEFEATED!!! Who knew? Wallyball. School is going well, today was 100 day, and I was glad to have survived. I only called Brad once in desperation, then I remember he had a test. I just needed someone who could help me without me telling them what to do. I need an aid basically.

Now Brad has a basketball game and I need to shower before it. Probably not going to happen. I can't believe its Feb. I am so busy. You probably have an idea, but if you haven't been a K teacher, then you have NO idea. I always feel frazzled. Things are never slow...Things are never relaxed... and I come home to a messy basement apartment and I live with 2 people who are just as busy as me, and we always play...who is going to clean next??? Which is a horrible way to live. I come home around 5, 5:30 and try not to just fall asleep. Or I have Wallyball, basketball, or some game to go to. It's so easy to eat out. I could eat out every day. Just a quick salad somewhere, home food is better but then you have to clean up. Blah. These pics are from Christmas. The brown hair is going to be gone this Saturday, thank you! I'm sick of it.

These were taken on Christmas day.

My dad tried to hold Jemma my niece, she's not usually like this, she just freaked out.

I'm not sure if you have seen a Hansen Christmas, but this one was beyond anything I have ever seen because we had more nieces and nephews then the previous 2 year before I had been there.

Everybody has presents under their tree, and their santa red bag with their name on it is also full.

Brad and I got 3 headlamps, somehow Santa miscommunicated with the elves and forgot to tell them he already gave us our headlamps.

The spouses don't have bags, so their gifts get mingled in, well sometimes I would pull something out that I thought was for me, but really it was for Brad, it was awkward at times.

The garbage on the floor was insane, and the commotion was insane. At least I got to open my presents before church.

We had the Skinner family for Christmas and we got them these cute aprons among other things.

Of course we had to have a shoot out in the back yard.

I hit a few.

Brad tried to let us hit the clay birds but after about 4 shots of girls he would finally shoot and hit it.

Oh and Brad's valentine present is IN THE MAIL!! After about 40 hours of work, finally!!! He read my texts and found out that it is a book that I made him online. But after being SO mad at him, I realized it wasn't worth it and just took his apologies and "I'll do anything for you," for awhile then I finally forgave him :)

My last and final question, how many otter pops have you eaten in a day?

Me....probably in the 40s.

Is that nearly obesity? Maybe that's why  my most recent picture was over a month ago.

Jk, the otter pops have not made me obese, yet.

Learned

This is my first post on an iPad. My school is trying them out and man I'm annoyed at how slow I type. I'm sitting in the icu, not myself in here but a family member, not the happiest place, but I am with brad and I love him to death. Some things I have been reminded of this week.
Let's make a little list:
-I married a person that is beyond comprehension selfless.
-I married a calm, collective person.
-I married a freckled, dedicated person. (I know I always include the freckles part)
-I married a level headed person.
-I married a forgiving person.
-I married someone who I came to know this week in a traumatic experience and he was so positive and loving.
-I married someone who doesn't judge.
-I married an angel.

This has taken me 30 min to type, but in the icu that's like 1 sec.
Brad is a good guy. I knew that before but I don't think he has or any husband has received the recognition they deserve.

I love brad that's what this post is about.

Christmas

I brought the tradition of the real tree. This year we took our decorating seriously. (Notice Brad's increasingly huge and growing biceps and triceps and adorable freckles that I hope every one of my children get a sprinkle of, actually why don't you just make this picture bigger than you can really see his sexiness)
Brad brings real candy canes, and I bring the wood candy canes that my mom gave me right off her tree when I mentioned I liked them, she does that all the time.

"Oh mom I love that serving bowl."
-She dumps out the salad, hands it to you and says, "Its yours."
"Uh, I didn't want it, I just said I liked it."

But I loved the candy cane gift. They are adorable.

Brad and I watched the old man we bought the tree from tie the tree to the back of our car with bunny ears and twine. I thought to myself, "That is going to fall right off."
And it did, driving down the road, we lost our tree, but we got it right back and put it in our back seat with the windows open sportin our flocked tree.

Some day we will have this wonderful living arrangement where we dont have to squeeze the tree between the tv and the table, but for now this will suite us just perfectly.

As long as the lights shine and the tree smells it makes our basement apartment feel a little more like home and Christmas.

Brad and I always say, "It doesn't matter where we are, we are just so glad we can be together, and we don't notice any other misfit things in our lives." Well actually I just say that, and Brad goes along with it. I'm the deep poetic one in our relationship, he is the calm and reasonable one.

I hope your Christmas was as merry as ours, and I hope you are happy with whatever your life brings you, whether you live in a basement apartment, a mansion overlooking the river, or a beach house in San Diego, I hope you are happy with what you have, and realize what you have. Someday when I don't have to work anymore, and my husband does all the providing, I bet I will look back and wish I cherished those days more. My New Year's Resolution is to enjoy the moment more. Sit down and do a puzzle with those five year old's instead of stressing about the next thing. Sit down and forget about the dishes and enjoy the people who unexpectedly came for a visit. Sit down and enjoy my basement apartment, sister living with us, husband going to school and working, enjoy life and don't worry about spending too much money at Costco, or eating that piece of 350 calorie truffle.

Sit down and just enjoy, that's my resolution.
Pretty sure Brad's is to serve more.
I guess that is a good one too.

There is my mom's famous candy canes my mom gave to me.

Brad got a bit carried away with the poses. So I just run with it, and let him do his thing. He loves any type of rapper pose, I think it is his new thing, crouch down, thrust his crotch forward (yikes) and sit and make this hard core face. (Which is not possible with is dorable frecks).

This is similar to some pose I have seen before...what is it???? Gosh what is it?? Oh ya, when I tell him to vacuum.

Then this is when I say, Oh honey I bought a few new things for myself totalling like 200 dollars, thats okay right??
Then he acts like its okay but is really getting ready to deck me, then I can't remember much until the next morning when I am trying to cover up my bruise with make up.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Everytime

This break has gone by too fast. Everytime I went to write on my blog I felt like I needed to do something else, plus I have this weird strange thing where I can't write if someone is watching me (BRAD). So this is the time I feel I have come to open up to the blog readers...while Brad is playing basketball and I got back from Yoga before him.

Yoga is so relaxing, stretching, breathing and centering your chi, and then the new unexperienced guy rips a big fart. How can you not laugh? It is dead silent!! I tried so hard not to laugh so so so so so so so hard. He was right in front of me, we were going into child's pose, and boom a huge loud fart. Anyone who has any sense of humor will chuckle?? Or be grossed out. But its yoga! Its silent, no sounds allowed! (I just typed aloud instead of allowed)

Yoga fart. It loosened him right up.

Today Brad and I ventured over to my classroom to tidy things up and get ready for tomorrow. He kept moaning and groaning as I made him change the calendar, take down all the work in the room, sharpen pencils, and staple my newsletters to reading calendars. "When will we be done, this is so boring Brit, how do you do this job blah blah blah"

Then we wen to sensuous sandwich. I always order an 8" and then Brad says, NO she wants a 10.
EVERY TIME

Then I had to pick up some cute adorable things at Old Navy.
Then we had the idea to go to a 3:00 show. Oh man I can't wait until I am unemployed and just can hit up the matinee anytime. I would totally go by myself. Totally. Plus a guy gave us a free ticket to our movie.
Dollar movie just got cheaper.

Then we came home and played catch phrase with each other. Its funny that we do that, but we have done it forever and we end up laughing so hard in the end. Usually I end up punching Brad and him tickling me till I am screaming for all to hear...I always win. Always.

Then we played Rummy, and Brad won. Now tomorrow I have to go back to school and Brad will go to work and his school starts on Thursday. He is only taking 5 credits, its all he has left, his last semester, last hurrah.

And that is how I ended up behind loose butt in Yoga.
I forgot that I still haven't showed my sexual halloween costumes yet.

Brad was a plug.

 And I was an outlet.

And I am just ready to talk about why I dyed my hair.

I thought I had lice, and dying it is the fastest way to rid of it.

But I over reacted and it wasn't lice.

This is my cute AM class. Mind you I wore this Rangers costume after they lost the World Series. 

Brad still loves them.

PM class. Aren't they just adorable.

Plugged together forever.

That sounds like toilet talk.

Maybe in Feb I will talk about Christmas. I just hate talking about it right away because it reminds me that it is over. I don't like it when Christmas is over. But I do have Valentine's Day to look forward to now. Its the day that was made so you can make up for yourself if you sucked at giving gifts at Christmas.

Oh Happy New Year!

Brad and I have been married 2 1/2 years!!

Now I need to go make our lunches for tomorrow. :(

Such A Happy Time

Some days I think..."Hey maybe I'll write on my blog." Then I become completely immersed in curling up on my couch in my jammies, and bask in the silence and serenity of my quiet home. I sip on my cold water from a cup, and read my book (The Inheritance) and maybe go to the gym or maybe this is after I get home from the gym. My brain starts to turn back on around 10 pm, right when I need to go to bed.

I'm in chaos all day. I don't think the average person understands the chaos of kindergarten. Today I was pulled from every direction. My afternoon class is just lagging behind in writing skills, there is just 10 of them who aren't confident enough to write words on their own. They can do it, they just need me there. I don't remember it being this painful. I don't remember writing 4 words taking one hour for half my class. Mrs. Clark, I need my shoe tied, Mrs. Clark I lost my crayon, Mrs. Clark I don't know how to spell cookie dough. Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark Mrs. Clark!!! AHHHH just stop all of you stop.

I hear their little voices in my head. Its a typical horror movie.
But I love them. I need them, and after a long break I am ready to get back to them.

Except it was hard to go back after Thanksgiving, since we spent 40 hours in the car total. It was crazy and I felt like it wasn't a relaxing break. It was way fun regardless.

Our mini-van was sweet. Tvs, XM Radio (is that what it is called?? I don't know my brain has really become a jelly bowl lately). Brad drove way too much. I slept better when Brad wasn't driving and he was next to me. I woke up at one point and there were probably 20 or 30 elk in the middle of the road. Also, during that time Brad and Alex were drinking their 2nd energy drink and they drove for 15 hours straight. How is that healthy? They were cheersing their energy drink after I was SO mad at Brad for drinking another one. Brad is still having back pain from this drive. It was brave of him. And very kind to drive the entire time.

Brad yelled, "Im in my garments Brit!" Right when I took this...I didn't care. He wouldn't wake up. This was my threat.

We stayed with a good friend of Brad's when he was growing up in Dallas, they were in PCity for Tday so we just traded! Chels, Linds and I made Thanksgiving dinner. It was quite an experience, I kept saying, "My mom will be proud." Then when I messed up, "What would my Grandma think of me right now?"

Linds invited some friends of hers from Southwestern. They were friendly and afterwards we found out that one had never been to a Thanksgiving dinner before, due to being from NZealand. We kept apologizing that it was a pretty bad excuse of a Tday. He seemed very happy and impressed regardless that our turkey was the size of a small foam football. Kinda looked like foam too. 

After dinner we went to the Cowboys game. Brad insisted upon wearing sweats. It was quite wierd. He said, "I can wear these when its cold and when it gets hot all of you will be like, oh its so hot (then he pulled up his sweat pant legs) and I will pull these up and be cooled down."

Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his brain. Sometimes he is so smart and witty. And other times he is.....like a five year old. Its a strange and lovable quality he has.

Oh whats that in the distance??? A space ship.

No, the Cowboys stadium.

Brad bought a Cowboys shirt for the occasion. He owns a Cowboys snuggie, but we forgot it!

I forgot to tell you I dyed my hair. Well now you know.

We saw A LOT of drunk people. I didn't know there could be so many drunk people in one place. It has to be against the law or something. I understand one or two drinks, but how can you trust yourself when you get COMPLETELY drunk in a public place with so many other drunk people. Its just a phenomenon. 

We were in the nose bleeds. We saw one guy punch another guy a few times in the face. Believe it or not they were DRUNK.

Nothing against drunk people. Just didn't know it was so COOL to be drunk at a football game. 

First NFL game. I will be more prepared next time.

They passed out free signs. Chelsea fell for it.

The stadium was unreal, and quite suspicious. 

This is Brad's mom and her new husband Gordan.

This is Chelsea (Brad's baby sister) and her husband Alex. Alex goes to BYU and is super smart with computers, studies computer stuff. Chelsea is a nurse and works a lot.

This is Linds, she now lives in Dallas, moved from Boston, and is getting her PHD in Molecular Bio-Physics. I don't know if there is a hyphen there, but oh well. Half the time I can barely get it all out. Its for smart smart people. If you can get it all out, you are in. I am not in.
Brad, obviously is my husband, you know him. Mike is the only one missing here in this sibling picture. Mike is in his residency in Georgia with is wife Janeen. They were greatly missed on this trip.
I guess they are busy or something ;)

We had some real problems finding this place. We drove all over looking for it. Rachelle INSISTED she knew where it was. It wasn't there. We found it somewhere else. Cici's is a pizza buffet all you can eat 5 bucks. Brad and Chels grew up eating here, as well as Dairy Queen. (inside joke)

They were OVERJOYED to be back after so MANY years.

I felt no connection to cicis, but I was glad to be eating some food.

Chels looks like the zombie on I am Legend when he loses his partner. No offense Chels. 

Brad ordered an entire pizza specific to what he wanted. 

I am glad we do not have one of these in Provo. 

This is the "OH my, I'm going to eat more pizza than my body weight." Face.

True loves of Brad

Brittany 

Pizza

Guitar

Electric Guitar

All you can eat buffets

Sandwiches

Salads

Guitar Center

That sums up our trip. I'm going to go back to my couch curling up reading my book with cold water in a cup. Maybe you will hear from me another day soon. But if you don't, you know what I am doing.

PS we set up our tree, and it is so beautiful.