For starters, if you have been following our blog, you know my aggravation toward Goldstone Place Apartments, and I am EXTREMELY pleased to announce that we do NOT live there anymore. We now live in a condo/townhouse/duplex (whichever you like to call it) in the mouth of Ogden Canyon. It has been such a refreshing change, and I love all the extra space. Moving from a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment, into a 4 bedroom, 3 1/2 bathroom townhouse with our own back yard and garage, has been an amazing blessing; I am not sure that I can ever go back to apartment living. Not to mention, that due to my unbelievably generous in-laws, we now have our very own washer and dryer. For those of you who have never lived without the convenience of a washer and dryer, I can assure you, this was one of the most amazing gifts I could have ever asked for - thanks mom and dad :)
While the move was a big change, it was definitely not our biggest change. Our biggest and best change came about in February when we learned that our little family would be growing. Yes, it is true, Richard and I are expecting, and as scary as it is to think that we are going to be responsible for raising a little life, we couldn't be happier. I believe that life is a gift from God, and while I am not naive enough to think that it will be an easy journey, I have faith enough to know that God will guide our steps and give us the provisions necessary to raise His precious little warrior.
Even so, our little gift does not come without its wonderment. Everyday, I think about our baby, and I have so many questions. Will we have a boy or a girl? Will he/she look like me? Am I ever going to sleep again? Will I really be able to finish my degree? That last question is possibly the one that haunts me the most.
I just finished my fourth year of college, and while I should have been walking across the stage in a black cap and gown, I sat in the audience and cheered-on my good friends (whom I am extremely proud) as they accepted a degree that I have been working so hard to achieve. After my injury, I knew that my Spring 2010 graduation date would no longer be in sight, but I always thought that Fall's commencement would be in grasp. Now, with a baby on the way, I am uncertain of my graduation date. I desperately desire to finish what I started, and with only 20 credit hours worth of dance courses and fashion classes standing between me and the finish line, I would say that it would be stupid to throw away the last four years of my life.
I am realistic, though, and I know that this little bundle of joy heading our way is going to change our lives in ways I can not even imagine; if that means I do not receive a piece of paper from the university that tells the world I completed a number of rigorous requirements in my particular field of expertise, then I will still have counted it worth it. If, on the other hand, everything goes according to plan, I will be able to slowly check off my remaining courses over the next couple of years and have my degree in hand by Spring 2012; that would truly be the icing on the cake.
To some, that might sound insane, and to others, you know exactly where I am coming from. You see, at only 15 weeks into my pregnancy, I have already fallen in love with my little baby girl/boy; I would do anything for my child whom I have yet to meet.