Of course we still have no idea whether we are having a boy or girl (although, I am seriously convinced it is a boy), but we will be prepared for painting and décor once we DO find out! These are the two color schemes were like for each gender. We don’t want to paint the walls blue or pink because in about 3 years when little Sesame will be joined by baby number 2, we don’t want to have to repaint! So, we’ll probably do a beige on the walls if we choose this boy set. Or a soft lime green on the walls if we choose this girl set.
After 6 years of Girl’s Camp as a youth, this year I went back for a 7th as an adult. There is something you should know about LDS Girl’s Camp…it is exactly the same everywhere. The crafts are the same, the food is the same, even the Mormon Boy Song is the same. I thought in 5 years it would have changed a little, but no. I was an adult leader over the 12 year old girls, the little firsties. I didn’t realize at the beginning the reason why I was placed with the 12 year olds, but after the first day of camp when I’d already been repeatedly mistaken as a 16 year old youth leader by both adult leaders and campers alike, I was grateful they placed me with the 12 year olds for the slight advantage in the age juxtaposition.
Some funny stories from camp:
We were sitting around the picnic table waiting for our food to cook over the fire.
I mentioned something about my husband.
12 year Hannah exclaimed, “YOU have a husband!? How old are you? Like, 17?!”
“No, no, Hannah. I’m actually 23 (and then I added the ½ because I was talking to a 12 year old and those extra 6 months might have really helped convince her of my maturity).”
20 minutes or so passed. Sister Morgan, the other adult leader, asked me something regarding my pregnancy. Hannah, again, shocked, “What you’re pregnant and you’re engaged! Wow!”
So, at that point Sister Morgan and I both felt the need to fill in the gaps that these 12 year olds were so unsuccessfully completing themselves. “No, I am not a 17 year old immorality statistic, who got knocked up and thus has to marry some random boy from high school in a shotgun wedding. I am actually: a 23 year old who got married in the temple over 2 and ½ years ago to my college sweetheart who happens to be a return missionary. And now we are starting a family…”
Again, but on a different day, we were sitting around the picnic table waiting for our food to cook over the fire. Leah, one of our 12 year old girls, who was standing next to me asked Sis. Morgan if she could go to the bathroom. Sis. Morgan who was intently focused on the camp stove looked up at me and said, “Well, yeah!” And then burst out laughing. Leah left to do her business, but the rest of us just stared at Sister Morgan who was still bubbling over with laughter. Finally, after she regained composure she explained what all her fuss was about. “Sis. Newman! I thought YOU we asking me if you could go to the bathroom! I couldn’t figure out why you were asking to go to the bathroom! And why you were being so whiney about it!” So, not only do I look 17 but I also sound like a whiney 12 year old.
The theme of camp was “The Road to Virtue.” Many of the lessons and workshops and devotionals emphasized the importance of a temple marriage and how a virtuous life can prepare you to get married in the temple and be rewarded with an eternal family.
I often found myself reflecting back to my last year of girl’s camp as a youth. I was seventeen years old and really struggling with all of the baggage that accompanies such a wretched age. A temple marriage wasn’t important to me at the time, it sounded nice but it wasn’t a need…it was simply a want. 5 years later, I marvel that my want for a temple marriage turned into a need, and ultimately a reality. I don’t think a specific event could be labeled my turning point, or a specific person my rescuer. But there are those who I know helped me along the way. I am grateful for my best friend in high school who always supported and encouraged me to do the right thing, not only with her words but by her example. I am grateful for my father who instilled in me at a very young age the difference between right and wrong.
I am grateful to have met and married a man whose capacities for virtue, faith, and love far exceed my own.
Lastly, I am grateful for the waiting spirit in heaven who Heavenly Father will soon be entrusting us with. This baby represents my future goals and my need to set an example for my children by continually upholding the standards of the gospel.
I get more excited about my OB appointments that I do about vacation, so when I was called at 9:15 Monday morning and notified that my 11:30 appointment was cancelled, I was devastated. My doctor totally skipped town on meâ€¦permanently!! So I opted just to meet with my nurse practitioner because she could get me in the next day at 3:50 and the possibility of hearing my babyâ€™s heartbeat sends a yearning through my veins like a cocaine addiction. Later, I was told that this would be an interview-style appointment. They wonâ€™t check the baby at all and I wonâ€™t undergo any tests, I will just map out the rest of my appointments and go over my labs with the nurse practitioner. Bummerâ€¦no chance to hear the heartbeat L. I told Jason not to come because it would just be a lot of questions and answers and no real baby time, and he agreed to that.
When I arrived at my appointment Tuesday afternoon I was surprised that I was immediately put in an examination room, instead of my nurseâ€™s office. When the nurse arrived she asked me some more medical questions. She also read back my lab results from my last appointment; I donâ€™t have anemia, diabetes, or STDS, or AIDS, or antibodies that would hurt the baby, and I havenâ€™t gained a single pound. She said according to my stats I look like a vegetarianâ€¦but no. And I have one of the lowest blood pressures sheâ€™s seen. SO, healthy as a horse, right? She then said we would check the heartbeat. At that, I was super excited but a little peeved because the girl on the phone specifically said they would not check the babyâ€™s heartbeat, so I told Jason not to come! He was going to miss this! After 5 long minutes of searching, my nurse could not find Sesameâ€™s heartbeatâ€¦which is what happened last time. But, the babies is 4 weeks bigger now, 4 weeks stronger now, soâ€¦.it should have been easier. She left to get another nurse. That nurse also gave it a whirl using the Doppler. After another 5 minutes of silence she suggested we try an ultrasound. Which I REALLY jumped on. I am only allowed 1 ultrasound (the 20 weeker, that tells you the sex) with my insurance unless a nurse specifically requests one be done. I knew I should be worried that I was needing an ultrasound but I honestly felt that the baby was fine. The nurses thoughâ€¦they were worried. Here I am, I havenâ€™t gained a pound, I have no pregnancy symptoms, and they canâ€™t find the heartbeat at 14 weeks. But the ultrasound instantly showed baby Sesame. We could only see the crown of the babyâ€™s head because the body was stretched out toward my back, which explained to the nurses why they could not find the heartbeat. After a little jostling the baby moved so we could see a full profile. I noticed some fingers and some toes wiggling. The baby kept touching itâ€™s little, alien face. I poked my stomach to see if the baby would react and it did! And of course there was a heartbeat, 162 bpm. I looked really hard for gender anatomy but the baby was too small and in the wrong position. It was the best surprise ever! I was only disappointed that Jason missed out on all the fun. Unfortunately, I donâ€™t have any pictures to show off but check back in 6 weeks, and I definitely will!