i want my baby

Last week {was it just last week?} me and adam were watching t.v.

Of course.

And the show we were watching was showing an episode where one of the main character’s daughter was pregnant. the mom was livid and she wanted her to get an abortion.

Jump to the moment where the girl is about to get the abortion and the doctor/friend is telling her what she believes. she says:

“I believe life doesn’t begin until birth. Up until then, you are in charge of your body and the fetus is not really a life.”

Or something to that effect.

I then proceeded to cry.

“How could people believe that?!” I cried out to Adam.

I didn’t understand it. How could you believe that there is no life {real} inside of you? How could you doubt that after even 8 months what you have been carrying inside of you isn’t a real person but just a… thing?

My baby is real. My baby is a life. I can’t deny that what I feel inside me everyday isn’t a little person living and growing.

I know already who my baby is. I know he already has his likes, dislikes, needs, wants, quirks, and personality. What I feel is not just a unknown thing living off of me.

He’s my baby. And I can’t wait to get to know him.

I just want him. I want to cuddle with him and kiss him and hug him and hold him.

The wait is killing me.

why i love my husband: number 96

96. he always finds my hand, even in the middle of the night.

oh the dears

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{courtney, whitney, me, holli, amy, heather}

i like these girls a lot.

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and i miss them a lot. 

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on saturday we were able to all get together for lunch and catch up. [minus heather who is serving the Lord. boo-yah!]

it was the highlight of my week by far.

thank you for coming girls!

let’s not wait til another one of us is pregnant to all be together again. :)

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let’s start a revolution

we cannot agree with a name.

Adam shoots down my names. I in turn veto any of his ideas.

and if we do agree on a name, Adam says it’s not “this boy’s” name. it’s for a younger brother.

so now we have our second, third and fourth boys named.

but no first child of the Megan and Adam Robinson clan.

Adam suggested starting a revolution and not naming him at all. Just calling him baby, man or “hey you” throughout his life.

I vetoed. {of course}

Please help? Vote.

  1. Rocky {the Italian Stallion}
  2. Roman
  3. Isaac*
  4. Samuel*
  5. Charlie
  6. Benjamin*
  7. Burton
  8. Eli
  9. Abraham
  10. Maximus
  11. Steele
  12. Jimmer {as in Jimmer Fredette, Adam's hero}
  13. Jack
  14. Parker

*names set aside for future little brothers

what do you guys think? some of those are real. some are {obviously} not. But you will probably be surprised which ones we (or Adam…) is actually considering.

and as you can plainly see by just the size of the list, we could use all the help we can get {narrowing down}names…

{don’t be shy} I’m open to suggestions.

i am entitled

to eat the rest of the pan of brownies by myself. DSC03833

straight from the pan.

can you really {judge} me?

hello, penguin

I am starting to waddle. Penguin style. Not that I’m really huge that I need to waddle, but my muscles and bones are starting to hurt really bad that the only way I can walk is by walking with my legs apart. And try my best to not move my hip joints. And it works for the most part. Besides Adam laughing at me because I look ridiculous.

Actually his real words are:

“You look like you pooped your pants. Cause from behind you don’t look pregnant so people walking behind you are probably like ‘Did that girl poop her pants? I don’t want to walk behind her if she just pooped her pants. How embarrassing.’ If I saw someone walking like you on campus that would be the first thing I would think. Not all pregnant people waddle so it’s hard to tell.”

Thanks babe.

I laughed pretty insanely hard.

This all happened in the .2 seconds that it took to drive back from my friend Amy’s. I almost wish it all played out while we were at her apartment so someone else could experience this ridiculous and crude conversation.

But here is how I look now. When I went over to Amy’s tonight, the first thing she said was, “Oh my gosh, you’re huge!!” Yes. Yes I am.

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And the view looking down. As you can see, my feet are not longer existent.

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4 more months!

4 little words

I miss this little girl.

And her sweet words to me everyday:

“Your tummy’s getting bigger!”

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Thanks for making our break memorable, Camilla.

We miss you!

here’s to new beginnings

HAPPY 2010!!

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{love the Robinsons}