I figure it's been a few days since I have posted, so I should probably post about something.

Problem is, I don't really know what to post about.

So here's my post. Enjoy!

You Know How Some People Do Wordless Wednesdays?

How about a Wordless Saturday?

(This significance of this picture? This was the day we found out I was pregnant. I look pretty tired, don't I?)

(Domino Fun on Conference Sunday - it's the Provo Tabernacle Temple!)

(And the Salt Lake Temple!)

(Not my best picture, but the Two Nancy's - Me and my Namesake. I love you Grandma!!)

Enjoy!

Baby Bump! (Finally - Some Pictures!)

This is at 10 weeks and just a few days before my first appointment!

Although the ultrasound measured kind of small, basic baby size at 10 weeks is about that of a kumquat.

Here I am now, six weeks later and looking happy as ever! This is 16 weeks and baby is roughly the size of a large avocado.

P.S. PLEASE forgive my amateur editing skills. I really need to take a few lessons from somebody who knows what they're doing with putting pictures side-by-side.

But I am 16 weeks and almost half way there!! Just four more weeks - crazy!

Well, I Felt Good About That

Here's my adventure for the day:

First of all, let me preface by stating that after this experience, my testimony has been strengthened about how not only does the Lord answer other people's prayers (whether conscious or subconscious) by working through you, but that He also prepares you for those small moments where you are needed most much far in advance. With that being said, let's commence.

Every day I have been telling myself that I need to get out and take a walk. I haven't been getting much exercise in lately and with me being pregnant, I know how important that is right now. And of course, every day I am always either so busy or something else has to come up to where suddenly it is too dark and I have lost my opportunity for a walk. Well, today I had a golden opportunity, and something inside just kept bugging me to take a walk. I had stuff I needed to do around the house, and I kept telling myself that a walk was pleasure and that pleasure comes after work, but my other hand kept telling me that it will only be light outside for so long and that I better take that walk now, or I'm going to miss out once again. Not to mention, I really needed to clear my head so I could work on that paper for my Ethics and Values class.

So I grab my phone and I head out the door. I headed north, like I usually do on my walks. As I rounded the corner, I noticed a little blond boy playing in front of a house across the street but didn't think much of it because I figured that those neighbors most likely had some grandkids over.

Suddenly, I hear a panting and pattering behind me and I turn around to see this half-grown pup pitbull running up behind me! Scared me half to death! But like I said, he was just a grown up puppy and he was just having some fun. He proceeded to sniff around me and circle my legs as I tried to keep walking over the bridge. The dog had a collar and I tried looking around to see who he may belong to, but I couldn't really see anybody that looked like they may be missing a dog.

I turned around again and there was that little boy running to catch up with us. He looked to be about 4 years old and held a Capri Sun in his hand. He was calling after the dog, so I figured those two belonged together. The only thing was, that dog kept running up ahead of us and kept running away at the last second.

"Is that your doggy?" I asked the little boy.

"Yep!" he replied.

"What's his name?"

"Fireman!" he again replied, or at least that's what I thought he said. Turns out the dog's name was Bear.

So I sort of helped him chase after the dog, but I figured the dog wouldn't be going too far and the little boy would be smart enough to not stray too far from home, or grandma's, or wherever, so I mostly walked behind a short distance and watched the boy ahead of me.

Not too far ahead, however, was a fairly busy road and Bear was getting close to crossing it. I thought, once again, that this boy would be smart enough to at least not go out into the road after the dog, but boy was I wrong! He stepped out without a second thought and thank goodness the driver saw him in time! He stopped and patiently waited for the boy to go back to the sidewalk. I also thought the boy would go back to the sidewalk, but no. The only thing on his mind was getting Bear back. So I hastily ran out into the road and grabbed him and pulled him back to the sidewalk, letting the car pass and the dog go to the other side of the road. Note as I pull the boy back that there was a lady in a gray shirt and someone else pushing a stroller on the other side of the road. It sounded like they were calling out to the boy, but I figured they were doing what I was doing - trying to get that boy out of the road - and didn't really know who he was.

I grabbed that little boy's hand and told him that roads and cars were dangerous and to not go out into the road by himself. He was really good to follow me back down the sidewalk. I decided at this point that we needed to abandon Bear and get this boy back to his parents, or wherever he came from.

I am really glad at this point that he is not mortally afraid of strangers. Well, after running out after a dog like that, I'm pretty sure this little boy wasn't afraid of anything. I struggled a little bit to get him back down the sidewalk the way we came, because sometimes he would burst out and try to cross the street again. I had to tell him that Bear will come home and that right now, we had to find his parents. Along the way, he found a cat and picked him up and carried him half the way with us. This boy sure loves animals.

So we approach the house where I thought he was, all the while with me asking questions like where do you live? Where were you coming from? (Grandma'.) Who is Grandma? Is it the Davenport's? (Yes.) But when we got to the Davenport's where I had first seen him playing, he said that wasn't it and kept on walking.

At this point, I was really starting to get worried because if that wasn't his grandma's house, then who did this boy belong to?? So I asked him his name (Wyatt) and we kept on walking, each time asking him Is this your house? (No.) Is that your car? (No.) Is your house across the street? (No.)

I was starting to get frustrated. I didn't know what to do. Finally, we approached the mortuary on the corner of 200S and 200E and saw some people outside. He pointed across the street and said, "Dad!" This made me so happy, so I made him keep holding my hand (which he gladly did, thank goodness) and we crossed the street together to go to the people at the mortuary. But I was confused. The people standing around weren't shouting relief and racing up to hug him! How could parents be so inconsiderate? Wyatt also insisted that we circle around every tree and walk on the roots above the ground. Why didn't he want to go to his parents? Suddenly, a man pushing a double stroller who was crossing the street ran up the sidewalk and yelled, "Wyatt!!" Oh, what a blessed sound!

Of course, Dad was very angry and put Wyatt straightway into the stroller. He also scolded Wyatt for letting Bear go. I told him I found Wyatt trying to cross the street and kept him back from getting hit by any cars. I also pointed the direction in which I believed the dog to be. His wife was driving a black Ford and he yelled to her which direction to go. He then thanked me and went on his way.

So, how do I feel about all this? Well, I realized early on in this adventure that I needed to go on that walk for a reason. I mean, there was backup in case I decided to ignore the prompting I felt (remember those people across the street with the stroller?), but I felt that I needed to go on this "walk" to save this little boy from any harm and return him to his parents. How amazing is that? To know that I helped out?

Something else amazing was that I wasn't scared or nervous about dealing with a little child. I am in Primary, but I still am not very good with talking to little kids. However, I felt very confident this whole time, and I think that it is because I have my 4 year old niece and nephew that I am very familiar with. What a hidden blessing that was with the Lord preparing me for this small moment.

I also believe it was a blessing from the Holy Ghost guiding me along in the right direction. Out of all the directions we could have headed, we headed back towards his parents. It's a big city out there. His parents could have been anywhere.

Did I do the right thing? I think so. Could the cars that passed or the people across the street with the stroller happen to be his parents following him at a safe distance while he chased the dog? The thought definitely crossed my mind, but they cannot blame a stranger for pulling a 4 year old out of the road and asking where his parents were. I don't think that was them across the street. I think I did the right thing, and I think the Lord prepared me for this very moment. It may not seem big to me, but I am sure his parents were sure grateful for my help. Or I at least hope so.

Anyways. I felt good about that. =)

You know, I was checking my UVU school progress on Wolverine Track and it just made me so sad to see all those music classes and other classes I had taken at USU that no longer apply to my graduation. I have to keep telling myself that they were not a waste of time and that learning music is a valuable skill regardless of whether you graduate in it or not. It's just sad to think that all my hard work up at USU will hardly even matter come January. Well, that's a lie because I know that a good 90% of my Gen-Ed's were done at USU. It's just still hard to think about.

But Scotty is really enjoying UVU! He just got his physical for the FAA which means that he is one step closer to being able to fly next semester! He is actually thinking of taking his Introduction Flight next week, which is basically the cheapest flight he's ever going to ever get. Ever. An instructor takes him up in a plane, flies around a little bit, and even lets Scott try his hand at flying. He pays $50 and he gets an hour in the sky. Seeing as how when he does his actual flight training next semester it will cost about $200 everytime he goes up, this will be a great opportunity for him to fly for cheap.

Guess what! We are going to General Conference!!! Our bishop had a bunch of tickets for the Sunday Afternoon session, and Scott and I jumped at the opportunity to go to a session up in Salt Lake! We went together to the Saturday Morning Session back in October 2009 when he first got home from his mission, so going to General Conference live really holds a special place for us in our hearts. But regardless of that, going to General Conference is just such a special experience for anyone! It is so almost overwhelmingly amazing to be so close to so many men such as the Apostles and the Prophets, and the amazing women that also lead in our church - the RS General Presidency, the Primary General Presidency, and the YW General Presidency. How grateful I am for these people who have been called to teach and lead us, especially our Prophet President Thomas S. Monson. I don't know how many really read my blog and out of you who do, how many of you are LDS or really believe anything, but I know that President Monson was called of God. You go to General Conference and you cannot deny that Spirit that you feel inside that building when the Prophet walks in. Oh goodness, I am just so excited, I can't stand it!

And one final thought: We are one step closer to officially buying our car! Our loan got approved and we just need to go over, sign a few more things, get the title, and be on our happy way out! I am very, very grateful, especially for the awesome people at UCCU who helped make it possible!

And that is all for now. I also have lately had an addiction for crossword puzzles. Have a great day! I can't wait for Halloween and all things Fall!!!