Blog Friends.

Dear Chloe and Jessica,

You guys suck at blogging.

That's all.

Ketchup. Catsup. Catchup.

It's been a hot minute.

I always have seriously good intentions of posting regularly, but I just don't do it.  Then, weeks pass by and before I know it it's been almost three months since my last post.  Then, I start kicking myself wishing I had posted about all the cool and neat stuff that happened while it was fresh on my brain instead of having to pull those memories out of the archive.

 

Let's start with the obvious things--baby Hazel.   

We found out she is a girl and we named her Hazel.  Which, is the cutest most best name in all the land.  Caden and I were laying in bed one night trying to come up with something awesome.  We were both going through apps on our phone to find something that stuck out to us.  Caden suggested Hazel.  We pondered for a minute, I said it out loud a few times, and then I got teary eyed and said "Yep! Hazel!"  And I cried a little, because crying is what I do best these days, and I said "Did we just pick our babies name?"  And Caden said "Yep, we did."   And it was decided.       My family thinks its an old-lady-maid name, but I told them they would grow to love it.  After a few weeks, they have.  I'm always right.  

 

She just started kicking this week.  I was working one night and drank a coca-cola.  Apparently she's a big fan of the caffeine because she kicked me almost instantly.   I thougth to myself "what the heck was that?"  And then I remembered there is a baby in there and it was probably her kicking around.   She only did it that one time so I talked myself out of it, thinking maybe it was just awesome gas pains.   Then, the next day she did it a couple more times.  And then the next day a few more times.  And now she kicks me quite a bit and it's the neatest thing in all the land.  It's such a comforting reminder that she is in there and she's happy and she's swimming and she's loving it.   She's a happy babe, which I think is pretty dang cool.

 

School has been rough being pregnant.  Not that it's hard, but I just lack some serious motivation.   I only attend on-campus class twice a month, the rest is online.  However, those twice-a-month days are a real drag.  I strongly dislike mornings now that I work nights and trying to roll myself out of bed at 0700 to put on some makeup and brush my teeth is a definite struggle.   However, school is winding down and both Caden and I graudate in April.   Hellelujah!   I'm sure I'll be a big basket case that day, emotional and happy and excited and tired all at once.   I have been going to school since 2005 and changed my major a few dozen times, so to finally be done and accomplished in something is a great feeling.   And, to be graduating with my sweet husband while carrying our baby is just the icing on the cake.   Life is good.

 

Caden isn't quite done with school, however.  He has been applying to grad school and we have been waiting to hear from them in hopes of some good news.  He wants to get his PhD in Microbiology and do some form of research with virus's or bugs.  He hopes to work in the lab and find some unknown disease and cure it to make millions.   That's my boy.   Luckily, he doesn't want to go out of state and has only applied to Utah schools.  [I don't think I could handle raising a baby outside of Utah without our families to lean on.]   If Caden doesn't get into grad school, he hopes to get a job working near the U of U doing research in a labratory.   Whatever he does though, he will be great at it.  Caden has a good attitude about everything he does and that boy is wicked smart.  Hope Hazel gets those genes.  

 

Work has been a big thumbs up.  I only work 2 days a week and I've been working the graveyard shift.  Everyone groans when I tell them that, but I truly love the nights.  It's much less chaotic and it's so quiet and peaceful.  I enjoy making my patients comfortable, tucking them in and then letting them sleep for the next 12 hours.   It's super great.  Plus, Caden is a big night owl so he usually stays up pretty late while I work and then we sleep in together the next day.   The Hall family is pretty famous for staying up late and sleeping in late, which works great for graveyard shfit.   I've grown to love the nights and strongly dislike the mornings, much different then my own family.   I am starting to feel real comfortable as a nurse and am thinking I'm ready for a change of scenery soon.  I have to stay on the Orthopedic unit until November, because they paid for my education, but as soon as that time is up I think I might give homecare and hospice a whirl.   Always up for new opportunities, eh? 

 

Everything else is pretty stellar.  My family is doing awesome.   My mom is dating a neat guy and I truly like him a lot.  He treats her right and they have so much in common.  Cass and Lace are working on being married in Washington sometime in the near future and I couldn't be more stoked for them.  I love when people in love, especially when those people are part of my own family.  Candie is living the single life and being awesome at it.   She's got her own place, own car, own job, own money and she's rocking it.  Her kids and growing up quick and everyone is so excited for the baby.   Caden's family is all doing awesome, as well.  Curtis started a new job and thinks it is going to do really well for him.  Sue is rocking it at Jet Blue and earning those reward points so we can all fly to DisneyLand as soon as the babe is born.  Sadie is starting to date and grow into a gor-ge-ous girl with boys left and right, so many it's hard to keep up.  Chrish just put in his papers for his mission call and he's learning how to be a good missionary by attending the temple and being awesome.  

 

Things are pretty dang stellar.  Pretty dang.

 

I wish that this post wasn't so long and I wish that it wasn't so vague.

I wish I was better at posting.

I wish I was eating a Zupa salad.

I wish I wasn't at work.

I wish Caden was snuggling with me.

I wish I had a foot massager on my feet right this moment.

 

Life is good.

I'm a happy girl.

and that's all.

 

 

 

Callie Carter Hall

Registered NurseJoint and Spine