During our explorations we were able to go and see the memorial for Flight 93. For those of you who don't remember, it gives tribute to those 40 brave souls who were trapped on a hijacked airplane on the day of 9/11 and ended up losing their lives. When the hijackers took the plane over, they were planning on crashing it into an important structure in Washington D.C., possibly the capital building. The passengers were hearded into the back of the plane to await their certain death and, within the last 20 minutes of their scheduled flight, they revolted and tried to take the craft back over. Sadly, the hijackers made a last-second choice to crash the plane in a field in PA rather than get overrun and all on board died.
The field where Flight 93 went down is just a hilly area with a long walkway with information posted on plaques here and there, then a beautiful, white, marble memorial with the names of all the individuals whose lives were taken. At first, I thought it was really small and not as significant as it should be, but near the marble wall, there is a large open area with seats and I realized how awesome it was that people can come, quietly read over the names, then sit and reflect on the tragedy that happened on that day in our country's history. I was teary eyed most of the time while reading through the story of what happened, but when Brandan pointed out that beneath a female passenger's name was a small, colorless (hard to see unless you were about a foot away from it) engraving that read, "and unborn child," I burst into tears. I know I've been crying a lot lately when I feel emotional, unlike my normal, un-pregnant self that doesn't really cry unless something very seriously wrong happens, but I think I would have felt just as fall-to-your-knees humbled by it. Anyway, I didn't plan on writing very much about that trip, but I am just so grateful that Brandan and I were able to experience that feeling of love for our country and those who fight for it.
I figured that our baby is at least as precious to Brandan as his love of soccer, so this idea came to mind when I saw a picture of a pregnant woman who painted her belly to look like a pumpkin (maybe those two aren't related but that's my honest trail of thought).
When we got to the trick-or-treat, we realized we were the only adults dressed up so that either makes us really immature or super fun adults! haha. Anyway, I guess we weren't super decked out, just had humorous t-shirts on with soccer shorts and socks underneath. Plus, we get to wear them more often than just on Halloween!
As most of you know, my older sister Hayley had her second child, Emerie, a few weeks ago so to give her a chance to sleep while the baby would, we took care of her oldest, Lyndi, for a week here at Mom's house. We watched princess movies over and over, played games, went to the park a few times, went shopping, made apple pies, and painted our nails funky colors, though usually with some pink since it's her favorite. In fact, the day we were all at the park, she was wearing 8 different shades of pink - shirt, jacket, necklace, pants, socks, shoes, hair tie, and hair bow - she's hilarious. When we took her back home, I felt like I had lost my little shadow! I got use to having to explain everything that I was doing (she LOVES to ask "why are you doing that?" every chance she gets :)), let her help me do every little chore around the house, and hearing her constantly singing, "la la la la.... la la la la... so this is love..." from Cinderella. It was way fun having her around. Oh, and anytime Brandan was at work, she would ask me where he was, when he was coming home, and what he might want to do when he gets home. I think about 90% of the time his name was mentioned, she'd let me know how much she loves him. SO STINKIN' CUTE!
[Lyndi taking a picture of us on our walk - she refused to be outside at all without her sunglasses, even when it was cloudy or raining]
[Spencer and Lyndi at the park]
[Brandan and his not-so-secret admirer who followed him every step as he threw discs around the park for an hour, even though she didn't want to throw any herself]
I also have to post something pretty cute that happened the first day Lyndi was here with us. So my little sister, Alyssa, and I look fairly similar. She's only a bit shorter than me and isn't as wide or curvy as me, but we have similar hair and our facial profiles are almost the same. Anyway, Lyndi has a really hard time keeping us straight. Whenever she has just seen me in person or on webcam and then talks to Alyssa, she'll call her Sarah for the first little while and vice versa with me after she's seen and talked to Alyssa and then is talking to me. It's really funny and I shouldn't laugh when she mixes us up, because even our neighbors and people at church mix us up all the time too. In fact, in my Mom's ward, five different women have mistaken me for Alyssa until they see my pregnant belly and/or my cuddling up to Brandan. They laugh and say they feel silly not remembering Alyssa getting married or pregnant since the last time they'd seen her.
Well, the first day that Lyndi was with us, I decided to get a haircut and donate my hair to Lock of Love. I was able to donate four entire pony tails worth of long, curly hair and even got a free haircut! [Before and after pictures below] Just before I left to get it cut, I ate breakfast with Lyndi and she hadn't mixed me up with Alyssa yet. When I got home about an hour later, she called me Alyssa a few times before I had a little talk with her about the differences between Alyssa and I. I pointed out my ring and my braces-less teeth and my belly that has a baby in it (she was so excited that I had a baby inside of my belly too, since her little sister just came out of her mom's belly, haha) and after that talk, I think she only mixed Alyssa and I up once or twice more that whole week.
[I decided to let my hair grow out while pregnant since it's the fastest it has ever grown and I hadn't had it even close to this long since I was a little girl - I think I'll make it a tradition to donate it near the end of each pregnancy since that's the only time it grows enough between hair cuts to eventually get this long!]
[My little shadow and I, dressed alike for our last day together before she went home - we had matching shoes, pants, shirts, and even eye shadow!]
Just a quick update on pregnancy and baby: I can no longer exercise as of about two weeks ago. I had been going on long walks with Brandan each day after work but all of a sudden my pelvis and knees decided that they wanted to get ready to deliver a baby so they ache pretty sharply if I walk or are on my feet for very long - just a trip to the grocery store is enough walking for me now. I also haven't been sleeping at night very much the past week or two because I get incredibly itchy in the evenings and, even though I'm on meds for it and have tried several other anti-itching things, it comes and goes as it pleases so between nights when I'm really itchy and other nights when I'm not so itchy but the baby won't stop moving (she's officially become nocturnal), I don't get more than an hour of sleep total. Luckily, it's just Mom and I at home during the day usually so I can take naps while I don't itch and the baby isn't squirming around. I also have been having trouble doing anything in the late morning because around that time, and sometimes in the evenings also, I start feeling really faint for an hour or two and can't really do anything or focus on anything other than laying down on my side with my feet propped up and drinking powerade until it passes. My doctor in Iowa thinks it's just my anemia (I've only been anemic since being pregnant so it should go away once the baby comes), but I'm going to ask my new doctor here about it at my appointment this week because anything I do to prevent anemic episodes (eating lots of protein all throughout the day, not overexerting myself physically, not standing or sitting for too long, taking a high-iron prenatal each day, etc) hasn't made a difference. Brandan thinks that I might be overproducing insulin so that sugars don't stay in my blood very long and it dips my blood pressure down, but my glucose test they make pregnant women take during the second trimester came back negative. Anyway, so hopefully I'll be able to figure it out so I can actually make it through church one of these days and don't feel completely helpless and unproductive in the mornings during the week.
We had another ultrasound at the 35 week mark on the 18th and everything looks great. Our sweet baby is in "thee perfect" percentile for height and weight according to the doc, all her limbs and organs have developed correctly as far as could be seen, and her head is positioned down so she's all ready to go! According to her size, I am still due to have her on November 22nd (3 1/2 weeks from now!!!!). Brandan and I are getting so excited and are going to set up the crib and get the hospital bag and everything else ready this next week just in case she decides to come early. I'll post the ultrasound pictures as soon as I can, but since they are 3D and were given to us on a CD with a funky format, I still haven't quite figured out how to do that. They also gave us a few videos of her moving but I don't think I can post those...