Oh, Hello Again Blog...did you miss me?

I recently had this thought, "Oh, I have a blog. When was the last time I looked at it? It's probably feeling neglected...maybe I should post something..."

I bet you thought I was never coming back.
I bet you thought I had forever abandoned you.

In order to not make this the longest post EVER (because who would want to read that) I will give you a super quick recap on our lives since last June (*gasp* it really has been a long time):

• We moved...not far away...but we LOVE this apartment and it has 2 bedrooms.
• We work. I go to school.
• Our brothers came home from missions and Guy's brother has been living in our 2nd bedroom since August.
• We learned from the runaway incident (see last post) and Dexter has been sporting a handsome green collar/id tag ever since.
• I'm graduating in APRIL...yep, that's in three months.
• My Dad moved to Alaska for a job and the rest of my family is making plans to follow him soon. I'm still dealing with how FAR AWAY Alaska is... :(
  

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And the most beautiful/exciting/mind-blowing/humbling/terrifying bit of news:

There is a beautiful baby girl growing in my belly.
After praying/wanting and grieving the loss from two miscarriages its hard to believe sometimes that this miracle is happening to us.
She's healthy. I'm healthy. We couldn't ask for more.
She is making her grand entrance this May (four weeks after I graduate).
I'm totally in love.

Our Runaway

This morning when Guy and I woke up...there seemed to be something different in the house. The lump at the foot of the bed wasn't there, and the friendly "Good morning!" meows we get everyday could not be heard. Dexter wasn't there!
We looked through the ENTIRE apartment and in all his usual spots- NO Dexter. This was when we started to panic.
We walked around the yard, front and back- NO Dexter. Guy had to leave for work so I was left to continue the search all by myself while trying to not have a full on panic attack.
Dexter is our baby. We love him. He is an irreplaceable member of the Sundwall family. Needless to say I was really scared and had all of the worst-case scenarios running through my mind.
I set some food outside our door for him and took off on foot. I walked around our entire block shaking his treat can and calling to him. NO Dexter.
I made some Missing Cat listings and put them up online. Frantically called some sleepy friends to enlist them in the search (this was still all before 9 am). And I set out walking again. This time I only made it two houses away when I see the most adorable orange face peeking out at me from a stairwell! DEXTER! He recognized me and just walked all casually over to me like it was no big deal. I scooped that baby up and took him right home.
I am just so grateful that I was able to find him, and find him safe, and relatively quickly. We don't know how he got out, but we think it was sometime in our coming/going last night.
Needless to say I am going to be keeping a very close eye on this little runaway.

My thought of the Week:

Its REALLY hard to admit that you need help.
I'm not always strong and I can't do everything myself.
And its OK.

I've been having a rough time lately and I am overwhelmed by how many people in my life have popped out of the wood work and blown me away with their selfless love/understanding/support.
In my personal trial right now I want to suffer silently and handle it on my own, but I can't. And these people in my life make it so I can get out of bed and carry through my day (I wish I was exaggerating).

I know this sounds pretty melodramatic, but whatev. I'm just feeling loved and wanted to share.

Just Because: Hair Cuts, Arm Injuries and Miley Cyrus

I'm blogging today without a topic in mind- but I haven't blogged in a while...and this is a great tool for me to avoid the school related things I should probably (*definitely) be spending my time on instead.

First order of business: I have bangs! They aren't full straight across bangs like I had in 5th grade but rather side swept bangs that hit right around my eyebrow. You, dear reader, probably don't really care about my hair cut, but it is monumental to me...and this is my blog. I got it cut this weekend and I love it! I don't have any pictures to share (yet) so will just have to take my word on how cute my new hair is.
Second Item: My Hubby looks like a completely different person. I think maybe aliens abducted my Guy and replaced him with a clean shaven, longer haired, alien version of himself. The Husband also got a haircut this past week- I guess it was just a week of new hair in our house (Maybe we should give Dexter a haircut....) His hair is a lot longer than he usually has it and I love it. Here's why: Its long-ish but still cut and well groomed and it is fantastic to run my fingers through and it looks really good on him. He also shaved this week- like totally clean shaved face- goodbye goatee! Oh! and he got new glasses! (YAY Insurance!)

Tangent: I can't decide if I have a preference on Guy's facial hair, as long as its not a mustache (because my father has a mustache and I REALLY can't kiss a man with a mustache because of it), I really like whatever he does with it. I find hair on a man's face extremely attractive.


In other news not related to my vain ramblings on our appearances:

I'm in school- Spring semester is in full swing down here at the Y. I'm beginning to think I was insane for deciding to take classes straight through the Summer. I really want a vacation.

My Husband has injured himself. Guy has been playing on a company softball team and Inter-mural Ultimate Frisbee Team. On Wednesday he 'threw out his arm' which basically equals a LOT of pain for him. He's supposed to be taking it easy on his arm- he's been icing it and wearing braces on his elbow and wrist- but of course he hasn't stopped playing!

I've also stumbled across this video while 'studying' (aka wasting time online) and I kinda, sorta, really secretly love it: (Don't judge me!)