Thoughts

All day long I sit thinking to myself "oh, I should journal about that..." and now as I sit here at the end of the day my pregnant brain is too tired to remember any of it! I wish I had the time and motivation to just sit and hand write it in my actual journal, but I don't. So, for now, the blog will have to do.
As for the moment, I'm thinking about how amazing it is to create a human being! I started officially feeling baby kick on Friday (I'm pretty sure I've been feeling it for a couple weeks...but those just felt like gas bubbles...these are real kicks) That puts first kicks for baby #2 at 15 weeks. I felt Owen at 17 weeks. I love when you start to feel them. It's reassuring to know they are still alive in there. I have an appointment in the morning. I think we'll have the ultrasound at the end of March. I can't wait to find out what we are having (I think it's a girl). This pregnancy definitely has seemed more rough than the first, but I think I'm finally starting to feel a little better. I exercised 3 days this past week so I consider that progress and success! Night time is still yucky. I've been trying to wean off the Zofran. I just hate taking meds when I'm pregnant. However, I may have died without it. So far I'm not feeling too awful. Hopefully all the sickness is gone in the next couple weeks. 
Andy got called to be the Executive Secretary in the ward. He told me today, "Did you know my calling is considered part of the bishopric? I've got a REAL calling" HAHA he's so funny. I told him, "yep, they are preparing you to be the bishop." He said, "No way."
Owen is just as fun as ever. Well, except for the occasional tantrum we've started experiencing. But they usually don't last for long and really aren't that bad. I know I've been spoiled so far because the slightest whining/crying drives me absolutely bonkers. He's started talking a lot this week...more like he's trying to speak in sentences, not just one word at a time. He loves to help clean up which is so nice (of course, his messes are way more than he can clean so we still have a mess most the time). I'm sure there is a ton I could write about him but I'm just too tired.
I've been thinking a lot about writing a will lately. It's slightly disturbing and stressful. Anyone else think about this? I read something once that said if you don't have a will and one parent dies, the state could take half of your assets and hold them for your child/children til they are 18! How crazy is that? Then I really worry if something were to happen to both me and Andy...who would I want to be Owen's guardian? This is the worst decision for any parent to make (in my opinion) because no one will be as good for him as his own parents (isn't this how every parent feels?) No one can give him the life that I will....so who is the next best? It's almost impossible to find someone that has everything...that will raise them the way I would, with the values and discipline I believe are best, with the chance to have siblings and see all his family and.........oh so many things. How do you make that decision? Oh how I pray that something so terrible never happens, but you just never know.
Anyway, this is getting long and my eyes are tired so I'll be done for the night.