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34 weeks!!


Look at my big baby boy! He is growing like crazy and I can hardly wait to see his little face! I know I keep saying the same things but there isn't much else to say. I can't see my toes, shave my legs, sit for longer than ten minutes without having to pee and sleeping is getting a lot more uncomfortable. 
It will all be worth it right? 

The doctor today said everything is going swell. He is measuring right on and other than my kidney problem I am doing pretty dandy myself. He said baby Owen is growing just perfectly and he should be here in about four to six weeks! What a lovely anniversary/birthday present to me! I turn 20 on the 11th, he should be here around the 30th and our two year anniversary is August 21st. So many reasons to celebrate these upcoming weeks. 

In other news, Chris is doing great and learning to love his job. He coaches the Provo swim team and also teaches swimming lessons. He loves dealing with the ten year old boys that fight over everything. :) 
He is almost done with his EMT class which is great because he will be home Monday and Wednesday nights. He has one more class and then he needs to take the state board to get his certification. Then he will be a certified Emergency Medical Technician. This week he also gets to do some ride-alongs with the Provo Fire Station, which I know he is so excited for, hopefully something good will come up and he can get some real experience. 

That's about all for now, thanks for reading!


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  1. I'm loving your cute prego belly! I am 17 weeks, and everyone keeps telling me how much I DO NOT look pregnant at all. Oh well, I know one of these days I am just going to pop right out! And, yay for Chris and becoming an EMT! That is so exciting! So excited for you guys to be back here!

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