Pregnancy blah's

I feel like I've actually been really lucky when it comes to pregnancy symptoms. I never really had a lot of morning sickness. But there are certainly things I could live without.

1. I hate my HUGE appetite. It feels like I'm never satisfied and I could eat more than Quinton and Nathan combined. I had no appetite until week 16 and since then it's been bad. I don't know how to control it.

2. I have to pee at least once in the middle of the night. So inconvenient.

3. I'm not a fan of just looking fat. If someone finds out I'm pregnant they ALWAYS say, 'you're 18 weeks pregnant?? You don't look pregnant at all.' what they really mean is, 'I thought you were just getting chubby.'

4. I feel like I always have some sort of ache or pain.

5. The second trimester brought headaches and dizziness. I can't go a day without taking Tylenol and Meclizine.

6. The hardest thing is that I still haven't felt my baby. But 2 weeks ago we heard the heartbeat so we know all is well.

By the way. Less than two weeks until we know if baby Nye is a boy or girl.

Some professors should be fired. Like now.

I have this nifty new app on my iPhone that make it easier and more convenient to blog cause I can do it a little at a time. And since my lovely sisters always get on my case about how I need to do it more I figure I may as well. Bri said I should blog about the child growing inside of me but it was a particularly bad day so I'll Write about that instead.

I don't understand how some professors maintain employment. I have my Doctrine and Covenants class this semester and while it is required for graduation, I was looking forward to taking it. I needed to find a section that was for 8am and there was one class at that time. I looked him up on ratemyprofessors.com (if you've never used it, just know it could save your life) and my first clue that I shouldn't take the class was that he was normally a psych professor. I HATE psychology. It's right up there with physics. No offense to psychologists, but sometimes the way they present themselves just rubs me the wrong way.

The second clue I had that I should have dropped the class was when, on the first day, he showed us a PowerPoint entitled, 'reasons you might consider dropping this class.' but I was stubborn and thought to myself, 'it's a religion class. It can't be that bad.' Oh how wrong I was.

I'm sorry I'm ranting this has just been building up and nathan's probably tired of hearing me complain.

So basically I like my religion classes because I feel the spirit and I learn new things. I don't feel like this is an unrealistic desire for a Doctrine and Covenants class, but I was wrong. Again.

He finds joy in proving students wrong. I swear he thinks he's smart enough to be an apostle right now and he's just biding his time at BYU until he's called in next April's general conference. He'll probably be translated by summer. And he's only 30 years old so obviously translation is quite the accomplishment. Just another ego boost.

He'll ask students what they think about a verse and no matter what they say he says it's not right. It's the gospel according to Professor DumbBum and no one else is allowed to have an opinion unless they agree with him. I have not once in five weeks of school felt the spirit and class is just contentious. I also haven't learned a thing about the doctrine and covenants except that Martin Harris and Oliver Cowdery were treated differently by God... He picks one topic a day and that's what he sticks with. I want to learn what's in the scriptures not his interpretation of one verse.

Oh yeah, and did I mention he had a class last semester where the highest grade he gave was a 32%. It's a religion class for CRYING OUT LOUD!!! And all his tests are essay only, meaning it's his interpretation of what's right and wrong. PS I have a test tomorrow. Fan freaking tastic.

I hate this class more than any other I've had at byu and I'm not even halfway done yet. I miss my awesome religion professors from past semesters like Johnson and Parker.

DUDE! Get over yourself and teach us the scriptures!

Two Words: Morning. Sickness.

As far as morning sickness goes, I've been sooooo lucky, but all of the times I've tossed my cookies have been laughable stories (now that I look back) so I'll share them if it's not gross.

1- Nathan and I were on our trip and I was about 8 weeks pregnant. I was feeling pretty good about not barfing up to this point. Since this point the shower became something I hate. I used to love hot showers but I've discovered there's something about hot water that doesn't work with a pregnant woman. Anyway, I got too hot in the shower and started getting really dizzy and over heated. I flipped the water to icy cold but it was too late. Anyway I threw up right there in the shower. Haha. Nathan's the best husband though. He just rubbed my back and kept making sure I was okay. That was the first time I've barged since I was like 13 years old.

2- tooth brushes are a pregnant woman's worst nightmare. I gag every single time it goes in my mouth. Time number 2 and number 5 can be attributed to the evil toothbrush.

3- this goes down in history as one of the very most embarrassing moments of my ENTIRE life. I was walking from the parking lot at byu to my 8 am class when all of a sudden I got really reeeeeally nauseous. I didn't have time to eat, which is a really bad idea if you're pregnant. Anyway, I threw up right there in the parking lot for all of byu to see. Twice. And by the way, there's a ton of people walking from the RB parking lot at 7:45am.

4- just this past week I was at work and I started feeling the same way I did the first time. But it was ten times worse. I barely could stumble to the bathroom without passing out. I couldn't see or hear and my head was pounding. Anyway, dinner ended up in the toilet. After I regained my composure I went back out and my boss put his arm around me and said, 'are you okay? You're looking pretty pale.' I'm sure he heard me throwing up in the bathroom. That's disgusting. And that's when I had to tell him I was pregnant. Haha.

5- see number 2.

That's all.

adventures of an ill housewife

My dear kind and sweet husband shared his sickness with me. So guess what I've been doing all week. Watching lifetime movies in my pajamas. And my dear kind and sweet husband who gave me his sickness worked the entire time I was sick, which made it even worse.

Watching Lifetime movies alone at night is such a bad idea. I'm already afraid of the dark, add a murderer in a scary movie that happens to be a true story and it's just a disaster waiting to happen. And that disaster will be a power bill through the roof because every light in the house stays on for fear that the murderer in the movie will somehow break down the door and kill me too. Don't ask me how having all the lights on will save me, but it seems logical.

It's nice to not wear makeup all week, but Nathan probably thinks he married the bride of Frankenstein. Mmm nothing says sexy like a ratty french braid, a snotty kleenex, and a wife who looks like a zombie.

My fever, stuffy nose, cough, etc was joined by nausea last night. (I don't even know how to spell the word nausea, my computer auto corrected it for me.) Can one die of nausea? If the answer is yes then my death certificate would probably say around 3am. Maybe it was a sign that I should have been watching the royal wedding. Sorry Will. My sleep pattern since becoming sick has already been completely messed up. I'm nocturnal now. (I'd make a great raccoon. I mean it's what I already look like when I get out of the shower. When I actually decide to wear makeup.) Sleep all day because my sick body doesn't have the energy to stay awake, stay up all night tossing and turning next to a snoring husband because I slept all day.

It got better when I woke up in the morning. And by that I mean it got worse. I was so dizzy and nauseous. I had a coughing fit when I was putting cream cheese on Nathan's bagel, which made me gag since I was already nauseous. In the middle of all this the stupid bagel flew out of my hand and onto the floor. And that's not all. As Nathan was walking out the door for work he dropped the other half. So much for breakfast.

This morning also happened to be Nathan's sister's graduation from UVU. Even though I felt like barfing I went anyway. The whole time I had to remind myself of the reasons why I couldn't empty my stomach at graduation. 1- DUH. It'd be incredibly embarrassing. 2- I'd probably never eat honeydew again. And that would be tragic. 3- I hate throwing up. I'd rather go to the gynecologist than throw up. Worse. I'd rather go to the DENTIST than throw up. I'd rather go to the dentist EVER DAY than throw up. One day pregnancy will be a joyful thing in the Nye household.

On a positive note. My snot is clear again.

My Heavy Burden. Literally.

My adventure today was too funny not to blog about. Plus my sisters always get on my case about how little I blog... I have come to a conclusion. I am NEVER EVER going shopping for something heavy without my dear, sweet, STRONG husband again. Tonight when Nathan went to work he said maybe I should go spend some wedding money tonight. Good idea. I could do that. I'm fantastic at spending money. It's one of my five talents in fact. So I went to Walmart, gift cards in hand. My purpose was to find those plastic sterilite storage bins because 1. I needed a place to put my clothes. The floor just wasn't doing the trick. And 2. because a real dresser was too expensive. Well, come to find out, it would've cost me around $65 to get two plastic bins. That's just ridiculous. So I walked two aisles over to the furniture section, just to see how much a dresser cost. They just so happened to have one on clearance for $75. I asked Nathan what he thouht and he said we might as well get the dresser since it would last longer. Dilemma number 1: How the HECK am I moving this box from the shelf... into my cart. I got it from the shelf to the floor, so I figured I could make it into the cart. Wrong. I only made it onto the floor because gravity was my assistant. I slid it off the shelf until all bt the edge was hanging off and kind of let it glide down the the floor. But my spaghetti arms couldn't get it into my cart because gravity doesn't aid you when need to lift something; it only hinders. The box said 90 lbs. No flippin wonder I couldn't lift it. So I set off to find an employee to help me. I think Walmart employees are an endangered species because I can never find one when I need one. Plus I needed a male who was strong, so that narrowed my options even more. I'm not saying women aren't strong, but my chances of getting the box in the cart went up if I found a man. I felt ridiculous. "Hey I have super weak arms but I want a dresser. Lift it into my cart please." On my quest to find a worker I happened to run into Charlie. What luck! He easily put the dresser box in the cart, but couldn't help me further since he had forty minutes until his roommate's wedding reception was over. And it happened to be in Draper. Dilemma #2: Checkout. I waited in line for about ten minutes at the express lane since I only had two things in my cart. But when it came my turn the dang dresser rang up for $100 instead of $75. Yep, I was THAT girl. The one who holds up the line and makes everyone behind her mad. Oops. Eventually someone went and checked the price to make sure I wasn't lying. PS I wasn't. Dillemma#3: Transportation from store to car. I spent the walk from the store building my confidence in my strength. Maybe I should have kissed my muscles for good luck. "I can do this. I can do this. I CAN DO THIS!!" Should we top off the situation? It was snowing. I looked so fetchin' ridiculous out in the snow trying to move that stupid box fro my cart to my car. Somebody get me a crane lift. PLEASE. I had one foot on the bottom of the cart, holding it in place so it wouldn't roll away, with my arms wrapped around the box, lifting with all the might I had in me. I tried several positions. All attepmts fail. I was on plan G when I man came down the parking lot with his four little boys. While he was unloading his basket his youngest started rolling away in the cart. (See why I needed to hold it still with my foot?) This is when he noticed my pre-spinach Popeye arms. He asked if I needed help and I ashamedly admitted that I did. By the time I had the car door opened he literally had the 90 pound box flung over his shoulder. Where in the heck can I get strength like that? Maybe I should eat spinach. Anyway, the nice man, who I almost felt like I needed to tip, effortlessly put my stupid dresser in the car and drove away. Dilemma #4: There's no way on this planet I'm even attempting to move that dumb piece of furniture from my car to the house until Nathan comes home. Let him deal with it now. Besides, I'd end up rolling it (as much as you can roll a box) end over end to the front door. During this process it would get soaked because of the blizzard. Dilemma #5: Some assembly required.

Operation Save the Camaro!!

So my sister told me I needed to update my blog. Here goes.

A few nights ago I was with Nathan after having our pictures taken up in Salt Lake. We had just gotten back. He told me he wanted to be able to drive the Camaro so he thought we should go get gas. We got in the Camaro and started driving down the road. A few minutes later I hear my sweetheart say, "Uh-oh...." Oh gosh. "Uh-oh what?" "The engine turned off." "Are you kidding me??" Yep, we ran out of gas on our way to the gas station. Fan-flippin-tastic. It's a good thing I changed out of my heels AND it's a good thing I love him. :) We had to walk all the way back to his house to get his other car, which also happened to be running on fumes. I told him he's never allowed to let his tank get that low again. Long story short, two hours later we had gas in the Camaro.

I want 10. Spicy. Chicken. Nuggets. PLEASE.

Okay funny story. I was at the drive-thru at Wendy's a couple days ago and maybe the guy taking my order was in la la land or something cause he just couldn't figure out what I wanted. Here's how our conversation went...

ME: "Can I get ten piece spicy chicken nuggets?"

FWG: "Do you want the meal or just the sandwich?"

ME: "...I just want ten spicy chicken nuggets..."

FWG: "Oh okay. Do you want regular or spicy?"

ME: "Spicy..."

ME = me

FWG = funny Wendy's guy

Probably the second funniest thing to happen at that particular Wendy's. The other funny thing happened probably close to two years ago with Jess. The Spanish guy at the register who didn't speak very good English said, "Happy Birthday. I mean have a good day." HAHA. :) He still works there too. So funny.

I just won the meanest teacher of the year award!

So I got to Lakeridge this morning and Mr. Anderson said since we saw him teach his lesson yesterday we should teach it today. One problem, I HAD to be mean. The lesson was about stress reduction, so I needed to first CAUSE stress. Maryann didn't think she could be mean, but I wanted to give it a try. I was really hard on them. "Pull out a piece of paper. We're taking a test." Firm voice. This was so hard for me because I really like to smile and I couldn't. When I said the word 'test' all the students groaned. I asked them ridiculous questions that I KNEW they wouldn't know the answer to and then I told them we covered it in class. I told them if they talked I'd take their test and then they'd fail. Example question: "What is the reticular activating system and where is it located? I need at least a paragraph response." I asked them five questions and the look of TERROR was very clear on their faces. I had the hardest time not busting up laughing from their reactions! After I got through question 5, which was the end, I smiled and said, "I'm kidding, there's not really a test." They looked so so so relieved! But I think at least 30% of them knew I was kidding. So anyway then I asked them a whole bunch of follow up questions about how I could influence their stress level. I was worried that since I hadn't had much interaction with this particular class that their first impression of my would've been really bad, but I'm glad they laughed with me about it. I was so nervous I was shaking. But I think it went well!

New state law requires fire extinguisher in Ashleigh's kitchen.

Oh my goshhhh! I've heard Nathan say some FUNNY things when he's almost asleep, but tonight was the BEST! I couldn't pass up writing about it! And I might just do this every time he does this.

Here goes.

Nathan was kind of zoning in and out (no doubt due to his insane work schedule) and I asked him a question but he didn't respond. So I said his name.

"Nathan..."

"...what..." (said groggily)

"You didn't answer my question."

"..The ads."

"The ads for what?"

"The first episode of that tv show you were just talking about." (I was definitely NOT talking about a tv show.)

I knew I was in for a treat when I realized how out of it he was. SO... I may have taken advantage of it. I waited a minute and I said, "Whatcha thinking about?"

"The waters"

"What waters?"

"The ones the customers ordered at the drive-thru.... I don't like it when they do that."

"Well why don't you like it?"

"I DO like it."

"What do you like?"

"The clothes you're making me."

"What clothes?"

"Not very good ones."

At this point I was busting up laughing! he said, "What's so funny? I'm not even tickling you." I jumped up to get my notebook so I could write this all down and as I got up he said, "I'm awake, I promise. Don't go goodbye." HAHAHA Don't go goodbye?? He's so darn cute when he's almost asleep.

A few minutes later, when I thought he was conscious again I asked, "What were you telling me about me making you clothes...?"

"It probably had to do with your birthday present."

"What was my birthday present?"

"Control arm holder thingies." (apparently this is a new piece of equipment or something he saw for work.)

"What are those?"

"Well it's a state law that you have to have a fire extinguisher."

"Why?"

"For when you cook."

Oh my gosh I had tears rolling down my cheeks from laughing so hard. His speech was slurring and I could barely get my words out through laughter. Apparently I'm such a bad cook that the STATE is requiring me to keep a fire extinguisher handy. I guess I'll never know exactly which clothes I'm supposed to be making for Nathan...

Zoe, Zac... Same thing!

I have the funniest most embarrassing story! BUT I have to give a little background. For my major (school health education) I'm in this class where I go out to schools and kind of get my feet wet as a teacher. I'm at Lakeridge Junior High and the teacher, Mr. Anderson, is super awesome! If all health teachers were like him, no one would hate health class. Anyway, so today I took roll and every single student was there, which was a miracle. Later I was handing back papers and one said 'Zoe' on the top but I didn't remember calling a Zoe on the roll and I was still trying to learn names. No one raised their hand when I called out 'Zoe' and I thought it was weird because the top of the paper said A2, which was the same period we were in. I was thinking to myself, Someone in this class HAS to be named Zoe or they put a fake name on their paper... Anyway so I showed Mr. Anderson the paper and in the mean time this boy raises his hand and said, "I didn't get my paper back." Shoot. There's an extra paper AND a missing paper. Mr. Anderson looked at it and said, "His name is Zac..." HAHAHA oh my gosh I was so embarrassed! It looked EXACTLY like it said Zoe though. Or maybe I'm just going insane at a very young age... Anyway, the problem was solved, Zac got his missing paper back and Mr. Anderson called him Zoe for the rest of the class. The kids got a kick out of my dumb-ness and Mr. Anderson just said, "Welcome to life as a teacher." Oh gosh, what a day!

But good news though! I get to TEACH my first lesson tomorrow and I'm SOOOOOO excited for it!

The Proposal!

So everyone knows I'm officially engaged now, but not everyone knows the story. I have to give him props for creativity. Earlier in the week I ruined his first attempt at proposing, so when he asked me if I had plans for Friday because he was taking half a day off work, I have to admit I knew it was coming. Besides the fact that it just so happened that Friday was EXACTLY four months from our first date. But he did a pretty good job of keeping the plans a secret. (Keep in mind he is the WORST secret keeper ever. Think of a 4 year old's ability to keep a secret and then divide it by two. That's Nathan.) I wasn't trying to figure out his plans, but I was trying to figure out what the heck to wear. Jeans, a dress, snow pants, etc. ALL he told me was "Don't wear a dress." Okay... so I wore jeans that were a size too big for me because the ones that fit were dirty. What he should've said was to dress warm. We get in the car and I said, "What are we doing?" He said, "We're going on a hike." Greaaaat. Remember how well those plans turned out on Monday? Please don't let it be a repeat. "It's only a mile long but the increase in elevation is 3,000 feet." I gave him a funny look. We got on the freeway toward Salt Lake and then got off at the 90th South exit and headed toward the mountains. I thought to myself, he better have just been joking about the hike. Luckily he was...Kind of. It turns out it was a mile hike with a ginormous elevation increase, just not by foot. By the Snowbird Tram! It was such a pretty ride up to the top, but a little scary. Once the ride ended we walked around for a bit up there then went over to this balcony where the tram ends and he said, "The past four months have been some of the happiest of my life. I can't wait to spend countless more with you, but there's a question I have to ask you first." Then he got down on one knee and said, "Will you marry me?" Oh my goodness I think I had the biggest smile on my face!! I think I was speechless because all I could do was nod my head. Then he said, "You make me so happy. I want to spend every day for the rest of forever trying to make you as happy as you make me." Then he put the ring on my finger. I was the happiest girl in the whole entire world at that moment when he asked me to marry him.

Nathan Frederick Nye, I LOVE YOU!

Yes I'm over 18 and yes I fit in my wedding dress!

So apparently I'm bad at blogging. Brianna told me I need to do it more. So here goes. It's hard to find things to blog about if you just have an ordinary day. If nothing of consequence happens then it's hard to make a post entertaining. So I've been trying to find funny little things to write about.

A couple things happened today.

First. I was at Macey's with my mom and Quinton. We heard on the intercom thing, "Free paring (how the crap do you spell that word...) for every adult (key word, ADULT) Macey's guest. Come to the bakery department now." Obviously, there was a catch. We listened to some guy who'd rehearsed his schpeel a bajillion times and you could tell. It was totally scripted. The whole time Quinton and mom were getting really into it. "NO! He'll TRIPLE our offer?" "A free set of steak knives!?" So the knives were cool, but I didn't have fifty bucks to spare. Just give my dang free knife. Tic tok tik tok. 20 minutes later. A few people got trapped by his rehearsed speech and just couldn't resist getting their hands on the 'forever sharp' knives... Mom and I waited in the line to get our free knives and he gets to me and says, "Are you over 18...?" Duh bozo. See the ring on my finger? Oh wait... I was SUPPOSED to have a ring on my finger by now.. "I'm 20..." Everyone laughed and said I should take it as a compliment. But considering the man I'm about to marry is already 10 years older than me, I really don't want to look like a minor...

While we were at Macey's I got Q an ice cream cone to entertain him during the amazingly incredible speech given by the man telling me I couldn't live without what he was selling. I asked him for a lick and you know what he said to me? "Aren't you trying to fit in a wedding dress?" Excuse me. I DO fit in my wedding dress thank you very much. AND I've lost 25 pounds. I just glared at him, smacked him in the stomach, and told him to shut up.

Happy Bri?

Just one of those days...

Oh my gosh today was too eventful to not write about. Considering only 3 people ever read this, I don't feel weird sharing the story. I apologize to anyone who felt like I was the biggest jerk in the world today. Particular my sweet Nathan and my poor mother.

10 am. Shower. (I was lucky I did that much.) I was probably the most unpleasant person in the entire world. Here's why: My broken tailbone was killing me, I had a pinched nerve in my back, I was more emotional than I'd been in months, I was on my period, and I had cramps like crazy. All that should be enough to put me in a bad mood. To top it all off, Nathan had a hike planned for us. A HIKE. In the middle of WINTER. I wish I could say I was excited, because I'm sure my sweetheart put a lot of thought into planning a nice day for us. But lemme tell you, I didn't even want to be around me today, so I definitely didn't want to make my poor Nathan be anywhere near me. It was one of those days where I should've gone back to bed the second I woke up. My roommates knew exactly what was wrong and kept telling me that it would be fun and that as soon as I was with Nathan I would probably be fine. I just have to say. A girl can honestly not help it when it gets this way. ESPECIALLY the emotional aspect. My amazing roommates listened to my grumbling and gave me hugs. I just knew I wouldn't make it through the day without the water works.

11 am. Nathan was supposed to pick me up.

11:11 am. "I wish that I won't be a bad word today!" Did it come true? HA!

11:35am. Nathan came to pick me up. I wasn't ready. Why? Do I have to have a reason when I'm in that kind of a mood? I thought to myself (keep in mind I'm not usually mean, it just happened to be a bad day), "Gosh! He's half an hour late! And he BETTER not say a thing about me not being ready." Oh boy he sure lucked out. I'm dating a smart man, a man who happened to know it was that time of the month and knew when to not push my buttons. Cause let me tell ya, this morning they were easily pushed. Actually though, Nathan is the most wonderful man and never says anything unkind, so even if I wasn't easy to anger today, I'm sure he still wouldn't have said anything about my lack of readiness.

11:45 am. I'm ready. We leave my apartment and get in the car. Tears start welling up in my eyes. I hold them back. Nathan says, "I don't really have any plans between now and when we go to lunch with your family." Come again? "I thought we were going on a hike..." (I thought I was doing alright at not being a butt to him.) "Well we don't have time since we only have an hour." "I wish you would've told me 10 minutes ago so I could've changed out of my ugly hiking clothes into normal clothes." "Well let's go back to your apartment so you can change." My sweet, caring, wonderful, perfect boyfriend, just trying to help. There was nothing mean or confrontational about his statement. I snapped. "I don't want to go back to my apartment!!" Oh my gosh self, you're being such a bad word right now! Stop! But I couldn't. I felt like I was permanently in a bad mood and there was nothing I could do about it. Tears almost brimming over. Half because I'm an emotional time bomb and half because I just snapped at my sweet boyfriend who did absolutely nothing wrong. Hold them back! HOLD THEM BACK!!!

12 pm. We went to my parents' instead. My grandparents were visiting so I gave them a hug and my mom looked at me and said, "Are you okay?" I lost it. Right then and there. Here come the water works. (Except I wasn't playing Monopoly.) The tears just kept coming and coming and I was sobbing. Luckily I left the room as soon as the first tear fell. Yet again, poor Nathan. Standing in the living room, probably thinking, "well now what..." Meanwhile, in my parents' bedroom. Mom: "Just let it out. You'll feel better. Sometimes you just have to cry." I was bawling, not just crying. Probably couldn't even be understood. "I don't know why I'm crying! *sob sob* But I can't stop! *sniffle snuffle* Nathan probably thinks I'm mad at him! *snotty kleenex* But I'm not! *more tears* And I snapped at him!" On and on. Yada yada yada. "I just put my makeup on and now my mascara is probably all gone!" "No, it's just in the wrong place." More tears.

12:20 pm. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wiping mascara off my face. My gosh I didn't know it could be in so many places. In walks Quinton. Big hug. It was good to see my goofy brother act sincere. Next up: dad. Another big hug. "It's alright. This happens to your mother too." "Does Nathan know?" "Your mom told him you were just emotional today. It's better that he experience this now and not later..." No dad, he might run away screaming! Finally, when I was as cleaned up as I was going to get, puffyand red eyes still... puffy and red, I sheepishly walked down the stairs and sat on the couch next to my abandoned boyfriend. As much as I didn't want to be touched this morning, I really needed that reassuring arm he put around me when I sat down.

1 pm. Lunch with the fam. I was just fine after my little cry fest. Okay sob fest. Maybe a little quiet, but perfectly content. Not emotional, not in a bad mood, AND not acting like a bad word. I guess that just goes to show sometimes crying is all that I need and all that can help.

4 pm. Nathan and I got back to his house. He puts the car in park, smiles, and pulls a little black box out of his jacket pocket. He gently tossed it in the air and said, "I was going to do this today, but you kind of foiled my plans," and kissed me on the cheek.