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In an effort to support the Activities Committee in their callings, Matt and I opted to attend the ward "Valentine's Day Dinner and a Dance" rather than spending a romantic evening alone. Matt and I weren't sure what the dress code was, so we played it safe and showed up in jeans...real classy, huh? As we walked in, I noticed that everyone 60 and over thought that this was a black tie event. There were literally tuxes, sequins and feathers at some tables. Those 30 to 60 years old thought that a pair of slacks, button-up shirts and and skirts were appropriate attire for the romantic evening. Those 30 and under showed up in jeans. We were a minority, but at least we fit in somewhere.

The evening began with a nice pasta dinner, salad, and a brownie a-la-mode. Then they cranked up the fun with a few games. The evening was topped off with a magical dance. It started off with "The Twist" and then progressed to disco, and then to "The Macarena". There were a few slow songs mixed in there. At the beginning, there were only two brave couples. I felt bad for them, and felt it my duty to make the dance more fun. Somehow I managed to convince Matt to get out on the dance floor with me on the premise that we were in actuality performing a service, and supporting the ward. That's the only way I've ever been able to get him to dance outside the comfort of our own home. Whatever works, right? Those of you who know me, and know me well, are aware that when it comes to the dance floor, I have few inhibitions, regardless of who's present. So I got out there and shook my pregnant belly around. I guess I didn't really realize how hilarious it is to watch a pregnant lady get her groove on. On a day to day basis, I often forget that I'm pregnant. When I look at other pregnant ladies, I think that they look so huge and uncomfortable, and that they should be careful with their bodies. I guess that's how other people view me. For those of you who have not had the pleasure of watching a pregnant lady dance, it looks a little like THIS (although, I'd have to say, my moves were a little sweeter, and I didn't think that wearing my midriff to the ward party would be appropriate).

By the comments that were made at church the next day, you would think that I was the ONLY person that was on the dance floor the ENTIRE night. The Bishop, who had missed the party, said that he heard that I had started "The Macarena", when really, I was one of many followers (Matt included). Many people asked how I was feeling after the night before, and were worried that I'd be sore. I wasn't. Dean, our ward mission leader and father of 6, or maybe 7 left this comment on my facebook wall:

"I have seen it with my own eyes. . .This PREGO can Shake IT on the dance floor!! She is full of life and fun - You go GIRL!!"

Others were maybe a little less impressed and said, while trying not to roll their eyes that my dancing was "pretty wild", or just chose not to say anything at all.

Despite the mixed reviews or public opinion, I had a good time, and it was a night to remember! EEEEHHHHH MACARENA!!!

So here I am... in all my 25 weeks and 2 days (nearly 6 months) of pregnancy glory. I am feeling very large which makes me nervous cause I've still got a long road ahead (103 days to be exact). I waited for so long to actually show, cause I strongly disliked thinking that that people were thinking I've just gotten fat. Now that I'm showing, I'm not so sure how I feel anymore. Matt and I both come from big baby families. I think ours will probably be walking and talking when he comes out, or at least look big enough to be at that level. Hopefully not. Our little guys feet are DEFINITELY on my right side. I often see my stomach move out of the corner of my eye while I am reading or on the computer. A very strange sensation, but it makes me happy to know that he's alive and well.

I'm gonna be honest with you. When I was first called to be the Primary pianist, I was a little less than excited. I'd rather be a teacher and interact with the kids rather than just sit on a hard bench and miss Relief Society. For the first few months, it was only an hour that I had to be there, but now they've split sharing time into two... Junior and Senior Primary so now I get to sit on a hard bench for 2 hours. Despite the hardships, I think if people knew what they were missing, they'd envy my calling.

A couple of weeks ago, one little girl who's about 5 years old came up to me and asked me, "What's in there?" referring to the ever-growing bump under my shirt. I told her it was a baby and that I was pregnant. Her jaw dropped. A big smile came across her face, and then she asked me if it was a boy or girl. I told her it was a boy. She thought long and hard, and then informed me that his name was "Angel". It kinda has a nice ring to it, don't you think? I wonder what Matt will think of it. Maybe we'll have to make that his middle name.

Yesterday, during Junior Primary, one of the counselors in the bishopric taught Sharing Time. He taught about Adam and Eve and how they taught their kids they gospel. He asked if their parents taught them the gospel. "YES!!!", they yelled. He asked when their parents teach them gospel, and one girl on the front row who is probably 4 or 5 said in a VERY snotty, "valley girl" way, "Like, every Monday night". Duh!!! right?

He taught the same lesson in Senior Primary. They talked about how if Adam and Eve didn't have kids, we wouldn't exist. That got the wheels turning for one 10 or 11 year old boy. He asked, "So, who did Adam and Eve's kids marry?". The counselor the bishopric kind of chuckled and said, "We'll let your mom (the Primary President) answer that one". It got a little awkward, needless to say.

Last, but definitely not least, Senior Primary ended with a prayer given by a girl who is around 9 or so. She blessed the Steelers and the Cardinals and all the fans in the stadium at the Super Bowl that they wouldn't get too rowdy, and that they'd all be safe. I didn't even know who was playing in the Super Bowl. Too funny!!! Who says you can't learn anything in primary??? And ye shall be taught out of the mouth of babes.