A Happy Little Gift

So last night I was able to experience something that I've only experienced one other time in my life, el don de lenguas. Yes I speak Spanish but I'm the first to admit I'm not 100% fluent although I'm getting pretty close. So when I interpret I always have that moment of panic that I'm going to mess up and the person won't understand me or I'll make a huge mistake. Yesterday the hubs and I went to church so he could go to English class. I was just talking to the elders and relaxing when another sister in the branch came into the building. She looked pretty nervous. Turns out she needed an interpreter for an interview with someone at church. Guess who the only available person was? Yep yours truly. I had my moment of panic and as soon as we started, it was incredible! I felt like I was a missionary all over again and had no problem even when there were some words I was unsure of. It was a wonderful feeling.

I realize how blessed I am to be able to have that gift with me when I need it. And grateful to a loving Heavenly Father who cares about each one of us and wants us to be happy. He places people in our lives for a reason. And sometimes we don't always know why those people are in our lives until much later down the line. I do know that we are all loved and cared for each day whether we know it or not. It's only when we look for those tender mercies that life becomes easier and we see the value in everything we do.

On another note, two and half weeks left of my masters class and then a week break before I start another! Yay! I'm not sure at this point if I'm being sarcastic or not. I'll let you know later :) This was a short post but I see the doctor again on Monday so hopefully there will be something good to post!

Something has taken over my body!

And I like to call that something hormones. I've never had so many emotions and crazy thoughts running through my head all at once. Little things set me off and there are days when I'm afraid to teach just cause I don't know what's going to come out of my mouth. I'm doing my best to control this crazy temper and thoughts. Gratefully at school most of the thoughts stay thoughts. I'm amazed at how this tiny little baby has started to control everything about me. It's kinda creepy if you really think about it. I've been invaded by a monster although thank goodness the baby won't actually be a monster when it's born. And the baby isn't a monster now but it's making me act like a monster. Never have I had the desire to just quit work. Nope never. Not even when I had a chair thrown at me or when I worked in a really annoying office one summer. Until now. It's like all I want to do is sleep and relax and do my homework and anyone who gets in the way of doing that had better watch out. I found myself thinking of ways to make money without actually being in a classroom. I guess that isn't too crazy but the way the thoughts were and are racing through my mind are crazy.

I guess the crazy dreams could be to blame for the psycho thoughts. I mean when I dream my husband took me to a grocery store where you have to buy everything off the floor and all the cans and packages are opened and you scoop things up, that would make anyone a little crazy. I was disgusted and everyone around me kept looking at me funny for getting grossed out. That was a tame dream compared to the last few weeks.

Basically a creature is invading my body and I do apologize if I offend you or say something totally strange. It isn't my intention and I find myself crying afterwards wondering why I would say or think certain things.

And now back to my regularly scheduled work for class.

Gente de pantano

Yep you read it right. Today we're talking about Swamp People. At least I think that's what it's called in English. I've only ever seen the show in Spanish. This thanks to my husband. I find it oddly amusing that he enjoys this show so much. As in, every day he's asking, "check the tv to see if Gente de Pantano is on" Ummmm sure dear I'll get right on that for you. Although I'm now addicted to it as well. I'm blaming the fact that all of my favorite food shows I was addicted to now make me sick. That had better change in a few weeks however. I have quite a few saved on the DVR and I might run out of room before I see who wins Top Chef: Texas or watch the new episodes of Cupcake Wars and Chopped. I sound like a deranged lunatic I realize this but it's ok. I enjoy cooking shows except seeing food right now makes my stomach turn. Seeing other people eat food turns off my appetite. So for those of you who invite me to eat with you, I'm not being rude but I need to eat myself. And if I see you eat, I can't eat. No idea why but it grosses me out. I need to find some cooking shows where people aren't eating. Those I could watch.

I have a friend bugging me about my posts. I don't do enough right now! Sorry my dear! I need to get back on that I know but taking classes, being pregnant, teaching, tutoring and such have worn me out. I'm still not finished my homework that's due tomorrow. Luckily, it's all written up. I just need to type it into the computer. That's why I get to school early. So I can finish my homework where it's quiet and I'm not distracted by Gente de Pantano or Amar en Tiempos Revueltos. Or whatever other show my husband puts on the tv that suddenly seems way more interesting than homework. At least I can grade papers while I watch those shows. Now all the parents will understand if their child's work has random Spanish written on it. I was caught up in novelas.

This is probably the most random post ever but jumping ahead to tomorrow! Valentine's Day. Best part of teaching? You always get Valentine's even when your husband doesn't understand the holiday lol! I love him a ton but gifts aren't his thing and I know that. I think back to where we were a year ago and it's come a long way since then. Adjusting to medication and therapy, leaving the hospital and understand more about bipolar disorder. Now we joke and laugh and wait for a baby! I've been trying to plan a nice dinner for tomorrow that I'll be able to eat as well. I gave up and decided to plan a dinner he'll enjoy! Because my tastes change every five seconds. He doesn't even bother to cater to my cravings. His response: wait five minutes and then tell me what you want. Sure enough, something different. So I'm making lasagna something I can't stand but actually sounds pretty good right now, garlic bread and salad. Still at a toss up for dessert. That will be the surprise tomorrow! Be prepared (we all bust out into song from The Lion King). Humor me at least and pretend to burst into song :) Have a fabulous evening and hug someone tomorrow.