I Promise I'm Intelligent

Have you ever had one of those moments where you pose a problem to someone and they give you a possible solution that seems like it should be common sense? Then you feel really stupid for not having thought of it yourself? Yeah... I'm really good at those moments. Quite proficient actually.

A couple weeks ago, McKinsie and I had a sewing night. We had been talking about how we have these sewing projects that we need to get done and want to before our babies get here, so we decided to kick our husbands out and let them have a guy's night while we sewed our hearts away. I still had some fabric that my mom had bought me to make a receiving blanket, and Kinsie wanted to make some burp cloths. So we got together and got to work. 

This is my Babylock Audrey A-Line machine. My parents
bought it for me on my 21st birthday, and I LOVE IT! It
works like a champ and is small and lightweight.

Everything was going MARVELOUSLY with my receiving blankets. And if you remember from my previous post about making these blankets, I encountered many, many problems while making my first two on my own. But this one was going great! I had sewn the two pieces together, sewn the corners (correctly, thank heavens), done my trimming, ironed my seams, and flipped the blanket right side out. I chose my decorative stitch, put on my lovely matching thread, and set my awesome little machine to work! 

I was going along, and had three full sides completed. I got about a quarter of the way through the last side, and my machine started to sound a little... funny. So I slowed down the pace and all of a sudden the needle stopped moving. I would press on the foot pedal but the needle was stationary. I could hear the motor whirring, so it wasn't a problem with the motor... it was just that darn needle! By this point both of us had had machine troubles so we decided to call it a night. 

I put away my machine, sad that it was experiencing its first problem in the year and a half that I've had it. 

So I called a sewing machine repair place today, just to get their estimate on how much it would cost me to get my machine fixed. I explained my problem.

Me - "Well, when I press on the foot pedal I can hear the motor going, but the needle is stationary. It's not moving."

This is basically how stupid I felt. And I'm
pretty sure I slapped my forehead while
I was still on the phone.

Jenny (the kind employee who helped me) - "Have you checked your bobbin winder?" 

Me - *Silence*

Jenny - "Because if your bobbin winder is engaged, then your needle won't move."

Me - Dangit, I'm such an IDIOT! "Ya know, I haven't checked that. I probably should have thought of that! Thank you so much for your help."

Jenny - "No problem. And if you check that and it doesn't work, you can bring it in to us. We do free estimates."

This is one of those moments where I want to hold on to the idea that she gave me, but erase our phone conversation. 

I promise. I'm intelligent! 

I just... don't think things through sometimes. 

Dangit. 

But the good news is that my machine most likely isn't broken (I figure that from the high speed of doing a decorative stitch, my machine was shaking and probably knocked the bobbin winder over just far enough to cause the needle to stop moving) and I can finish the blanket! So I will do that tonight, and post pictures when I'm done. 

Hooray for people like Jenny who can help people like me when we just don't use our brains.

24 Weeks

I am 24 weeks today! That means only four more weeks and I'm officially in my third trimester. 

Weird.

Good things about today:

I got a 12 out of 10 on my anatomy quiz. No, that's not a typo. I got 120%.

I ate a graham cracker and frosting sandwich. It was delicious.

It's absolutely beautiful outside.

I figured out what I have to do to be able to graduate on time with Derek and STILL be able to take next semester off!

So, my original plan when I found out I was going to be having a baby in October was to take online classes, let my teachers know I was having a baby, and hopefully they would let me get as far ahead in the course as I could before the baby got here. However, with my major there are not that many courses offered online. Then Derek suggested that I get on the new catalog year (for 2012-2013). I asked him why, and he told me that they are lessening the requirements that you need to graduate. You only need one cluster instead of two (or you could have a minor). That would cut my work load in half!

I went to my advising center today and I got put on the new catalog year, changed my emphasis to Program Design & Prescription, and am now able to defer this fall and still graduate in December 2013! I am very excited that I got it figured out, and that it's going to work. It will be a crazy two semesters in the Spring and Fall of 2013, but it will be worth it. 

Overall, today has been a fabulous day. I'm teaching a step aerobics class later this evening, and game two between the Heat and the Thunder is on tonight. I have a wonderful husband who makes me laugh every single day (even when I don't want to), and we have a beautiful little baby girl who will make her way here in 112 days. 

Count your blessings. There will always be lots around.

Um, How Old Are We?

I basically live in the Hart Building on campus. As an Exercise Physiology major the majority of my classes are in this building and it has a convenient study area next to the big windows overlooking the football field. So not only do I get to sit in comfortable chairs, but I get to people watch.

I love it.

As I was getting my things together to go take my anatomy lecture exam which I had studied very little for (but still got a 94%, pretty darn good for not studying if I do say so myself), I realized that I should probably stop by the bathroom before I take my test. 

I walked into the bathroom, put my backpack on the rack, and turned the corner to choose a stall and was stopped in my tracks. There was toilet paper everywhere. On the floor, stuck to the toilet seats... it was disgusting. There were paper towels that had obviously been thrown in the general direction of the garbage can, but missed terribly. So what does the tosser do? Leave it there on the floor. 

Personally, I think this is ridiculous. Just plain ridiculous. All of the girls or women who use this bathroom are at least 18 years old. You are officially an adult! Learn how to pick up after yourself like one! Especially in the bathroom. I don't know about the rest of you, but my mom understood the importance of helping us learn how to clean a bathroom and pick up after ourselves from an early age. (With me, it might not have stuck until I was a little older, but hey, it still worked eventually, right?)

COME ON PEOPLE. Pick up after yourselves. Respect the buildings on campus. No man is ever going to want to marry a girl who leaves toilet paper all over the ground, stuck to the toilet seat, and leaves a mess wherever she goes.

And by the way, I'm 23 weeks now, just a little past 5 months! I had a doctor appointment yesterday and they measured my fundal height, and I'm at 24cm. So right on the money!
 If she keeps growing like she is then maybe I'll have her on her due date! Fingers crossed!!