Baby Girl!

We found out just about 10 weeks ago we are expecting a new little addition to our family. 

Excitement, fear, more excitement and more fear all set in…

I am pretty sure Taylor started loving me even more 

than he did before he found out I was carrying his child-- 

It has been so fun to see him light up when talking about being a Dad.

I've been so sick since about week 6 (I am in week 17 now) 

that just making sure I was getting food in me…

and keeping it down… 

and figuring out how to still do my responsibilities…

was about all I could think about. 

We scheduled our 20 week Ultrasound at which we would be able to find out the gender for March 2nd. 

For my impatient self… that seemed WAAAY to far away. But we just went with the flow.

But then this past week, after our regular monthly check in, my OBGYN referred us to a Perinatologist to double check some of my blood work. 

At this appointment, the Dr. assured us that Baby is healthy and strong and that they will keep checking on my blood to make sure that the baby stays healthy. 

We also got to see  Baby in an extensive Ultrasound.

Baby would not sit still! 

Moving all over the place and barely making it possible to get pictures.

But… We were able to find out the gender….

We decided a while ago on doing a paint balloon war with either Pink or Blue paint to announce the Baby's gender.

We had no idea how fun it would be. 

ITS A GIRL!!!

Thats one happy soon-to-be Daddy right there. 

Obviously, I was terrified to get hit…

I've always hated pink… but it turns out it suits me rather well… so I guess I'll manage. 

Don't worry, no paint got in our mouths :)

Surprise Silly String attack from Scott-- Cami's Boyfriend and assistant

Couldn't be happier.

Couldn't have a gender reveal without some cupcakes…

Shoved in each others' mouths…

I can't believe I get to be a parent with Him. 

He is going to be the best Daddy ever.

A little love

Well. It's February... I recognize that my last post was quite some time ago... Which I feel badly about, mostly because when I write the thoughts and experiences I have they sort of become real in front of my very eyes, sort of like a musical. Oh yeah. I'm a performer. Which has a bit to do with my post.
So this month is all about Love.  Just for kicks, I looked up "Love" on Wikipedia and what I found was exactly what I was hoping to find:  Love refers to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes that ranges from interpersonal affection ("I love my mother") to pleasure ("I loved that meal"). It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. It can also be a virtue representing human kindness,compassion, and affection—"the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another". It may also describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one's self or animals.
The Beatles had it right... All you need is Love.  Now, don't get me wrong, I really don't struggle loving God, people, shopping, clothes, food, scrapbooking, Pinterest-ing... So what's the point of all this jabber?
I'm gonna be real and say that I struggle so bad to love a pretty important person to love... myself. 
Now I know a lot of you feel this way some of the time. It's really sad, you know that?
I just find it really crazy that for some reason we all stray from time to time from the inherent people that we were born to be: people who know who they were and where we came from and that nothing else matters as much as that knowledge. We all seem to forget what we are all about.
In this forgetting, we start to fight with ourselves daily. We start to tell our bodies what is wrong with them, we start to insult our brains, our feelings, our actions, all because we believe we are not good enough. For what?!  Really the only people we are trying to please and be "enough" for is ourselves because obviously people around us love us completely and don't even think that there is something to be fixed-- or worse--insulted.  It's just silly and needs to stop. We are all different with different qualities. There is something beautiful about every human.  I really believe that. Also, when you have a friend who is feeling badly about herself, what do you do? You tell her the things you love about her, you give her compliments and take her to get a pedicure and watch a chick flik. And yet when we are feeling badly, we beat ourselves up to a pulp. Silliness. Why would our bodies/hair/brains/feelings want to be nice to us when we tirelessly are beating her down? Silliness.
Today I was in a dressing room at the mall looking for a perfect dress for the Music Dance Theater showcase that I am performing in this weekend for our (Mine and Taylor's) Major at BYU. It had to be the perfect dress so that I could look perfect and sound perfect and be perfect and be perfect. Did I mention I wanted to be perfect? Well, folks, I'm not perfect. I don't look perfect, sound perfect, act perfect, perform perfect... I just am me  and I do my best. So I'm looking in the mirror and noticed my sweater had a huge heart on my chest.  Love.  I looked at myself and I thought "You're beautiful, Bailee. I love you."  And it was weird. And Awesome And sort of beautiful.
Didn't matter what size dresses I was trying on, how great  my hair looked (it did look great today since I got a bang trim), or how good I would look on stage in my performance, I am me  and that's enough. I did some poses in the bathroom and took some selfies... I needed that. 
So, to end... this quote pretty much sums it up. Let's all be nice to ourselves, eh? 
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” 

A sort of kind of crazy little couple of weeks.

This week was such a needed, relaxing, fun, family oriented week! We were able to go to Houston for the Thanksgiving Holiday. It was a treat, for sure. There was a lot of sleep, much needed sleep, good times with our Morris familia, lots of games, movies, and FOOD. So much yummy food thanks to Jo Mama and her culinary skills.  We ran for Madie on Thanksgiving. It was so wonderful.  Taylor won the 5K. Of course. We went to the temple as a family.  We had a blast.  The week before, we spent the weekend in Kanab and Monticello with Young Ambassadors. I tell you what... It was really crazy and weird to be back in Kanab almost exactly a year after the accident But oh so awesome. We got to chat with several people who helped us that day, including Harriet, Dr. Bowman who took care of us in the Kanab hospital, and many others who had either seen it, been there, or heard about it. It was really incredible. My birthday was the 24th, the day we came back from Monitcello and Taylor was the best.  He catered to me. Made me dinner. Dressed up all handsome for dinner.  I wore PJs. Wrote me a love letter. Got me some awesome boots. Had a bunch of friends surprise me. Oh, and remember that one time we went to Michael Buble.  And Michael Buble touched me. He's the best guy... Taylor... not Michael. I'm the luckiest.