I recently joined a Bunco group and last Thurs. night was our first Bunco night. I had a blast! There ain't nothing better than getting together with the girls and hanging out. At one point during the night I was sitting at a table with women who all had two kids a piece. So they were going around and saying their names and ages, then they turned to me. And... I had absolutely nothing to say. I held my hand up in the shape of a big fat zero. Thankfully, they didn't give me the stink eye they just went on and on about how much they miss those days of having no kids. But my heart broke, and I thought to myself "Well, I could go on an on about how lucky you are to have those kids. Cause there are those of us who would give anything to be pregnant and in your shoes!" So anyway, I had a slight moment of angst, but I quickly got over it and the night turned out to be so fun. I try really hard not to be a beast about the whole pregnancy thing. I don't want anyone to feel like they can't talk about their kids or be excited about being pregnant when they are around me. I love kids, and I love it when women are pregnant and are excited about it. That's the way it's supposed to be! Just cause it's not happening for me doesn't mean that it makes your experience any less great or wonderful. Anyway, that's not really the direction I wanted to go with on this post, but there you have it. We're having a hard time getting pregnant and it's beyond frustrating, hard and even sometimes so sad. I know it'll happen someday, I just keep wondering when the heck will it be my turn?
Anywho. We had a pretty fun rest of the weekend. Jared and I had a date night on Fri night, with just the two of us. Went out for sushi (yum!) and did some shopping. It was nice to see him and hang out with him for awhile with no interruptions. Saturday I spent the day shopping, and he spent the day in the garage working on his buddie's hot rod and then we all went out together that night for dinner and a movie. We saw 2012. It was... okay. It's was kind of meh for me. Kind of unbelievable. But John Cusak was adorable, as always, and if it had had anyone else but him in it I think it would have been a total bomb. He's pretty funny!
Sunday was church. I received a new calling. You are lookin' at the brand spankin' new YW president. It's not going to take affect for a few weeks, but they issued the calling yesterday. I'm a little bit nervous about it. It's one thing to be the counselor, but it's a whole new ball game to be the head honcho. My YW's experience was awful. Really terrible and I just want the girls to look back on their time with me with only good memories. My goal is to make sure that they are being taught the gospel, they feel loved no matter what their quirks are and that I'm preparing them to be future leaders. I had a ton of great examples of what not to do from my leaders as a girl. So I guess if I don't do those things I'll be good, right?
All right, enough with the novel. One of these days I'm going to actually post pictures instead of yakkin' your ears off. Maybe. Hope everyone has a great week!