"Still" Days 5K

During World War II, a steel mill was opened on Utah Lake which drew thousands of workers to settle in the nearby town of American Fork. The population exploded and made American Fork the city it is today. When Geneva Steel wavered in and out of bankruptcy and finally closed in 2001, many people lost their pensions and retirement benefits. Now most of the plant is torn down and the land sits vacant, not even appealing to groups who could have the land for free.

Anyway, American Fork still honors this heritage with their annual celebration "Steel Days". When Bevan and I first started dating, few people would enunciate the ee sound in steel and for months I thought the celebration was called "still days" highlighting peace or tranquility. Instead they have a carnival, parade, and fireworks. They used to put on a "burn out" with the muscle cars in the town. If you've never been to a burnout, you're missing out on a valuable piece of redneck heritage! People brings their cars, put blocks on the front wheels and spin their rear wheels until it produces all sorts of smoke and burned rubber. Why did I get such a kick out of it?! I don't know.

To make up for the emptiness from lack of burnouts, I talked Bevan into running the local 5K instead. I've reached that point where it's too uncomfortable for me to run, so I had to be content watching on the sidelines with his parents, eating a donut. No complaints here! I've never watched the end of a race before. I've always wondered about the people who come in first. Once again, it was mostly members of the high school track team. Bevan came in around 21 minutes again, which got him 3rd place in his division! Good job Bevan! Some friends of ours were there too, of which the women were pushing an assortment of baby joggers. I told Bevan that could be him next year. He said, "No, that's all you."

Pink... it's like red, but not quite!

Wow, it's really happening! I don't know why I've been holding this valuable information back from the blogging world. Maybe because the only signs I've had was a monstrous appetite and severe preggo acne... but that's it. Nothing much. It hasn't been real to me, until today, when I actually saw the little squirt with it's bony, girly arms. The first ultrasound at 8 weeks made it look like a Cheeto. Now she has legs and feet! It's amazing when your body just knows what to do... like this morning when I woke up with Aerosmith's "Pink" song stuck in my head. It was a sign that was later confirmed. My whole family predicted it would be a girl, but Bevan was still in denial. He's happy now, just as I am. It's such a huge change for us, but I know she won't bring anything but joy!

I've included the ultrasound pics, even though I hated it when people did this because I could never tell what I was looking at! I love the 3-D image. She looks like she was moulded from margarine and then left out in the sun. None of the pictures were very good but the tech said that after 30 weeks we could go to the mall and have another 3-D ultrasound taken. She said it's so detailed you could even see the hair! I thought, not in this family!

So yeah, there we go! The day after Thanksgiving is the big day, which makes me wonder what will happen. The very next day is the BYU-UofU football game and ever since Bevan found out that they don't have cable in the hospital he's been anxious that he might have to make a choice. Obviously it's no choice, but he'd rather not have that stress in his life. Oh, men! Now it's up to me to "will" myself to have the baby a few days late, but now that's pushing it into "bowl season". Is there ever a convenient time?