10 down...30 to go.

Okay so officially ten weeks in, which is exciting, only four weeks or so more to go until they say things are supposed to feel much better. I am looking forward to trimester 2, not that trimester 1 has been awful, but I want to feel like myself again and I just don't quite have that right now, but I think I am coping quite well.

Spent Conference Sunday at my Grandparents in Bountiful and I have really discovered that I want to be anywhere but my current apartment. I just hate it here, we live in the worst complex (okay that is an exageration, but I really don't like my apartment complex). I never feel like my apartment is clean, I have pretty much given up on trying to make it spotless because even when I get things clean the house smells like smoke so I don't feel like it is clean. I am terrified of my neighbors, seriously, the cops are at my apartment on a daily basis, and as Scott so kindly mentioned to me when he came home this weekend, "We made the news."

Turns out some lady asked her neighbor to watch her newborn while she ran some errands, and the neighbor, irritated by the crying baby ends up shaking it to death. I swear, these apartments are beautiful brand new apartments, I thought that we would have decent neighbors, albeit that none of them would understand me, but they would still be good people, and I am sure there are still some good people, but they probably hide out in their apartment like me, scared to view the latest freak show that is going on in the parking lot. I am counting down the days til we get to move back to Logan, I can't wait to live in a nice new place with normal neighbors, and not the creepy tattoo earring guy who lived on the first floor and sits on his porch all day watching people come and go from the parking lot. Seriously, his view is the parking lot and he sits there for HOURS.

So while I have 30 weeks left I also have 30 days living in this terrible apartment, so count down with me and wish me luck that they will fly by.