It's Official!

I'm a Beeson! Well, I should probably clarify. When Marshall and I got married July of 2007, according to LDS church records, (I've been told these are the only ones that really count), I became Melissa Ann Beeson (Doesn't that look pretty?). Although my dad made a good solid effort to try to convince me to change to Melissa Prince Beeson, I held my ground and immediately began referring to myself as the former.
However, I had somehow managed to keep my Texas driver's license, with my original 16 year old picture and maiden name, the entirety of my BYU education (which seemed like a small eternity) and the years following that I remained a "permanent Utah residence", until it's expiration (which actually isn't until next month). In case you are wondering, I'm pretty sure that WAS a run-on sentence.
Until then, I had managed to make a lot of excuses for why I "couldn't" change my name yet. Mostly they were regarding plane reservations made in my maiden name therefore requiring my Texas driver's license, but mainly I was overwhelmed at the thought of making time to gather all the correct documents and stand in line to make it official.
Anyway, since I have been pregnant, I have felt guilty checking in at my doctor's appointments under my maiden name, with my very patient husband of a "different" name by my side. You see, even though I have been told that the legal marriage immediately "changes" my name for all intents and purposes, the hospital won't refer to me as Melissa Beeson until my driver's license does. So, now that I am over half way through my pregnancy, I have started having those "am I prepared?" dreams, mostly about the changing of my name. You see, I don't want "little girl Beeson" to accidentally be called "little girl Prince" because of my laziness. I am pretty sure Marshall would not enjoy that either.
So, I purposely made my plane ticket to Texas in March under the name Melissa Beeson, knowing this would force me to finally change my driver's license, and jokingly told Marshall that he was getting my name change for Valentine's day.
Yesterday I got ready, (a major event in my life these days), and gathered all the correct documents and had NO wait at the DMV to take a 25 question test and fill out ONE form and TADA... I am officially Melissa Ann Beeson! Yea!
If I could offer some advice to those procrastinating along these same lines... Don't go take a new driver's license picture while you are in the middle of your second trimester, I can eat a horse 24 hours a day phase! It isn't pretty!
Also, i would like to dedicate this entry to Valorie Hartman (Dudoich) :) !
And... I would like to apologize for my "pregnant mind" and the grammar it produces... or lack of!

Wake Up Call

Monday morning around 7 am I woke up to the friendly tune of "Country Roads" by John Denver.  No, I don't have one of those fancy alarm clocks that sing you awake, that is the ring tone I have set for my younger brother John.  I have to admit my first thought was, "Oh crap he wrecked my car".  However, I was pleasantly surprised to hear a calm, somewhat cheerful John on the line apologizing for calling so early. He hadn't wrecked the car, but he was at the hospital and the cheerful tone was due to the IV pain killers that he had just received for kidney stones! After I got the scoop and he assured me he was going to be ok, I made arrangements with work and headed down to Provo to pick him up.  We spent the rest of the day hanging around my house and laughing at his drugged state.  Unfortunately for John, it took most of the rest of the week for the pain to go away, but we enjoyed getting to spend the down time with him and watching him carefully ration his remaining pain pills for the "other" stone the doctor spotted on it's way! He's not so excited that he has entered the "kidney stone phase of his life" but we are glad it wasn't something more serious!