...relax. Yesterday was my last day at work for the next year and I am happy! As much as I've tried to take everything in stride, the stress level was beginning to be a bit much. Working at a financial institution during December is normally a cake walk. People tend to be more concerned about spending their money, not thinking about their retirement savings. This year was totally different than years past. Many of our clients were moving their RRSP money around like crazy, plus all of the 69 year olds had to convert their RRSPs to RRIFs by December 31st, or the last business day of December 30th. Long story longer, this plus half the office being away on holidays, made for an incredibly busy latter part of December.
I have mixed feelings about being away from the office for the next year. I get along really well with a handful of co-workers and will miss them quite a lot. We get some really good banter going on and I'm certainly not going to get that from the dogs or the baby! A Mom was telling me that she realizes some days she won't have had a single conversation the entire day! Of course then her husband comes home and she wants to talk his ear off and he wants everyone to keep it down because (understandably) he's probably tired of hearing people talking to him. What a dilemma. I suppose the key is to take everything one day at a time rather than my classic approach of worrying about it before it's even happened.
I've had a bout of bad luck as of late and I'm hoping it leaves my side soon. I seem to have some negative energy, man (said in the voice of Tommy Chong).
Good news is the latest Doctor's appointment went smoothly. My blood pressure is up a bit, but after the day I had at the office it was bound to be up. The baby is fine, his head is still facing downwards which makes me wonder if he's just waiting for his exit. I saw a funny shirt the other day that read, "I went all the way down the birth canal and all I got was this stupid shirt". Yes folks, I am going to dress the wee'un in oddball clothing from time to time, so get ready. I figure I might as well dress him in funny stuff now because there will come a day when he will be able to protest and even choose his own clothing. I would really like to learn how to sew because I think I have better ideas for clothing, at least the pattern of the material, than are currently available in baby's clothing.
Who says we have to dress our babies in ducks, puppies and teddy bears? Now that conjured up an image! What I meant to say is, why is all of the baby clothing emblazened with ducks, puppies and teddy bears? I imagine if I dressed the baby in actual ducks P.E.T.A. would be all over me! I like the idea of more retro materials such as funny cartoon space cowboys or why not a Ramones t-shirt. He's no more into ducks than he is the Ramones, society just tells us to make everything cutesy.
My parents bought some really cute and verging on outrageous madras plaid pants that look like they should be on a 70 year old man playing golf in Florida - now that's what I'm talking about! I guess I'm not really into looking like everyone else and that is coming out when I think about how our child will dress. Funny thing is, at the same time I am still a sucker for the ducks, puppies and teddy bears...go figure.
Onto something a bit more thought worthy. My Doctor's appointments are now on a weekly time frame, with the next one being the dreaded internal exam. For those of you who have had it, I'm sure you're feeling my anxiety and for those who haven't had one, I won't get into the gorry details. The good thing is after the exam I will know how my cervix and pelvis are coping with the baby and how far along his head is. The even cooler thing is, this will help Dr. Lemke determine if my February 1st due date is accurate.
Happy new year everyone! I hope it's full of happiness, good health, love and excitement.
- the McKinnons
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Merry Christmas!
"And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more." --- Dr. Seuss
Hope all of you have a great Christmas!
Love,
Allison, Graham, Raisin, Peanut and the Unknown one
Hope all of you have a great Christmas!
Love,
Allison, Graham, Raisin, Peanut and the Unknown one
Friday, December 16, 2005
It's finally kicked in.
I finally feel very pregnant. In actual fact, am feeling like I ate a beach ball and have yet to figure a way to get it out! All of those horrid side effects of being sprogged up are kicking in. Tree trunk ankles, a.k.a. swollen ankles; aching pelvis (that's always a good one); falling asleep at the ungodly hour of 9:15p.m.; waking up at the crazed hour of 2a.m. thinking it's time to go to work (because I slept all evening); heartburn...do you get my point yet? Funny thing is, all in all, it's been uneventful and for once in my life, that's a good thing.
I'm looking forward to the return of the following:
1. Sleeping on my back or my stomach again.
2. Drinking caffeinated tea. I've come to realize caffeine is a very important part of tea.
3. Wearing high heels...oh how I miss you girls.
4. Wearing clothes that suit me more than 'normal girl' pregnancy gear.
5. Breathing. Many of you may not realize this, but at some point in a pregnancy your baby will take to sitting on your diaphragm, thus making it feel like, well, someone is sitting on your diaphragm.
6. Drinking diet pop. I say this, but I have decided to give up pop in the new year...a gal can still dream.
I'm looking forward to experiencing:
1. What this whole experience is leading up to...our son. OMG! That sounded so real. Never fear, we have a girl's name picked out just in case the technician was wrong.
2. A bond with someone whom I've never met before.
3. A smile.
4. Everything.
I could go on forever about the things I am looking forward to, whether it be related to me or the baby.
The crib and change table arrived today and I am thrilled! I will be even more thrilled when the sun comes up tomorrow and I can get a proper look at it. See, we haven't quite sorted out a lighting situation for the baby's room yet, so I can only see the gorgeous silhouettes of the furniture - ha ha! There are still a number of items that we need to get, or so we think. I would like to get a Baby Bjorn Active carrier so that we don't always have to wheel around a stroller. Although I'll be buggered if those strollers don't get some wicked use after all of the hard work and research my Mom and I put into them!
For those of you who are counting along with me, there are 48 days left until d-day. Funny that, I can actually call it d-day and it makes sense.
One final note to those of you out there who have never been pregnant or closely known someone who is pregnant, I have a few tips. Please keep reading...
1. No matter how innocent your intentions are, never tell a pregnant gal that she is getting soooo big. Pregnant or not, women don't want to hear how big they are getting. I had a hugely fat man tell me today that I was getting to be his size. It was all I could do not to shove a ham sandwich down his throat.
2. Never touch a pregnant gal's bump without asking first. Further, don't ask to touch the bump if you don't know her very well, 'cause that's just weird. One day she may just rub your belly back. How would you feel then?
3. Telling a pregnant gal she should or shouldn't be eating or drinking something is a definite no-no. If you don't think it's suitable to the baby, I'm sure your inner voice would love to have a discussion with you. Remember, you don't know everything and neither does she, but she's sure entitled to do what she wants.
4. Don't ask her if she plans on having more children before she's even given birth to the one in her! Trial run is required.
5. Am I going back to work? I haven't even stopped going yet! The answer is, I don't know. I had no idea how irritating this question could be until I became pregnant. I'm sorry Mari for asking you this very early on in your pregnancy.
6. Remember to be polite. I know it's almost 2006 and some of our lovely and hairy feminists have made men feel like crap for opening doors for women, or giving up your seat on the Skytrain, but please, don't punish us all. If you see a pregnant woman teetering around on the wobbly train or bus, please offer the seat. Gals, that goes for you too!
7. Lastly, please remember pregnancy isn't your chance to voice all of your opinions you've gathered while reading the magazines in the doctor's office. I know you're trying to be helpful, but telling me I shouldn't be chewing gum because it has aspartame in it doesn't help me. Nor does making me feel like a fish out of water at the building's lobby party and scolding me even though I'm not drinking wine. How is this nice? I'll tell you, it's not.
Addendum: Please note the above passage does not mean that I don't need help or opinions or the support of friends and family. I love you all and will need to turn to you for some much need assistance in the future. The likelihood is, the people whom these comments are directed at probably don't even know that I have a blog, or even feelings. Most of the time these careless people are co-workers; people I can say goodbye to for a year in 8 working days!
The ranting gal.
Allison
I'm looking forward to the return of the following:
1. Sleeping on my back or my stomach again.
2. Drinking caffeinated tea. I've come to realize caffeine is a very important part of tea.
3. Wearing high heels...oh how I miss you girls.
4. Wearing clothes that suit me more than 'normal girl' pregnancy gear.
5. Breathing. Many of you may not realize this, but at some point in a pregnancy your baby will take to sitting on your diaphragm, thus making it feel like, well, someone is sitting on your diaphragm.
6. Drinking diet pop. I say this, but I have decided to give up pop in the new year...a gal can still dream.
I'm looking forward to experiencing:
1. What this whole experience is leading up to...our son. OMG! That sounded so real. Never fear, we have a girl's name picked out just in case the technician was wrong.
2. A bond with someone whom I've never met before.
3. A smile.
4. Everything.
I could go on forever about the things I am looking forward to, whether it be related to me or the baby.
The crib and change table arrived today and I am thrilled! I will be even more thrilled when the sun comes up tomorrow and I can get a proper look at it. See, we haven't quite sorted out a lighting situation for the baby's room yet, so I can only see the gorgeous silhouettes of the furniture - ha ha! There are still a number of items that we need to get, or so we think. I would like to get a Baby Bjorn Active carrier so that we don't always have to wheel around a stroller. Although I'll be buggered if those strollers don't get some wicked use after all of the hard work and research my Mom and I put into them!
For those of you who are counting along with me, there are 48 days left until d-day. Funny that, I can actually call it d-day and it makes sense.
One final note to those of you out there who have never been pregnant or closely known someone who is pregnant, I have a few tips. Please keep reading...
1. No matter how innocent your intentions are, never tell a pregnant gal that she is getting soooo big. Pregnant or not, women don't want to hear how big they are getting. I had a hugely fat man tell me today that I was getting to be his size. It was all I could do not to shove a ham sandwich down his throat.
2. Never touch a pregnant gal's bump without asking first. Further, don't ask to touch the bump if you don't know her very well, 'cause that's just weird. One day she may just rub your belly back. How would you feel then?
3. Telling a pregnant gal she should or shouldn't be eating or drinking something is a definite no-no. If you don't think it's suitable to the baby, I'm sure your inner voice would love to have a discussion with you. Remember, you don't know everything and neither does she, but she's sure entitled to do what she wants.
4. Don't ask her if she plans on having more children before she's even given birth to the one in her! Trial run is required.
5. Am I going back to work? I haven't even stopped going yet! The answer is, I don't know. I had no idea how irritating this question could be until I became pregnant. I'm sorry Mari for asking you this very early on in your pregnancy.
6. Remember to be polite. I know it's almost 2006 and some of our lovely and hairy feminists have made men feel like crap for opening doors for women, or giving up your seat on the Skytrain, but please, don't punish us all. If you see a pregnant woman teetering around on the wobbly train or bus, please offer the seat. Gals, that goes for you too!
7. Lastly, please remember pregnancy isn't your chance to voice all of your opinions you've gathered while reading the magazines in the doctor's office. I know you're trying to be helpful, but telling me I shouldn't be chewing gum because it has aspartame in it doesn't help me. Nor does making me feel like a fish out of water at the building's lobby party and scolding me even though I'm not drinking wine. How is this nice? I'll tell you, it's not.
Addendum: Please note the above passage does not mean that I don't need help or opinions or the support of friends and family. I love you all and will need to turn to you for some much need assistance in the future. The likelihood is, the people whom these comments are directed at probably don't even know that I have a blog, or even feelings. Most of the time these careless people are co-workers; people I can say goodbye to for a year in 8 working days!
The ranting gal.
Allison
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Allison
I have 62 days left until our due date of February 1st. There has already been speculation by friends and co-workers of an early delivery. I am feeling really good this week and seem to have grown a lot of hair, luckily only on my head :)
This picture was taken today, December 1st by Graham. Unfortunately Graham's photography skills are not the greatest, thus the fuzziness of the image - sorry!
I will try and get Lisa to take my picture and see if that goes a bit better.
Your ever round friend and family member - Allison.
This picture was taken today, December 1st by Graham. Unfortunately Graham's photography skills are not the greatest, thus the fuzziness of the image - sorry!
I will try and get Lisa to take my picture and see if that goes a bit better.
Your ever round friend and family member - Allison.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I haven't the foggiest...
The lower mainland has been swamped with fog for about a week now. It's really spooky and I love it. It's a right pain in the arse when you are trying to see anything more than 2 feet in front of you, but it looks cool.
Went to the Doctor's again the other day and everything is going really well. The baby is facing downwards, I suppose he's getting ready for his grand exit! His butt, of course this is very important information that you'll all want to know, is around the region of my bunt, or belly button for those of you who don't speak Bell!
I guess because Graham and I have created another human, he decided it was okay to remove a little piece of himself 'cause there's always more on the way. Wonder what I'm on about? Graham was kindly making butternut squash and tomato soup when he decided the squash needed to be cubed just a little bit more (see where I'm going yet?). Along with the squash went the end of his left thumb! Being the trooper that he is, he continued making the soup when he got home from the hospital!
Admittedly, I found it very difficult to feel comfortable eating the 'thumb' soup even though I knew full well there was no thumb in it. My co-worker/friend John told me I was being an ingrate and I should suck it up and eat the soup that my husband lost his thumb tip for...I concurred. In actual fact, if there was any thumb in it at all, it was quite delicious.
The loss of the thumb tip brought up an interesting, but possibly dark, conversation between Graham and I. See, our dog Peanut was apparently eye-balling Graham's bloodied thumb. We wondered if Graham had fed the dog the thumb tip, would she have eaten it? Both of us agreed whole-heartedly that she wouldn't have given it a thought and it would've been devoured in a second. The deeper and darker thought you ask? Would she have stopped at the thumb tip, or would she sneak around trying to eat bits of us while we were hove off on the sofa? Just a little something for you to think about.
For those of you who have requested pregnant photos of me, I promise to try and have something up on the blog this weekend.
In case you're curious as to how many days are left until the due date, it's 70 (if you are in Canada)!
December 30th will be my last day at work until I complete my maternity leave. It's a bit early to leave, but our company is moving buildings, my work partner (and best friend) will be on holidays and it's the start of RRSP season. Hmmm, stay home and relax, or join in all the chaos at 9 months preggers; my choice is clear.
I think it will be really strange not working, but that's because the concept of it is foreign to me right now. I'm a bit afraid to stay home and take care of the family and house. I've never been the most domestic of women (Mom don't laugh!) and the idea of that being my primary task is, well, frightening. I have been practising my cooking for the past wee while because I don't want my poor kid to wish for a Mom that is a good cook. When I think about the number of times I have said, "I love my Mom's homemade __________" it pushed me towards figuring out how to cook better than I have been. I don't want everything coming out of a box, or being heated in the nuker.
As an aside, part of my New Year's plan is to actually start an address book for family and friends because I am totally crap at knowing who's having a birthday or anniversary, or if I do know, I don't know where to send the card! If you would be so kind as to e-mail me your birthday, anniversary (if applicable), address and phone number, I would be very happy...and so will you because then you'll get one extra card!
- Allison
Went to the Doctor's again the other day and everything is going really well. The baby is facing downwards, I suppose he's getting ready for his grand exit! His butt, of course this is very important information that you'll all want to know, is around the region of my bunt, or belly button for those of you who don't speak Bell!
I guess because Graham and I have created another human, he decided it was okay to remove a little piece of himself 'cause there's always more on the way. Wonder what I'm on about? Graham was kindly making butternut squash and tomato soup when he decided the squash needed to be cubed just a little bit more (see where I'm going yet?). Along with the squash went the end of his left thumb! Being the trooper that he is, he continued making the soup when he got home from the hospital!
Admittedly, I found it very difficult to feel comfortable eating the 'thumb' soup even though I knew full well there was no thumb in it. My co-worker/friend John told me I was being an ingrate and I should suck it up and eat the soup that my husband lost his thumb tip for...I concurred. In actual fact, if there was any thumb in it at all, it was quite delicious.
The loss of the thumb tip brought up an interesting, but possibly dark, conversation between Graham and I. See, our dog Peanut was apparently eye-balling Graham's bloodied thumb. We wondered if Graham had fed the dog the thumb tip, would she have eaten it? Both of us agreed whole-heartedly that she wouldn't have given it a thought and it would've been devoured in a second. The deeper and darker thought you ask? Would she have stopped at the thumb tip, or would she sneak around trying to eat bits of us while we were hove off on the sofa? Just a little something for you to think about.
For those of you who have requested pregnant photos of me, I promise to try and have something up on the blog this weekend.
In case you're curious as to how many days are left until the due date, it's 70 (if you are in Canada)!
December 30th will be my last day at work until I complete my maternity leave. It's a bit early to leave, but our company is moving buildings, my work partner (and best friend) will be on holidays and it's the start of RRSP season. Hmmm, stay home and relax, or join in all the chaos at 9 months preggers; my choice is clear.
I think it will be really strange not working, but that's because the concept of it is foreign to me right now. I'm a bit afraid to stay home and take care of the family and house. I've never been the most domestic of women (Mom don't laugh!) and the idea of that being my primary task is, well, frightening. I have been practising my cooking for the past wee while because I don't want my poor kid to wish for a Mom that is a good cook. When I think about the number of times I have said, "I love my Mom's homemade __________" it pushed me towards figuring out how to cook better than I have been. I don't want everything coming out of a box, or being heated in the nuker.
As an aside, part of my New Year's plan is to actually start an address book for family and friends because I am totally crap at knowing who's having a birthday or anniversary, or if I do know, I don't know where to send the card! If you would be so kind as to e-mail me your birthday, anniversary (if applicable), address and phone number, I would be very happy...and so will you because then you'll get one extra card!
- Allison
Thursday, November 10, 2005
It's been a while.
Well folks, a lot has happened over the past 5 weeks.
My Mom came to save the day and help out with the phenomenal number of tasks that need done before I get too big and just say 'forget it'! We were really busy while she was here and unfortunately the time just flew by and now she's gone...
I'll tell you one thing that I know inside and out (as does my Mom) is anything you want to know about strollers. I had an easier time choosing a car than I did buying a stroller! So, if anyone out there needs some advice, just ask! Thanks for all of your help Mom, I couldn't have done it without you :)
Lisa and my Mom snuck around quite a bit in the recent past so that they could throw me a really fun baby shower! It was quite early as far as baby showers go, but that was because they really wanted to include my Mom. All sorts of gals came out for the fun and I feel really lucky - thanks guys.
I am now at 28 weeks and growing. My third trimester officially started this week which means I am in the last stagest of babydome. Yes, I am still terrified!
I feel as though I have even eaten an extra spicy curry on a daily basis right now, what with all of the swirling going on in my tummy. See, he's moving around like a breakdancer who's practising poppin' and lockin'. This usually comes at the most convenient time - bedtime. There have been a few kicking moments as well, but apparently more of that will come later when I don't have enough room for him to lay out his cardboard and dance.
Saw the coolest car for him the other day, it was a vintage kids peddle car that was a hot rod, black with flames painted up the sides. Why didn't I buy it? $250 should tell you why. I just pictured this tres cool wee boy with little jeans rolled up, white t-shirt with his wee Popeye candy sticks rolled into his sleeve, etc. He would be a chick magnet for sure!
I keep wondering what and who he will be like. Until he has matured enough to make decisions for himself, I am going to run amuck. Punk one day, mod the next, cyber-clad lad tomorrow, etc. I think the scariest and most shocking thing would be if he turned out totally normal, in the boring mainstream societal way. Will he rebel against his parents and decide that classic music and trousers are favoured over psychobilly and Doc Marten's? I suppose only time will tell.
As I was listening to Astrud Gilberto on my way home I was picturing martini parties with dancing and laughter, while our wee'un soaked the atmosphere in. Would he one day recall those memories to friends who were bocking about their parents who were so boring? Will we be 'cool' parents, or the parents who think they're cool, but fail miserably - ack!
Bring it on!
My Mom came to save the day and help out with the phenomenal number of tasks that need done before I get too big and just say 'forget it'! We were really busy while she was here and unfortunately the time just flew by and now she's gone...
I'll tell you one thing that I know inside and out (as does my Mom) is anything you want to know about strollers. I had an easier time choosing a car than I did buying a stroller! So, if anyone out there needs some advice, just ask! Thanks for all of your help Mom, I couldn't have done it without you :)
Lisa and my Mom snuck around quite a bit in the recent past so that they could throw me a really fun baby shower! It was quite early as far as baby showers go, but that was because they really wanted to include my Mom. All sorts of gals came out for the fun and I feel really lucky - thanks guys.
I am now at 28 weeks and growing. My third trimester officially started this week which means I am in the last stagest of babydome. Yes, I am still terrified!
I feel as though I have even eaten an extra spicy curry on a daily basis right now, what with all of the swirling going on in my tummy. See, he's moving around like a breakdancer who's practising poppin' and lockin'. This usually comes at the most convenient time - bedtime. There have been a few kicking moments as well, but apparently more of that will come later when I don't have enough room for him to lay out his cardboard and dance.
Saw the coolest car for him the other day, it was a vintage kids peddle car that was a hot rod, black with flames painted up the sides. Why didn't I buy it? $250 should tell you why. I just pictured this tres cool wee boy with little jeans rolled up, white t-shirt with his wee Popeye candy sticks rolled into his sleeve, etc. He would be a chick magnet for sure!
I keep wondering what and who he will be like. Until he has matured enough to make decisions for himself, I am going to run amuck. Punk one day, mod the next, cyber-clad lad tomorrow, etc. I think the scariest and most shocking thing would be if he turned out totally normal, in the boring mainstream societal way. Will he rebel against his parents and decide that classic music and trousers are favoured over psychobilly and Doc Marten's? I suppose only time will tell.
As I was listening to Astrud Gilberto on my way home I was picturing martini parties with dancing and laughter, while our wee'un soaked the atmosphere in. Would he one day recall those memories to friends who were bocking about their parents who were so boring? Will we be 'cool' parents, or the parents who think they're cool, but fail miserably - ack!
Bring it on!
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Pants, or trousers, depending on where you live.
I have been wearing the same pants every day for the past two months (see why it's important to acknowledge our worldly terminology?). I have been trying not to spend much dosh on maternity clothes because it just seems so pointless. On top of the fact that most of the clothes are hideous, I just can't imagine wanting a wardrobe full of preggie clothing...at least I felt that way until I discovered a store called Motherhood Maternity.
Yesterday Lisa and I were on a mission. See, Lisa and Perry are engaged now (congratulations!), so we wanted to go on a bit of a shop for wedding dresses. After quite a successful trip to the sea of crinoline, we headed off to look at baby stuff and maternity clothes.
Thyme was the first stop for large pants with short legs. See, I'm 5'7" but I seem to be all torso. I actually have to wear pants made for petite women. For those of you who don't know what constitutes a petite cut, it's someone who is 5'4" and under! I felt pretty sad that the only person I would ever leg-double for would be a chubby 12-year old, but life goes on. I was trying on 'regular' leg length pants and it didn't even look like I had feet; the pants covered my entire foot! I snapped up Thyme's only pair on petite length pants and was thrilled to bits.
Motherhood Maternity (in Coquitlam Centre) hit me like a tonne of bricks. There were clothes galore that didn't look like maternity outfits. I went crazy trying on half the store and ended up leaving with an armload of skirts, a dress, a top and maternity nylons. I was surprised to find that maternity nylons exist, but I guess it makes sense. I fear taking them out of the package as they may attack me...I'm assuming they are huge!
The good news is, after a difficult week of a sore back and feeling dumpy and ugly, I am feeling good again. I know some of you don't care about shopping and clothes and I respect that, but for me, I love it all!
I even got some comfortable shoes for future shopping excursions :)
- Allison, future Mum
Yesterday Lisa and I were on a mission. See, Lisa and Perry are engaged now (congratulations!), so we wanted to go on a bit of a shop for wedding dresses. After quite a successful trip to the sea of crinoline, we headed off to look at baby stuff and maternity clothes.
Thyme was the first stop for large pants with short legs. See, I'm 5'7" but I seem to be all torso. I actually have to wear pants made for petite women. For those of you who don't know what constitutes a petite cut, it's someone who is 5'4" and under! I felt pretty sad that the only person I would ever leg-double for would be a chubby 12-year old, but life goes on. I was trying on 'regular' leg length pants and it didn't even look like I had feet; the pants covered my entire foot! I snapped up Thyme's only pair on petite length pants and was thrilled to bits.
Motherhood Maternity (in Coquitlam Centre) hit me like a tonne of bricks. There were clothes galore that didn't look like maternity outfits. I went crazy trying on half the store and ended up leaving with an armload of skirts, a dress, a top and maternity nylons. I was surprised to find that maternity nylons exist, but I guess it makes sense. I fear taking them out of the package as they may attack me...I'm assuming they are huge!
The good news is, after a difficult week of a sore back and feeling dumpy and ugly, I am feeling good again. I know some of you don't care about shopping and clothes and I respect that, but for me, I love it all!
I even got some comfortable shoes for future shopping excursions :)
- Allison, future Mum
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Heeeeere's baby!
This is an image looking down on baby. The stripe is down the middle of the top of his head (he's got a mohawk already!). Following down, you can see his face and then arms.
Let me out!
Please! I've changed my mind, let me out! His face is at the left side and his arms and hands are facing upwards like he's trying to get out.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
XY
It's a boy! I had my ultrasound done the other day and as it turns out, we are having a boy! Graham of course was beaming from ear to ear with the idea that he is having...a son.
As with most women I was secretly hoping it was a girl, but I am very happy anyway. It's funny though, I was positive that I was having a girl. Something inside of me made me feel 100% positive that little Kenzie (fav. girl name) was growing away. I had the embarrassing, but funny task of returning these sweet little girl suits to the Bay last night - ha ha!
Our thoughts have turned to what to name 'him'. There are several names that are holding on strong, such as; Aedan, Calum, Keane and many more. We're so unsure how to decide what his name will be. We've thought of having all of our favourite names on the dart board, then each throwing one dart, thus leaving us with the name list down to two. A video game competition also came up in conversation, of course this was Graham's evil way of trying to ensure he gets to pick our wee boy's name - I am terrible at video games! I'm sure we'll figure it out sooner rather than later.
We've finally made the first steps to having the yucky carpet replaced. See, the people that lived here before were messy, to say the least and their pets didn't seem to care where they went to the toilet. When we moved in we got the carpets professionally steam cleaned and sanitized, but there are stubborn stains that just wouldn't come out. We had the Sears guy here today taking measurements and showing us samples of carpets and laminate flooring. I will soon get his estimate by e-mail...fingers crossed that it's not too out to lunch!
Thanks to our fantastic friend Perry, we now have a functioning bathroom light and light switches that don't require two switches to be in the on position before the light will work. Thank you Perry! Now Graham won't have random patches of beard hair that he has missed because it was so dark - ha ha! At one point the light bulb burned out in the shower room that adjoines to the part of the bathroom with the sink. It was at that point that we enlisted the help of our Coleman camping lantern! Again, thanks Perry.
I received a package in the mail the other week, which was very exciting! My sister-in-law Jennifer, who lives in Ontario, sent me a wicked little care/congratulations package that included a really nice maternity outfit (always grateful), a handy baby wipes container, a nice note and the dreaded video games! Jennifer, what are you doing to me?! Graham is obsessed with the games and has barely left the warm side of his Game Cube! Of course I'm just being melodramatic. I really appreciate the thought you put into the package and really appreciate it, thank you :)
Suppose that's all for now.
Ciao!
As with most women I was secretly hoping it was a girl, but I am very happy anyway. It's funny though, I was positive that I was having a girl. Something inside of me made me feel 100% positive that little Kenzie (fav. girl name) was growing away. I had the embarrassing, but funny task of returning these sweet little girl suits to the Bay last night - ha ha!
Our thoughts have turned to what to name 'him'. There are several names that are holding on strong, such as; Aedan, Calum, Keane and many more. We're so unsure how to decide what his name will be. We've thought of having all of our favourite names on the dart board, then each throwing one dart, thus leaving us with the name list down to two. A video game competition also came up in conversation, of course this was Graham's evil way of trying to ensure he gets to pick our wee boy's name - I am terrible at video games! I'm sure we'll figure it out sooner rather than later.
We've finally made the first steps to having the yucky carpet replaced. See, the people that lived here before were messy, to say the least and their pets didn't seem to care where they went to the toilet. When we moved in we got the carpets professionally steam cleaned and sanitized, but there are stubborn stains that just wouldn't come out. We had the Sears guy here today taking measurements and showing us samples of carpets and laminate flooring. I will soon get his estimate by e-mail...fingers crossed that it's not too out to lunch!
Thanks to our fantastic friend Perry, we now have a functioning bathroom light and light switches that don't require two switches to be in the on position before the light will work. Thank you Perry! Now Graham won't have random patches of beard hair that he has missed because it was so dark - ha ha! At one point the light bulb burned out in the shower room that adjoines to the part of the bathroom with the sink. It was at that point that we enlisted the help of our Coleman camping lantern! Again, thanks Perry.
I received a package in the mail the other week, which was very exciting! My sister-in-law Jennifer, who lives in Ontario, sent me a wicked little care/congratulations package that included a really nice maternity outfit (always grateful), a handy baby wipes container, a nice note and the dreaded video games! Jennifer, what are you doing to me?! Graham is obsessed with the games and has barely left the warm side of his Game Cube! Of course I'm just being melodramatic. I really appreciate the thought you put into the package and really appreciate it, thank you :)
Suppose that's all for now.
Ciao!
Monday, August 29, 2005
What's in a name?
So, who knew it would be so difficult to choose a name? I remember when I was a teenager and we'd all gab about boyfriends who were 'definitely' husbands-to-be (thank goodness they weren't), we then moved on to what our children's names would be. I had this bit nailed, I knew I was going to have a girl and she was to be called Alexus. Alexus? Come on, that was so 1990. As times change so do name fads. As with my own parents I would like to strive for a name that isn't trendy; I don't want to date my child by his/her name.
Listed below is what Graham and I have come up with for potential names for our child:
Girls: Abigail, Aila, Ailsa, Amelia, Bridget, Eden, Emma, Gemma, Grear (and no, not Germaine sodding Grear!), Iona, Isla, Kenzie, Phillipa, Phoebe, Rory, Samantha, Sophie.
Boys: Alastair, Calum, Camden, Finlay, Iagan, Keane, Liam, Nigel, Rhys, Simon.
If anyone has any favourites or absolute must nots, please let us know; we are always interested in what you think - kidding! I can at least give you the impression that I care about what you are saying - kidding again! What was that saying my Mom used to say? Never a word said in jest...
McKinnoa out.
Listed below is what Graham and I have come up with for potential names for our child:
Girls: Abigail, Aila, Ailsa, Amelia, Bridget, Eden, Emma, Gemma, Grear (and no, not Germaine sodding Grear!), Iona, Isla, Kenzie, Phillipa, Phoebe, Rory, Samantha, Sophie.
Boys: Alastair, Calum, Camden, Finlay, Iagan, Keane, Liam, Nigel, Rhys, Simon.
If anyone has any favourites or absolute must nots, please let us know; we are always interested in what you think - kidding! I can at least give you the impression that I care about what you are saying - kidding again! What was that saying my Mom used to say? Never a word said in jest...
McKinnoa out.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Camping trip.
Along with Lisa, Raisin and Peanut (the dogs) we set up two tents with the grace that one would expect from two inexperienced gals. Now don't get me wrong, we have been camping many times but normally the guys set the tents up for us. Last year Lisa and I decided to take a day off of work to head up to the campground before the guys. It was going to be our time to shine and have the campsite perfect for when the guys showed up after work. Unfortunately things didn't work out how we hoped last year. In fact, things went so wrong that we ended up in our little Civic with Raisin with the interior light on, tents half set up, waiting in the dark "where it was safe" until one of them showed up. This year was the redeeming year. We had both tents set up, despite the difficulty in pegging down the fly because of the rocky ground.
We must have looked quite funny struggling with the tent that was taller than either one of us. Lisa stood on her tiptoes while I tried to hold the poles - good times! I had requested a new tent this year because I didn't want to be lying down or half-humped over while trying to do anything in the tent. I figure I'm pregnant and I really thought it was a fair request, thus it was obliged. We also got a new swanky air mattress that has built-in pillows - very cool. I know it sounds a bit less like camping as I go on, but in my mind, it is camping. No, we didn't play sherpa and lug all of our goods on our backs for 10 kilometres, but it is still satisfying. In fact, this year we got a waterfront site and it was gorgeous!
Lisa and I floated around in our inflatable Homer Simpson chairs and bobbed around in our life jackets. The guys went around the lake in the dingy, holding the newest toy, the GPS device. It's quite scary how many satellites there are out there. Only the shadow knows how many...boohaahaa! Sorry, I have been listening to the Shadow on 101.1 on Sunday nights - I love radio stories.
I seem to be in a really good stage of pregnancy now. I am at 17 weeks and am feeling really great, although I can't complain about my experience thus far because it's been really great and my body has been very good to me. My days spent hove off on the floor asleep are over, my headaches are few and far between and I generally feel good. The cool thing is, I bought a pair of "early to mid-term" pregnancy pants and they are like wearing pajamas! I don't even have to do up buttons or zip a zipper, they just pull on. How am I going to go back to the slave labour of regular pants when all of this is over?!
I appreciate all of the suggestions about the what to drink (said in a Southern American drawl) issue I proposed earlier. I am going to try out the drinks suggested and let you know how they fair up.
C-I-A-B-A-double T-A
Peace out!
We must have looked quite funny struggling with the tent that was taller than either one of us. Lisa stood on her tiptoes while I tried to hold the poles - good times! I had requested a new tent this year because I didn't want to be lying down or half-humped over while trying to do anything in the tent. I figure I'm pregnant and I really thought it was a fair request, thus it was obliged. We also got a new swanky air mattress that has built-in pillows - very cool. I know it sounds a bit less like camping as I go on, but in my mind, it is camping. No, we didn't play sherpa and lug all of our goods on our backs for 10 kilometres, but it is still satisfying. In fact, this year we got a waterfront site and it was gorgeous!
Lisa and I floated around in our inflatable Homer Simpson chairs and bobbed around in our life jackets. The guys went around the lake in the dingy, holding the newest toy, the GPS device. It's quite scary how many satellites there are out there. Only the shadow knows how many...boohaahaa! Sorry, I have been listening to the Shadow on 101.1 on Sunday nights - I love radio stories.
I seem to be in a really good stage of pregnancy now. I am at 17 weeks and am feeling really great, although I can't complain about my experience thus far because it's been really great and my body has been very good to me. My days spent hove off on the floor asleep are over, my headaches are few and far between and I generally feel good. The cool thing is, I bought a pair of "early to mid-term" pregnancy pants and they are like wearing pajamas! I don't even have to do up buttons or zip a zipper, they just pull on. How am I going to go back to the slave labour of regular pants when all of this is over?!
I appreciate all of the suggestions about the what to drink (said in a Southern American drawl) issue I proposed earlier. I am going to try out the drinks suggested and let you know how they fair up.
C-I-A-B-A-double T-A
Peace out!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
I miss caffeine.
Arrive at work, turn on computer, get organic Earl Grey teabag from desk drawer, head off to lunchroom, turn on kettle, prepare mug for delicious essence of bergamot, drink tea and feel comfort. This has been my daily routine on work days since I discovered Dilmah Earl Grey tea from Sri Lanka...until now.
A while back a couple of friends and I were having a discussion about random events, during which I was making tea. I stirred the milk into the tea and Sharon claimed that the sound of the spoon clinking against the mug was a very comforting sound. What it meant to her was that someone was taking care of her. I had never thought of it that way until she mentioned it. From that day on, every time I heard that sound I felt comforted, even if I was the one making the tea.
Being pregnant has meant that my caffeine intake must be significantly less than my regular dosage. Why you ask? Caffeine is a known mutagen, which means it's a chemical substance that causes genetic mutation. Genetic mutation! I think I'll skip the caffeine train for a while; I don't want to mutate our baby! My god I'm already afraid it's going to have something horribly wrong with it. Apparently that's a very normal feeling for parents-to-be, but I wish that lingering thought would go away.
When I tried to slow down my tea drinking, which by the way was up to at least 3 cups per day, I got caffeine-withdrawal headaches. For those of you who have experienced this type of headache, you know how horrible it is. Thus, I have decided to drastically cut back on my caffeine. That means no more tea, yes I know there are uncaffeinated teas but it's just not the same. Exceptions to this cut back rule are chocolate and the occassional sip of Coke when we are having pizza.
I was completely addicted to Diet Pepsi as well, so that's been binned too. Aspartame? Definitely no good for me, nor the baby.
I have moved on to drinking an obscene amount of Perrier with lemon. It's the closest thing I have been able to find that will replace my obscene addiction to Diet Pepsi. For a while I was drinking full calorie pop but that's not a good idea either because I don't want to gain any unnecessary weight, nor do I want to get gestational diabetes. Of course the issue with Perrier is that it's costing me about $1.50 per day, but I figure it's better than the other options. I really can't drink just tap water all day everyday, it's boring.
Any suggestions for yummy, thirst quenching, low-calorie, uncaffeinated, aspartame-free drinks?
- Allison
A while back a couple of friends and I were having a discussion about random events, during which I was making tea. I stirred the milk into the tea and Sharon claimed that the sound of the spoon clinking against the mug was a very comforting sound. What it meant to her was that someone was taking care of her. I had never thought of it that way until she mentioned it. From that day on, every time I heard that sound I felt comforted, even if I was the one making the tea.
Being pregnant has meant that my caffeine intake must be significantly less than my regular dosage. Why you ask? Caffeine is a known mutagen, which means it's a chemical substance that causes genetic mutation. Genetic mutation! I think I'll skip the caffeine train for a while; I don't want to mutate our baby! My god I'm already afraid it's going to have something horribly wrong with it. Apparently that's a very normal feeling for parents-to-be, but I wish that lingering thought would go away.
When I tried to slow down my tea drinking, which by the way was up to at least 3 cups per day, I got caffeine-withdrawal headaches. For those of you who have experienced this type of headache, you know how horrible it is. Thus, I have decided to drastically cut back on my caffeine. That means no more tea, yes I know there are uncaffeinated teas but it's just not the same. Exceptions to this cut back rule are chocolate and the occassional sip of Coke when we are having pizza.
I was completely addicted to Diet Pepsi as well, so that's been binned too. Aspartame? Definitely no good for me, nor the baby.
I have moved on to drinking an obscene amount of Perrier with lemon. It's the closest thing I have been able to find that will replace my obscene addiction to Diet Pepsi. For a while I was drinking full calorie pop but that's not a good idea either because I don't want to gain any unnecessary weight, nor do I want to get gestational diabetes. Of course the issue with Perrier is that it's costing me about $1.50 per day, but I figure it's better than the other options. I really can't drink just tap water all day everyday, it's boring.
Any suggestions for yummy, thirst quenching, low-calorie, uncaffeinated, aspartame-free drinks?
- Allison
Monday, August 08, 2005
Cheese bread!
For approximately a month and a half now I have been craving white bread with chunks of cheddar cheese in it. I remember ages ago having it from Safeway, or so I thought. I must have searched several grocery stores, bakeries and anywhere else I passed that sold bread...nothing, until today. I stopped into the 'new' Safeway on my way home and lo and behold, there it was! I had just finished telling Lisa that I was soon going to have to commission someone to make this bread for me or I was going to go crazy. As soon as I got home I munched away on a few slices and now the craving is gone - woo hoo!
This morning I went to see Dr. Lemke for a full physical. For those women reading this, you know what a horribly embarrassing situation this can be. I was welcomed into the Doctor's office with the big smiles that I normally am...and the urine sample cup. I was frantically drinking water on my way to the office because I feared I wouldn't be able to 'go'. Next I got weighed...I wasn't best pleased with the number! I knew I was going to get ushered into the exam room soon and I managed to break a sweat in a highly air-conditioned office!
I had to put on a paper gown and "...try to relax" while I waited for Dr. Lemke. By the time he got in the exam room I was drenched with sweat. I had worked myself up to the point where I thought I was going to pass out, all for the sake of not wanting a Pap test - again, what a dork! As Dr. Lemke was giving me a breast exam he decided to ask me whether or not I would be breast feeding. I still don't know if I'm going to because I have some reservations about it. See, I'm having a hard time getting past the fact that my (and most women's) breasts have been looked upon as sexual objects since they started budding. Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to say, "Okay, it's time for dinner" and whip out my breast like it's a food source. I found it very difficult to explain this to him as he was kneading away at my breasts...
My blood pressure is spot on, so that's good. I heard the baby's heartbeat again, this time it was much easier to find than before. I guess because the baby is quite a bit bigger than last time; again it was a strong beat. I am 15 weeks now and I am still feeling really good, I hope this continues for the duration of the pregnancy.
There are three of us in the same proximity in the office that are all pregnant now, so all of the single gals are afraid to come over to talk...just in case it's contagious!
McKinnon out!
This morning I went to see Dr. Lemke for a full physical. For those women reading this, you know what a horribly embarrassing situation this can be. I was welcomed into the Doctor's office with the big smiles that I normally am...and the urine sample cup. I was frantically drinking water on my way to the office because I feared I wouldn't be able to 'go'. Next I got weighed...I wasn't best pleased with the number! I knew I was going to get ushered into the exam room soon and I managed to break a sweat in a highly air-conditioned office!
I had to put on a paper gown and "...try to relax" while I waited for Dr. Lemke. By the time he got in the exam room I was drenched with sweat. I had worked myself up to the point where I thought I was going to pass out, all for the sake of not wanting a Pap test - again, what a dork! As Dr. Lemke was giving me a breast exam he decided to ask me whether or not I would be breast feeding. I still don't know if I'm going to because I have some reservations about it. See, I'm having a hard time getting past the fact that my (and most women's) breasts have been looked upon as sexual objects since they started budding. Now all of a sudden I'm supposed to say, "Okay, it's time for dinner" and whip out my breast like it's a food source. I found it very difficult to explain this to him as he was kneading away at my breasts...
My blood pressure is spot on, so that's good. I heard the baby's heartbeat again, this time it was much easier to find than before. I guess because the baby is quite a bit bigger than last time; again it was a strong beat. I am 15 weeks now and I am still feeling really good, I hope this continues for the duration of the pregnancy.
There are three of us in the same proximity in the office that are all pregnant now, so all of the single gals are afraid to come over to talk...just in case it's contagious!
McKinnon out!
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Yoga!
I started pre-natal yoga today and it was great! All of the women in the class looked so cute in their yoga pants and little t-shirts. Most of the women were later in their term than I am, in fact, some women looked like they may give birth at any moment!
The class isn't overly vigorous because, quite frankly, it's hard to do yoga with a bump out the front. The mega-pregnant ladies were totally inspirational though. They were downward-dogging it like they had a pillow stuffed in their shirts, rather than a multi-pound baby.
I decided to buy a racer-back yoga shirt with a built-in bra because I thought it would be less stressful than having to adjust my bra straps all the time. I reflected on that silly thought when my right boob popped out of my 'convenient' yoga top! I over-estimated the size of top I would need and therefore it wasn't fitted enough, so dammit if it didn't pop out during my downward facing dog! I was totally mortified but then quickly realized that the women in this class had been through it all before and they didn't give a toss about my exposed breast...thank goodness!
I'm looking forward to continuing on with my yoga classes...in my new and SMALLER yoga top!
Peace out.
The class isn't overly vigorous because, quite frankly, it's hard to do yoga with a bump out the front. The mega-pregnant ladies were totally inspirational though. They were downward-dogging it like they had a pillow stuffed in their shirts, rather than a multi-pound baby.
I decided to buy a racer-back yoga shirt with a built-in bra because I thought it would be less stressful than having to adjust my bra straps all the time. I reflected on that silly thought when my right boob popped out of my 'convenient' yoga top! I over-estimated the size of top I would need and therefore it wasn't fitted enough, so dammit if it didn't pop out during my downward facing dog! I was totally mortified but then quickly realized that the women in this class had been through it all before and they didn't give a toss about my exposed breast...thank goodness!
I'm looking forward to continuing on with my yoga classes...in my new and SMALLER yoga top!
Peace out.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Motley Crue
Last night was our toadlette's first 'heavy metal' show; we went to see Motley Crue at the Coliseum. Yes, that's right, I went to a Motley Crue show. When I was a 'tween (almost a teen) I loved Motley Crue, probably because I knew my parents wouldn't like it!
The show was a sold out event and the crowd was very diverse. Your typical guys with mullets, tarty old women who used to be cool 'back in the day' and every other type of person you could imagine. This was definitely a nostaglia tour for most people. The stage performance was really great but I wasn't familiar with all of the songs and that makes it difficult to enjoy a rock show sometimes. One of the great things in seeing a heavy band live (no, I'm not making a slight on Vince Neil's avoir du poids) is being able to sing along.
Nonetheless, our little apple-sized baby has gone to a rock show and not just any rock show, Motley Crue's (expected) last tour. Who knows, maybe when it's a teenager it can brag to it's friends!
The show was a sold out event and the crowd was very diverse. Your typical guys with mullets, tarty old women who used to be cool 'back in the day' and every other type of person you could imagine. This was definitely a nostaglia tour for most people. The stage performance was really great but I wasn't familiar with all of the songs and that makes it difficult to enjoy a rock show sometimes. One of the great things in seeing a heavy band live (no, I'm not making a slight on Vince Neil's avoir du poids) is being able to sing along.
Nonetheless, our little apple-sized baby has gone to a rock show and not just any rock show, Motley Crue's (expected) last tour. Who knows, maybe when it's a teenager it can brag to it's friends!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Hormones
According to the Oxford English dictionary, hormones are defined as: "a regulatory substance produced in an organism and transported in tissue fluids such as blood or sap to stimulate specific cells or tissues into action". I'll tell you what, as the pregnancy progresses, my hormones are busy at work giving me erratic mood swings!
Yesterday a co-worker observed the o.j. juice boxes I had on my desk and said to me, "You should be drinking better juice than that". Under normal circumstances I would have shrugged this comment off and not thought about it again. But oh no, being pregnant and 'hormonal', I started a huge internal monologue about whether my juice was of good enough quality. It wasn't fresh squeezed, but it had no additives, so what was the problem? Again, keep in mind that this is not a fully normal person thinking! I sat at my desk stressing about my juice choice to the point where I welled up with tears! Lisa (whom you will hear loads about) looked at me and said, "You're not crying about the juice comment, are you?!" Embarrassed and emotional, I nodded and headed off to the bathroom to squeeze out a few more tears in private. Dork!
See the thing is, as most expecting parents experience, I am scared to death that I'm not going to make the perfect choices and am somehow going to be a crap parent.
I remember my Mom telling me a story from when she was pregnant with me. She was in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner, to no avail. My Dad thought the kitchen was awfully quiet, so he went to the kitchen to see what was going on. What he found was my Mom facing the oven, crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she wept, and said she couldn't figure out what to make for dinner! This story was quite comforting when I was getting over the orange juice incident!
My waistbands are getting a bit tight and my boobs seem huge, but my fingernails are growing faster and stronger than ever before. I think I'm in for a whirlwind of activity and changes - I'm looking forward to it all.
- Allison
Yesterday a co-worker observed the o.j. juice boxes I had on my desk and said to me, "You should be drinking better juice than that". Under normal circumstances I would have shrugged this comment off and not thought about it again. But oh no, being pregnant and 'hormonal', I started a huge internal monologue about whether my juice was of good enough quality. It wasn't fresh squeezed, but it had no additives, so what was the problem? Again, keep in mind that this is not a fully normal person thinking! I sat at my desk stressing about my juice choice to the point where I welled up with tears! Lisa (whom you will hear loads about) looked at me and said, "You're not crying about the juice comment, are you?!" Embarrassed and emotional, I nodded and headed off to the bathroom to squeeze out a few more tears in private. Dork!
See the thing is, as most expecting parents experience, I am scared to death that I'm not going to make the perfect choices and am somehow going to be a crap parent.
I remember my Mom telling me a story from when she was pregnant with me. She was in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner, to no avail. My Dad thought the kitchen was awfully quiet, so he went to the kitchen to see what was going on. What he found was my Mom facing the oven, crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she wept, and said she couldn't figure out what to make for dinner! This story was quite comforting when I was getting over the orange juice incident!
My waistbands are getting a bit tight and my boobs seem huge, but my fingernails are growing faster and stronger than ever before. I think I'm in for a whirlwind of activity and changes - I'm looking forward to it all.
- Allison
Sunday, July 24, 2005
What does February 1st mean to you?
Firstly, for those of you who have frequented my blog in the past, you will notice a definite change in the posts. This blog is now intended to keep our family and friends up-to-date on the status of our pregnancy! Yes, that's right, Graham and I are going to have a baby. Well, to be specific, I am going to have the baby :)
In May/June Graham and I took a holiday around Scotland, then to Stockholm and finally to London. It was quite the whirlwind trip and I found myself asleep in the car a lot. I figured it was because we had been doing so much walking and maybe a bit of jet lag. When we got back home I still felt really tired and my breasts hurt a lot and they seemed to have grown quite a bit...nice for some, not so great for me!
I had a feeling I was pregnant, so on my lunch hour I strolled up to Shopper's Drug Mart with my best friend Lisa. I bought a 2-test kit and legged it back to the ladies loo at work to take the test. The result popped up in the window almost instantly. I found myself stunned. I looked at the stick and then back at the instructions. Then looked at the stick and back at the instructions. I think I must have been in the bathroom for ages!
Lisa and I sit beside one another at work, so when I came back to my desk she turned around and looked at me with that, "Well?" look. Red-faced and sweaty, I nodded. Then her eyes went bigger and she nodded, then I nodded. We must have looked like a couple of weirdos, luckily people are used to that!
I told Graham when he got home from work and he went chalk-white, then beet-red and then smiled a huge silly grin.
The next morning, I took the second test with the same result - one line (positive). On the way to work I headed to the clinic across the road from my work and got another test done. Do you think I wanted to be sure? Again, a positive result!
Graham and I are thrilled, thus we decided to start this blog to share our happiness with all of you.
Thus far we have heard the baby's heartbeat and that was fantastic! In another month and a half or so, I will get my one and only ultrasound done.
I have been feeling really good for the most part. No morning sickness, just a few bouts of squidgy feeling when I smell bananas or try to eat macaroni and cheese.
By the way, February 1st is the predicted due date!
In May/June Graham and I took a holiday around Scotland, then to Stockholm and finally to London. It was quite the whirlwind trip and I found myself asleep in the car a lot. I figured it was because we had been doing so much walking and maybe a bit of jet lag. When we got back home I still felt really tired and my breasts hurt a lot and they seemed to have grown quite a bit...nice for some, not so great for me!
I had a feeling I was pregnant, so on my lunch hour I strolled up to Shopper's Drug Mart with my best friend Lisa. I bought a 2-test kit and legged it back to the ladies loo at work to take the test. The result popped up in the window almost instantly. I found myself stunned. I looked at the stick and then back at the instructions. Then looked at the stick and back at the instructions. I think I must have been in the bathroom for ages!
Lisa and I sit beside one another at work, so when I came back to my desk she turned around and looked at me with that, "Well?" look. Red-faced and sweaty, I nodded. Then her eyes went bigger and she nodded, then I nodded. We must have looked like a couple of weirdos, luckily people are used to that!
I told Graham when he got home from work and he went chalk-white, then beet-red and then smiled a huge silly grin.
The next morning, I took the second test with the same result - one line (positive). On the way to work I headed to the clinic across the road from my work and got another test done. Do you think I wanted to be sure? Again, a positive result!
Graham and I are thrilled, thus we decided to start this blog to share our happiness with all of you.
Thus far we have heard the baby's heartbeat and that was fantastic! In another month and a half or so, I will get my one and only ultrasound done.
I have been feeling really good for the most part. No morning sickness, just a few bouts of squidgy feeling when I smell bananas or try to eat macaroni and cheese.
By the way, February 1st is the predicted due date!
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