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!
Saturday, July 30, 2005
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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