An open letter to my daughter

Dear baby,

2 more months and you’ll be making your arrival. Hopefully. (Please don’t be late, baby. You know how I feel about being punctual!)

In just 2 short months we’ll get to meet, face-to-face. Finally. You’ll get to match the voice you’ve been hearing to my face. I’ll get to see who’s been shifting and moving all over my tummy every day. I’ll get to see you, rather than just hear your heartbeat and wonder at what you look like.

We’ll get to gaze at each other for hours. We’ll get to smile at each other. I’ll get to hold you and cuddle you and kiss your face. You’ll get to keep me up at nights. (And that will be completely okay.)

When you’re sad, I’ll hold you. And try to make you feel better. When you’re tired, I’ll nap with you. (So will your Daddy. We like our naps.) When you’re hungry, we’ll feed you. And, when you get bigger, we’ll play together. And laugh. And be silly. I can’t wait to be silly with you.

I’ll watch your little personality come out more and more every day. You’ll see what Mama’s all about. You’ll have a Daddy who adores you to bits and pieces.

It’s going to be amazing.

We’re looking forward to meeting you, baby. You’re going to make us so happy. And we’re going to try to make you feel loved and supported and cared for, every single minute.

That’s what Moms and Dads do for their little Mini-Me.

And that’s what we’ll do for you.

I promise.

Love,
Mommy

Bah-humbug

Ah, Tuesdays. How I loathe them.

(Maybe loathe is too strong a word. I don't enjoy them, that's for sure.)

Tuesday is such a nothing day. You know?

I mean, at least on Monday, you've resigned yourself to the fact that you're at the very beginning of another long work week. By Wednesday, you're halfway there - so you've at least got "hump day" to celebrate. Thursday is fun because you're anticipating the fast-approaching weekend. And by Friday - you're home free.

So what about Tuesday? Tuesday is nothing. It's not the very beginning of the week. It's not half-way. It's just... a day.

Can you tell I'm slightly hum-bug today? I would go into the reasons, but I don't want to bore you. Or kill your soul.

Instead, I think I'll turn on some Christmas tunes at work and treat myself to a little hot chocolate later on. In a Christmas cup.

Chocolate and Christmas. Never fails to cure what ails me.

Mmmm... chocolate..........

It's 3:54am

And I've been awake since 2.

I love not being able to sleep the night before I have to get

up for work at 6am.

Sigh.

In lieu of sleep... here's a couple of picture of my goofy husband from a few weeks ago while decorating the tree.

Yes, he's wearing an apron. Decorating is serious work. It requires full frontal coverage.

29 week update!

I went to see my midwife yesterday. I'm now seeing them every two weeks. Yay! Makes things seem more real. And I feel so much further along.

Some new stats:

How far along: 29 weeks and 5 days (as of today). Does that seem crazy?? It's going fast, for sure.

Weight gain: (From 2 weeks ago)... Half a lb. Which takes me up to 26.5lbs. total.

Belly size: 30cms. Very rotund. And I'm loving it.

Baby location: She's got her head pointing downwards. She knows that's what she has to do to make a proper appearance in 10 and a half more weeks. She's so smart. Actually, she's very advanced, you know.

Other news: I'm getting more and more tired lately. Like - at 9pm my body thinks it's 2 in the morning or something. That's how tired I feel. Also - my lower back is starting to hurt more during the sleeping hours. Ugh. Snoogle - don't fail me now!

Also, I can't jog anymore. I'm too winded... so I'm down to walking and some yoga. (Mind you - I've been letting that go by the wayside lately. But I'm blaming that on the busyness of the holiday season).

Oh, and I've been feeling wee baby move a whole heck of a lot lately. And I can feel really hard parts in my tummy. Like - her bum, for example. It's so bizarre to me to think that I can actually physically feel her body parts IN MY STOMACH.

I don't know when this is going to start feeling real to me... but so far - everything is still kind of bizarro-world. There's a baby in my stomach. Like - a real, live baby. Huh. So weird.

Anyway - that's what's new with me. Baby and I are just trucking along.

Update...

...to come tomorrow, folks. Sorry. Have been swamped at work.

BUT - stay tuned! I'll have more baby talk for you after visiting my midwife today.

Man, I loves me some baby talk.

I did it. I broke up with her.

The cleaning lady and I have parted ways.

That's right. I got off my wussy arse and told her that come February, hubster and I would no longer be able to afford to have her clean our mess for us.

Her response? "Not a problem at all!!!" (With a big smile on her face.)

I think it's safe to say that she doesn't enjoy cleaning our home.

Evidence making it crystal-clear that said cleaning lady no longer wants us as clients:

• Almost every, single time she's scheduled to come, she calls the morning of... either to switch to another day or week, or to cancel all together
• She often gives us a long sob story about how sick she is, how tired she is, how she has to take care of her granddaughter (who's ten, by the way - and usually off at school like other normal ten year olds) so she can't make it ALL THE WAY to our house to clean
• (We don't live that far from her)
• She does a half-assed job most times. (I'm not being snotty... I can honestly see a dust line under our dining room cabinet - RIGHT after she's visited)
• She was positively JOYOUS (just short of dancing a jig, I'd say) when I told her we can't afford to have her clean anymore
• She followed that up by getting slightly grumpy when I asked her if she could come one more time in January

So, yeah. I have a feeling there will be no love lost when cleaning lady and I part ways for good in January. It was nice while she was around... but now I've got to do my own half-assed job.

I think I'll tackle that dust line first.

I think it's safe to say I'm pregnant

Here I am in all my 29-week glory.

It's a dark pic, and I'm standing far away, but if you were able to zoom in, you could see my tired eyes, pale skin, my double chin and my giant, giant belly. Also - did you notice that I'm wearing some lovely sweats? Yes. I think it's rather safe to say I'm in my third trimester. (Where have you gone, 2nd trimester glow??)

Anywho. On to other things.

Like - how cute is my cat? How great is my Christmas tree? How lovely does my home look? Not to brag - but Hez knows how to do Christmas. That tree is REAL, baby. And smells and looks amazing, if I do say so myself.

That is all. Happy holidays, peeps.

(PS: Special shout-out to my mother-in-law who just learned what "peeps" means!)