Simply amazing

Oh my goodness, it's REAL!

This baby thing? It's actually real.

I've known all along that I'm pregnant. I've known that the baby changes in size, week by week. I've known that I will be a Mom at the end of these 9 months.

But for some reason? It didn't seem really, truly real until this morning. When I had my first ultrasound.

It. Was. Amazing. I saw the baby opening and closing its little mouth. He/She was swallowing. Baby Lime (that's the new fruit association, btw) was bouncing around every time my belly was prodded. Andrew and I saw his/her little legs crossed. And suddenly, I realized that I have an actual human being inside me.

So bizarre.

I'm 12 weeks now and managed to see so much. I can't WAIT for my next and final ultrasound at 20 weeks when we get to see so much more.

Anyway, after the ultrasound, Andrew and I left the room and waited for my name to be called so I could give some blood. When I went to give blood, Andrew went to go wait in the car. So, I sat down, had my blood taken, left and walked through the waiting room with a big smile on my face... and then - as soon as I got out to the parking lot - I started crying.

(And I'm pretty sure I saw a bit of dampness in Andrew's eyes as he hugged me, too. So cute.)

I'm just so amazed by it all. This is real. I'm going to be a Mommy. I have a human being that's relying on me.

My goodness, this is fascinating.

Zzzzzzz.....

Constant business and pregnancy do not make for a restful feeling.

I'm BEAT today. Very very very very very very very VERY tired.

But, the good news is: I had a great time with my friends in Ottawa over the weekend, I loved having Andrew around with us, I'm pretty sure I can get to bed early tonight and I'm going for my first ultrasound tomorrow morning.

All is well in the world of Hez.

***Edited to add*** In my tiredness, I just realized I wrote "business" instead of "busy-ness". Are they spelled the same?? They certainly don't read the same. Anywho. I meant busy-ness. As in, always busy. I did NOT mean: constant "company or other organization that buys and sells goods, makes products, or provides services". Just to clarify.

Capital City

I'm heading to Ottawa this weekend with Andrew to hang out with some good friends, relax at a cottage and eat and drink to my heart's content. (Well, drink water, that is). Looking forward to the whole weekend. VERY much.

But right now I'm tired. My mind is fuzzy. And I'm not really in a writerly mood. Please forgive the lack of interesting post.

Enjoy the weekend... here's hoping that I'll be much more interesting/fun/exciting when I'm back.

Cheers, peeps.

There's a tear in my beer

So You Think You Can Dance makes me cry.

There, I said it.

Last night, when Jeanine did her solo, and then received a standing ovation, I started crying. Andrew laughed at me. I felt silly. But, there you have it. I'm an emotional being.

This reminds me of other times in which I've cried - times that are not traditional "tear-invoking" situations. Here's just a sample:

• When I went to see The Sound of Music on stage and they sung "Doe a deer". Reason for crying (in my mind, that is)... The music! It's timeless! How can you not tear up at songs that remind you of your youth?
• A sub point to the Sound of Music crying situation: When the man in front of me hugged his little daughter as Maria came out on stage. Reason for crying... A nice, happy Daddy. Hugging his little, adorable daughter, who was all dressed up in the prettiest little evening dress for the theatre. And they were both all excited for the show. That right there is a recipe for tears.
• When I really wanted popcorn one evening. I had thought about it all day. I was all set to make it, when I went to my cupboard and found we were OUT OF MICROWAVE POPCORN. Reason for crying... I really wanted that popcorn.
• When Amazing Race host Phil cried after underdog Charla (who stands at 4 feet tall) came across the finish line. Reason for crying... Phil cried. Come on. Grown man crying. Can't help it.
• When I hear sappy music montages of any sort during movies. (TV shows and commercials also make the list. But movies - oh my lanta - look out. I will cry you a RIVER, during sappy movie music). Reason for crying... I'm a sap. Sappy music speaks to me.

Sigh. Such a rational lady I am, eh?

The fig and the kumquat

Apparently I was misinformed. Last night, Andrew let me know that the fig image from yesterday is far too big to be an accurate representation of our little one.

So, you can't go from cute, little kumquat:

To giant, scary, pear-sized fig:

Instead, our mini-Hez/Andrew, is probably more like this:

Either way, I'm getting hungry.

It's pronounced mid-WIFF-ery. Tee hee

Andrew and I met with a midwife association this morning. Just a quick meet-and-greet, to find out what they offer and provide and all that.

Yeah. They totally had me at hello.

Midwives are AWESOME. Did you know that? Did you? Huh? (I'm pretty excited about it all).

The midwife I met with was so warm and friendly. She explained all about what they do and what I could expect. She made me feel informed, comfortable and happy with all the choices I want to make for my first experience. And she didn't make me feel like I had to give birth at home with just some torn rags and hot water if I wanted midwife care. (In other words, she was totally cool about everything.)

So, I called and left them a message to say that YES! I DO want to have midwife care, starting like, NOW please and thank you. Just waiting to hear back from them to see if they have the room/space. (Apparently there's a long waiting list.)

That's about all that's new with me. Oh - and baby kumquat has now graduated to baby fig. Exciting!! (However, I can't wait until the baby sites start using cute references that I can more easily understand again... like olive. I mean... who knows exactly what the size of a kumquat and a fig are? Not me. Can't say I'm overly familiar with the fig.)

Anyway, just for reference...

This is apparently the size of my mini-me right now.
Such a cute little fig, no??

Sometimes, as a writer, people completely misunderstand you. It happens. It's par for the course. But, while I do understand this, I also don't wish to have any negativity in my life during the absolutely fantastic experience my husband and I are going through right now (that being our pregnancy).

So, if you like what I have to say, please read on. If you don't, please don't bother following this blog. Because my hope is that one day, my child will read this account of their amazing entry into the world and it should be filled with the excitement of loved ones. That's all.

I have too much love in my life to worry about anything else.

Hope everyone enjoyed their long weekend!