Today marks 3 years of marriage between the hubster and I.
Andrew and I stood in front of all of our friends and family 3 years ago and made a public declaration of our love for each other.
Then - we drank, ate and partied the night away.
Since then, we've put a lot of work into our house, we've gone on some amazing vacations, we've dined out at fancy restaurants and spent a lot of time with our friends and family. In short, we've been living a fabulously wonderful married life.
3 years goes fast when you're having fun.
This morning, Andrew dropped me off at the train station before work. We gave a quick smooch and said we were looking forward to seeing each other tonight for dinner. We decided we wouldn't do gifts or cards, as that's not really our thing. We just want to do what we love - dine out at a nice restaurant on some delicious food and spend time together.
So, I sat on the train, grabbed my book from my purse and settled in for the commute, just like any other day.
Only this time, when I opened up my book to where I last left off reading, I found a blank envelope with the word "Hun" written on the front in Andrew's unmistakable writing.
I started smiling before I even opened the card.
We've lived 3 years of it, but those 3 words from Andrew, in his little chicken scratch writing on a simple, cute card... they just never cease to make me unbelievably happy.
I'm still smiling now.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Reader Discretion Advised
Attention: If you don't want to know something weird that's happening with my boobs, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT continue reading. (I wrote that mainly for my brother. Hope you appreciate it, Chris!)
So. Something's up with my jubblies.
I've heard all about the weird and wonderful things that happen to your body during pregnancy. You change. You adapt. Your body does some crazy things, all in the name of growing a human being. I understand it and accept it all for the most part as it happens to me.
However - there is nothing that can prepare you for the first time that stuff leaks out of your boobs. I now know this from first-hand experience.
The other day, I woke up from a nap with a big wet spot on my shirt - right over the boob area. I thought "Hmm... that's odd. A wet spot right there. In a perfect circle." I had a feeling it wasn't drool.
So I decided to experiment a little to find out what was up with my gazoongas (as Andrew started calling them ever since they grew to gargantuan proportions during pregnancy).
**THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP READING, CHRIS.**
Alright. I admit it. I wanted to know what was up. I wanted to know if it was what I thought it was. So... I gave my boob a little squeeze.
And stuff came out. Clear liquid stuff.
GAH!!!! Can I just tell you how WEIRD it is to see stuff come out of your boob when you squeeze it for the first time?? It's WEIRD. Very, very weird.
As normal and as natural as all this is supposed to be, I found it a little freakish that my boobs were already leaking. I'm only 22 weeks along! I'm not ready for leakage yet!
I told a few people about it, cause I just couldn't get over the weirdness of it all.
"My - you're going to have quite the milky, wh-white breasts" a friend said in her best southern accent (she was quoting a line from A League of Their Own that always makes us giggle).
"Imagine what it'll be like when you're actually breastfeeding!" Andrew said to me in amazement, "You'll be able to squirt clear across the room!"
So, I guess my booby leakage isn't as quite freaky as I thought.
Most people seem to find the whole thing udderly amusing.
(Oh yes, I went there.)
So. Something's up with my jubblies.
I've heard all about the weird and wonderful things that happen to your body during pregnancy. You change. You adapt. Your body does some crazy things, all in the name of growing a human being. I understand it and accept it all for the most part as it happens to me.
However - there is nothing that can prepare you for the first time that stuff leaks out of your boobs. I now know this from first-hand experience.
The other day, I woke up from a nap with a big wet spot on my shirt - right over the boob area. I thought "Hmm... that's odd. A wet spot right there. In a perfect circle." I had a feeling it wasn't drool.
So I decided to experiment a little to find out what was up with my gazoongas (as Andrew started calling them ever since they grew to gargantuan proportions during pregnancy).
**THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD REALLY STOP READING, CHRIS.**
Alright. I admit it. I wanted to know what was up. I wanted to know if it was what I thought it was. So... I gave my boob a little squeeze.
And stuff came out. Clear liquid stuff.
GAH!!!! Can I just tell you how WEIRD it is to see stuff come out of your boob when you squeeze it for the first time?? It's WEIRD. Very, very weird.
As normal and as natural as all this is supposed to be, I found it a little freakish that my boobs were already leaking. I'm only 22 weeks along! I'm not ready for leakage yet!
I told a few people about it, cause I just couldn't get over the weirdness of it all.
"My - you're going to have quite the milky, wh-white breasts" a friend said in her best southern accent (she was quoting a line from A League of Their Own that always makes us giggle).
"Imagine what it'll be like when you're actually breastfeeding!" Andrew said to me in amazement, "You'll be able to squirt clear across the room!"
So, I guess my booby leakage isn't as quite freaky as I thought.
Most people seem to find the whole thing udderly amusing.
(Oh yes, I went there.)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Productive weekends
Another weekend, come and gone.
Ah, Mondays.
Funny thing is, I don't really dislike Mondays. Especially after weekends that feel particularly restful. Like the one that just passed.
Friday evening, hubster and I decided not to do anything productive with the baby room or the house. We made the executive decision to not exercise or go buy things on our list of items we need. Instead, we went for dinner and a movie. Just the two of us. It was the perfect date night.
On Saturday, I decided to be all self-righteous and get a lot of stuff done. So, I got up early and went for a half hour jog/walk with my Mom, then came home and dug up all the weeds in our front garden, then emptied the dishwasher, did the laundry, made a meal plan for the week and a grocery list - and still managed to take a two hour nap.
Sweet.
Sunday, I went for another jog/walk (this time, about 25 minutes). Then went to my prenatal yoga class, did some more laundry, baked a batch of cookies and managed to fit in a half hour nap.
Sweet. Again.
It was the perfect balance of nesting (baking cookies and weeding the garden... definitely not on my list of typical weekend activities) and relaxation.
Now I'm ready for the next week. (Only 15 weeks left until I'm done work for a year, by the way.)
(Not that I'm really counting.)
(Just sayin'.)
Ah, Mondays.
Funny thing is, I don't really dislike Mondays. Especially after weekends that feel particularly restful. Like the one that just passed.
Friday evening, hubster and I decided not to do anything productive with the baby room or the house. We made the executive decision to not exercise or go buy things on our list of items we need. Instead, we went for dinner and a movie. Just the two of us. It was the perfect date night.
On Saturday, I decided to be all self-righteous and get a lot of stuff done. So, I got up early and went for a half hour jog/walk with my Mom, then came home and dug up all the weeds in our front garden, then emptied the dishwasher, did the laundry, made a meal plan for the week and a grocery list - and still managed to take a two hour nap.
Sweet.
Sunday, I went for another jog/walk (this time, about 25 minutes). Then went to my prenatal yoga class, did some more laundry, baked a batch of cookies and managed to fit in a half hour nap.
Sweet. Again.
It was the perfect balance of nesting (baking cookies and weeding the garden... definitely not on my list of typical weekend activities) and relaxation.
Now I'm ready for the next week. (Only 15 weeks left until I'm done work for a year, by the way.)
(Not that I'm really counting.)
(Just sayin'.)
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Things
Things that are new with me:
- I bought a pair of black leather boots yesterday. Hurrah! They have a tiny heel and are scrunchy and cute and fashionable. I feel fabulous wearing them.
- I was at work from 8:30am until 9:30pm yesterday, so I'm a little bit tired today. But still happy about my boots. (Also - had free sushi for dinner. Double hurrah!)
- Next week is my wedding anniversary. Hubster and I are going to celebrate by dining out at a fancy Japanese restaurant in Toronto. Ooh-la-la. We're so chic.
- I've got a Starbucks-and-Spa date with my girlfriend Sarah set up for the end of the month. I can NOT wait. We're going to gab about girly things over lattes, then go get facials. Again with the ooh-la-la, we're so chic.
That is all.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
On parents
Sometimes I can't sleep at night. And my mind starts going into overdrive.
I just keep thinking about stuff.
Like, how will I be as a Mama? What's it going to be like? I know my life is going to be different... but how? Will I love it? Will my baby love me unconditionally?
And then I start thinking about my parents. My Mom did what I'm doing now. She carried me for 9 months. She dealt with the heartburn and the exhaustion and the morning sickness. For me. She experienced all the things I'm experiencing now. Like, my first kick inside her tummy. She probably felt the same amazement and wonder that I feel now. She did all this. Just for me.
It completely blows my mind.
I'm starting to see my parents in a different way already. Now that I'm experiencing these things and I know my Mom did it, too (and gladly) for my brother and I, I find that I'm continually amazed by my parents.
My Mom and Dad were such good parents. I thought I really appreciated them before this. But this... this is new.
We went through some rough times as a family. But I didn't really know about any of it at the time. I didn't know until much, much later in life when I was an adult. And that's because my parents gave me the care-free kid's life that all children want and need. They put me and every little need I had before themselves.
And why? Why did they do that?
I guess I didn't really understand or fully appreciate everything they did for me or why they did it until I felt my baby for the first time. When I started to know this new, incredible love.
My love for my parents has always been incredible. But now? I think now it's going to be taken to a whole new level.
Man, I'm lucky.
I just keep thinking about stuff.
Like, how will I be as a Mama? What's it going to be like? I know my life is going to be different... but how? Will I love it? Will my baby love me unconditionally?
And then I start thinking about my parents. My Mom did what I'm doing now. She carried me for 9 months. She dealt with the heartburn and the exhaustion and the morning sickness. For me. She experienced all the things I'm experiencing now. Like, my first kick inside her tummy. She probably felt the same amazement and wonder that I feel now. She did all this. Just for me.
It completely blows my mind.
I'm starting to see my parents in a different way already. Now that I'm experiencing these things and I know my Mom did it, too (and gladly) for my brother and I, I find that I'm continually amazed by my parents.
My Mom and Dad were such good parents. I thought I really appreciated them before this. But this... this is new.
We went through some rough times as a family. But I didn't really know about any of it at the time. I didn't know until much, much later in life when I was an adult. And that's because my parents gave me the care-free kid's life that all children want and need. They put me and every little need I had before themselves.
And why? Why did they do that?
I guess I didn't really understand or fully appreciate everything they did for me or why they did it until I felt my baby for the first time. When I started to know this new, incredible love.
My love for my parents has always been incredible. But now? I think now it's going to be taken to a whole new level.
Man, I'm lucky.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Cute, little baby items
Omg.
OMG!
I need to get stuff done, guys. Like - actually get stuff done.
I don't know if it's the whole nesting phenomenon taking place, or the realization that November-December is going to be very busy with holidays and family and so on and so forth... but I'm now 5 months along and we totally have to start planning and getting stuff done. Wee baby deserves it.
Thankfully, hubster picked up on my not-so-subtle freak out last Friday and went into super-hubby mode this weekend. Which is why we got a LOT of stuff done.
Things we did this weekend:
I may be slightly neurotic... but at least I'm cute.
OMG!
I need to get stuff done, guys. Like - actually get stuff done.
I don't know if it's the whole nesting phenomenon taking place, or the realization that November-December is going to be very busy with holidays and family and so on and so forth... but I'm now 5 months along and we totally have to start planning and getting stuff done. Wee baby deserves it.
Thankfully, hubster picked up on my not-so-subtle freak out last Friday and went into super-hubby mode this weekend. Which is why we got a LOT of stuff done.
Things we did this weekend:
- Primed and repainted the nursery after deciding we didn't like the colour of paint we originally chose (and painted the walls with.) (PS: Thank you for helping in laws!!)
- Bought, painted, cut and installed all new base boards and trim around the window and doors in the nursery
- Assembled the change table (We have a cute change table! For baby things! Cute, little baby items! Hurrah!)
- PS: When I say "we", I have to give credit mostly to Andrew. He was a working machine this weekend! It was awesome. And? He looked really sexy in his rugged work clothes. Mmmm...
- Find and purchase a rocking chair/glider, throw rug and blinds for the nursery
- Put together the crib
- Have a mural painted on the nursery wall
- Pre-register at the hospital where we'll be having the baby (Apparently you have to do this like, NOW! I thought I could do it in January or something. Not so.)
- Register at Babies R Us (now that the shower has been moved up to November - have to get on this. Which? Am very excited about. Yay baby stuff!! Cute, little baby items!!)
I may be slightly neurotic... but at least I'm cute.
And so is the hubster.
Friday, October 9, 2009
On the next episode of Cribs
I'm finally starting to feel awake and alert enough to write a blog for today. You know... after my morning-long haze, but before the post-pizza-lunch-sleepies kick in. Better take advantage.
So last night hubster and I went with my Mom and his Mom to go check out baby furniture. I have to say - it was a bit overwhelming at first.
I think that's because we went to Sears - Land of Disorganization. Have you been there? It kind of took the fun out of the shopping experience for me. Things were jumbled up everywhere. There were only a few cribs on display. The one glider/rocking chair they had was filthy. Not exactly exciting for our first shopping expedition.
But then! Then we went to Babies R Us. That place KNOWS how to market to new Moms (and grandmas) let me tell you.
Everything was in order and in just the right place. All the cribs were gleaming and decorated beautifully with blankets and bumpers in soft greens and yellows and pinks and blues. The gliders were plush and soft and seemed to envelop you as soon as you sat in them.
It was baby shopping heaven.
So, Andrew took control (I couldn't decide, there were too many pretty things to look at!!) and picked out our crib and change table. He was all set to get our baby some furniture. We were there. And we were NOT going to leave empty handed.
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Editor's Note: I've been writing this blog all day and I waited too long to finish my thoughts. I've now hit the post-pizza-lunch-sleepies. So this post is ending in a less-than-well-written-way. My apologies! Enjoy your long weekend, Canucks!
So last night hubster and I went with my Mom and his Mom to go check out baby furniture. I have to say - it was a bit overwhelming at first.
I think that's because we went to Sears - Land of Disorganization. Have you been there? It kind of took the fun out of the shopping experience for me. Things were jumbled up everywhere. There were only a few cribs on display. The one glider/rocking chair they had was filthy. Not exactly exciting for our first shopping expedition.
But then! Then we went to Babies R Us. That place KNOWS how to market to new Moms (and grandmas) let me tell you.
Everything was in order and in just the right place. All the cribs were gleaming and decorated beautifully with blankets and bumpers in soft greens and yellows and pinks and blues. The gliders were plush and soft and seemed to envelop you as soon as you sat in them.
It was baby shopping heaven.
So, Andrew took control (I couldn't decide, there were too many pretty things to look at!!) and picked out our crib and change table. He was all set to get our baby some furniture. We were there. And we were NOT going to leave empty handed.
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Editor's Note: I've been writing this blog all day and I waited too long to finish my thoughts. I've now hit the post-pizza-lunch-sleepies. So this post is ending in a less-than-well-written-way. My apologies! Enjoy your long weekend, Canucks!
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