Playing the little wifey role

Last night, hubster had to work late, unexpectedly. So, being the good wifey that I am, I decided to get dinner ready and have it waiting for my man when he walked in the door after a long day.

(I would have poured him a scotch and put on my face before he got home, too - but we had no scotch. And I just couldn't bring myself to carry out the little wife routine that far.)

Anyway. Yes, I also had a long day. But still! My man needs a wife at home who will cook for him occasionally. (Read: once a month... maybe.)

So, I prepared dinner, cleaned the kitchen, loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and waited for hubby to walk through the door.

Then I remembered that I had the car that day. So, AGAIN being the good wifey that I am, I called him and told him to let me know when he was done work so I could come and pick him up.

After picking him up, SERVING HIM DINNER and then cleaning everything up afterwards... I decided that I should bake my man some fresh blueberry muffins.

So I did.

And then I checked my pulse, looked at myself in the mirror to see if it was still me and wondered where the hell Hez had gone and when she was coming back.

Needless to say, hubster enjoyed his evening.

25 week update

So... yeah.

Remember when I wrote about how I let comments like "you're big for how far along you are" kind of get me down a bit?

Well.

Allow me to present exhibit A:

Holy crap, I AM big!! "As big as a house" as my dear old Dad put it.

This is me at 25 weeks. Giant belly and all. Of course I'm fine with being big. I've got a baby growing in there, so I know it's all normal and natural. I'm just a little shocked because I don't really see myself this way when I look in the mirror.

Anyway. Wake up call. I will no longer gripe about how I think I'm not THAT big, because clearly? I am.

Again... I'm fine with it. I welcome it. I love being preggers. I'm not saying I don't want to be this way at all. I'm just surprised. (And I'm sure many of you can understand why I find it surprising. I mean, it's not a common occurrence to wake up larger and larger with each passing week. This is a first for me, peeps. Just getting used to it. That's all.)

So - here are a few 25-week stats for y'all:

How far along: 25 weeks, 2 days.

Symptoms: Feeling pretty good! Still have a bit of the acid reflux... but other than that, I can't complain much.

Weight gain: 19.5 lbs. Or... it was 19.5 lbs. 2 weeks ago. I'm sure that's changed, what with Halloween, Andrew's birthday (cake!) and my brother's birthday (more cake!) all occurring in the past 2 weeks.

Current food descriptor for baby: Eggplant. I'll say that again for emphasis: Eggplant. (That's big, yo!)

Movement: LOTS! Andrew felt another few kicks last night. (Finally.) Seems baby likes to show off her skills for Daddy on Sunday nights.

That's about it. My giant belly and I are off to go get our mid-morning snack on.

Cold... part 1?

I'm documenting right here and now that I feel like poo today.

I want to keep a record to see how many times I actually get sick over the winter season while pregnant this year. I'm hoping to God, Allah, Jebus and anyone else listening up there, that I don't get super-sick all season.

Symptoms this time around include:

1. Sore throat (Started earlier in the week and went away. So I'm actually not suffering from it right now).
2. Headache.
3. Stuffed up AND runny nose.
4. Groggy feeling overall.

I have a feeling that all I need is some rest. Hoping that this weekend provides me with much opportunity for it.

Anywho - the "feeling like poo" count begins. Wish me luck that this is short-lived.

I wish I knew how to quit you

So – my great dilemma of the day: How do I break up with my cleaning lady?

(Oh god, I am SUCH a snotty white girl.)

Seriously though. When baby gets here, hubster and I are going to be tightening up our budget in many ways. Not commuting downtown on the expensive GO transit system and subway will help.

(Not being a sucker for Christmas at Starbucks will also help. Today is the third day in a row I've gone by to treat myself to an expensive beverage, mostly because I love their Christmas cups.)

Anyway. So we've decided that it would be ridiculous to continue to pay someone to come clean our house every 2 or 3 weeks, when I'm fully capable of doing it myself. (We also won't really have any spare cash floating around since I'll be on E.I. and broke and all).

The only reason we have a cleaning person now is because we're both busy with our full time jobs and regular errands and house stuff and so on, that when the weekend rolls around, we either have very little time to do it ourselves, or we're just too exhausted to do a proper job from top-to-bottom.

Enough rationalizing though.

Now, how do I break it off in a nice, polite way? Sure it sounds like it's easy enough. Just say "I'm going to be home on maternity leave, so we'll be doing our own cleaning". Simple.

But for some reason I'm terrified of sounding like some snobby, privileged 30 year-old to my 60-something cleaning lady. I don't want to be all "We'll no longer be needing you dah-ling... but thank you for your service thus far. Please be a dear and see yourself out, m'kay?"

I think too much. I know.

Anyway. I'm sure I'll come up with something polite to say and say it at the right time. But in the meantime, I'll be Classic Hez and will be festering over what she'll think of me, how I'll come across and whether or not she likes me.

Ah, paranoia. It suits me so well, no?

Zzzzz......(again)

I'm starting to feel very tired in the evenings. And I'm only 24 weeks along.

This makes me nervous for the next 16 weeks of gestation. (16 weeks! Gah!)

(Mamas who remember being 24 weeks pregnant - help me! Tell me it'll all be okay! Lie to me if you need to!)

Personally, I think it's the whole working thing. Getting up every day to get showered, dressed, commute, spend 8 busy hours at the office before commuting home, having dinner, getting lunch ready for the next day, and whatever else is going on... well - it's suddenly very tiring.

Of course, I may just need a good jog to get my energy going again. (I haven't gotten any exercise at all since Sunday. And even then - it was very little. My body is mad at my laziness of late, I suspect.)

So, I'm off tonight for a little jog/walk with my Running Room group. Hopefully that'll cure what ails me.

Or... It'll completely knock me out.

A swift kick in the noggin'

We think hubster got kicked in the ear last night.

Here's why.

I went to bed to read for a little bit before going to sleep while Andrew was downstairs finishing up some stuff around the house.

Somehow, Arwen the cat (who has "somebody's in bed!" radar) knew to immediately crawl on top of me at that moment and beg for love and affection. So, as she was sitting on my tummy, nudging my hand to rub the side of her face (I could no longer read, as Princess Arwen would have none of that), I felt the baby move. Like... really move.

It was the first real, true, undeniable 'kick' I've felt. I've definitely experienced lots of movement up until now. But this felt like a real little foot or leg or arm actually nudging me!

My eyes went wide as I stared at Arwen. "Did you feel that?!?!" I asked.

Arwen just stared at me and purred into my face.

So I called Andrew to come upstairs, hoping he could feel something.

"The baby moved! Like a BIG kick!" I exclaimed.

"Cool. Maybe I'll feel her this time," Andrew smiled as he rested his hand on my tummy. (Arwen had long since left, clearly annoyed by the fact that I raised my voice in her presence).

After feeling no movement for a little while, we decided Andrew should put his head on my stomach to see what he could hear in there.

And that's when it happened.

"Did you just move your jaw?" I asked.

"No. Did you just move or stretch or something?" he asked me.

"No... That wasn't me."

"Well, if it wasn't you and it wasn't me... I think I just got a little kick to the side of the head."

Then we spent the next 5 minutes grinning at each other goofily.

Things that make me feel better:

1. The weekend.
2. Going to a cute cafe with a good friend for a giant hot chocolate to catch up.
3. Getting a facial at a spa.
4. Spending time with the hubster and good friends.
5. Going for a short run in crisp weather.
6. Lazy Sundays.
7. All of my amazing family and friends who make everything in life wonderful.

Thanks guys. :)