I am totally in need of love today.
And chocolate.
Anything that makes me feel happy and comforted, really.
Had a horrid day yesterday. My emotions ranged from content to upset, to angry, then bothered, uncertain, sad, agitated and even meh.
Sometimes I just feel like I can't do right. I try. I really do. But something I do makes one person unhappy. Another person takes what I'm saying the wrong way. Things are disorganized, and when I try to help organize, I'm told not to get "all worked up".
It's just sucky.
Recently, there have been people who tell me I'm looking "big" for how far along I am in my pregnancy. News to me. I thought I was normal. Someone told me they should lend me their fat jeans, because the thighs are bigger, just like mine are. Someone smirked at me while telling me to calm down. My husband agreed with me when I said maybe I needed to be more positive. (Sometimes you just want them to say the "right" thing, you know?)
Anyway - woe is me, blah, blah, blah.
I know I really shouldn't be complaining. But it just seems that every once in a while, I can't help but be human and let the little things all pile up and get me down.
Which is why I need chocolate today. Mass quantities of it, please.
And yes, I know I'm an emotional eater. But just for today? It's okay.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Me stuff
Has anybody else noticed how BAD I've been with the posting lately? Sorry 'bout that.
So. Things that are new with me: My belly is getting very big, I have to take the glucose test soon (to see if I'll likely get Gestational Diabetes while pregnant), Andrew's birthday is on Monday, we're going to our old University town this weekend to hit up our favourite wings and beer pub to celebrate Andrew turning another year older, we're still working on getting the nursery done-ish in time for my baby shower, I'm finding myself more and more tired lately, and... we've already accumulated two pink outfits from the grandparents since telling them that we're having a girl.
Phew.
Oh. And I have an appointment at a spa for a facial this Saturday. Which I've been looking forward to for 3 long weeks now. Waiting for this facial has been almost as excruciating as waiting to find out if we're having a boy or a girl. (Okay, not quite. But still. I wants me this facial!)
That's it. That's all. Or, that's all I can think of right now.
Enough about me. How are you lovely folks doing?
So. Things that are new with me: My belly is getting very big, I have to take the glucose test soon (to see if I'll likely get Gestational Diabetes while pregnant), Andrew's birthday is on Monday, we're going to our old University town this weekend to hit up our favourite wings and beer pub to celebrate Andrew turning another year older, we're still working on getting the nursery done-ish in time for my baby shower, I'm finding myself more and more tired lately, and... we've already accumulated two pink outfits from the grandparents since telling them that we're having a girl.
Phew.
Oh. And I have an appointment at a spa for a facial this Saturday. Which I've been looking forward to for 3 long weeks now. Waiting for this facial has been almost as excruciating as waiting to find out if we're having a boy or a girl. (Okay, not quite. But still. I wants me this facial!)
That's it. That's all. Or, that's all I can think of right now.
Enough about me. How are you lovely folks doing?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Baby showed us the goods
After a brief hiatus, I have some news for all my lovely blog followers.IT'S A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hubster and I found out yesterday morning that we're having a wee baby girl.
I could not be more excited. (And neither could my Mom, who promptly came over to see me with a pink fuzzy baby hat as a gift).
It's getting so much more REAL every day.
Welcome to the family, little girl.
Friday, October 23, 2009
It's fall. And Friday. Double woo.
Andrew's parents called him to congratulate him on being "so smooth" after reading my last blog. I guess they didn't see the part where I got him a gift, too. The sun only shines out of his arse, I see!! I wonder if this is how I'll be with my kids?
Anyway, moving on!
Today's a crap-tastic day. Rainy and windy and chilly... oh my! However, I walked to the train station this morning and couldn't help but feel really content. I was, after all, walking through a pretty pathway covered with fall leaves.
Even with a bit of rain, how can you NOT appreciate the reds and yellows and golds swishing around your feet and decorating the air around you? How, I ask you!?
So... yeah. That's about it with me. Excited it's Friday. Ready for the weekend to start. Looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning.
I lead an exciting life, y'all.
Wish I had more to blather on about. Hope this holds you over on the "All Things Hezzie" front until Monday.
Enjoy the weekend!
Anyway, moving on!
Today's a crap-tastic day. Rainy and windy and chilly... oh my! However, I walked to the train station this morning and couldn't help but feel really content. I was, after all, walking through a pretty pathway covered with fall leaves.
Even with a bit of rain, how can you NOT appreciate the reds and yellows and golds swishing around your feet and decorating the air around you? How, I ask you!?
So... yeah. That's about it with me. Excited it's Friday. Ready for the weekend to start. Looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning.
I lead an exciting life, y'all.
Wish I had more to blather on about. Hope this holds you over on the "All Things Hezzie" front until Monday.
Enjoy the weekend!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Happy anniversary, Hun
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.
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.
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'.)
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