Woo! Friday!

In the "News You Need" camp... I only woke up ONCE last night to go pee. Woo hoo! That means I slept pretty darn well all through the night, rather than being interrupted about 5 to 6 times. Gotta celebrate the little things, people.

Other than that, I'm pretty excited for the long weekend. Off to a cottage with Andrew and my folks for some pure relaxation... bliss.

Enjoy your weekend everyone.

Hez
PS: This won't happen often (the pee talk). I promise. I know you have better things to do with your day than read about my bladder. But really? It's the start of a long weekend. It's all I can think about!

My little kumquat and my big boobies

Baby Kumquat says hello!

(And by "hello", I mean "braaaaaap! bleeeeeeeee! zooooooooorp! frummmmmmmmp!" ) These would be the sounds my stomach has been making all day today. Pleasant, yes? It's quite fun trying to hide those noises whilst in a client meeting.

Anywho. So, I'm back in real-time. I've "outed" myself on my blog. Most of the family, friends and co-workers know that I've gone and gotten myself knocked up. And I am just THRILLED that the news is out there. It's just too good to keep quiet.

Things that are new with me:

• My boobs are huge. I'm loving it. (Mom, Dad, Chris and Kathy (mother in law), please avert your eyes right now...) Andrew's also loving it! Hubba hubba.
• At the end of the day, my tummy looks like it's 5 months along. But really, it's just filled with food and gas. (DEAD sexy.)
• I have a meeting with a midwife next week. Woo! Can't wait to see what that's all about.
• I have no interest in reading What to Expect When You're Expecting, or other pregnancy books. Is that shamefully bad?? I feel like my weekly email updates are enough to fill me in on what's new and what I should be doing and all that.
• Grilled chicken breast is still vile, in my opinion. Vile. Vile. Vile.
• Other than evil chicken, I have my appetite back. Big time. (Yay!)
• I'm starting to "exercise" again (I use the term loosely because really, I'm doing some light yoga and walking. But still. I'm moving my arse... that counts.)

That's about it for now. Baby Kumquat and I say enjoy your night! I'm off to go for a walk and promptly fall asleep.

Please don't call after 8:30 or 9pm, as I will most certainly be in bed.

Today in the the Pregnant Chronicles...

Crazy morning so far - but I have a few more posts to update you on, then we're back in real-time.

Enjoy!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

So. The morning sickness has subsided mostly. It just rears its ugly head when I first get up now – and again before I eat my lunch. After that, I’m pretty much golden.

Can I get a Hallelujah!?

Oh, and the abdomen and back cramping/pain has pretty much gone, too. And since I felt it was going away, I thought it was safe to exercise again.

So, last night I ventured out for a very slow 4k jog. Nice and short. Nice and slow. Took an extra walk break. Even walked up the giant hill at the end. Eased into the whole running thing again very well, I thought.

Until I got home and felt like I had just run a half marathon again. MY GOODNESS I was exhausted! I struggled into bed about an hour after getting home from the jog. And, I kid you not, it was the BEST feeling in the entire world.

I could have been resting on a bed of feathers with a million-zillion thread-count sheets enveloping me into a nice, cozy bundle. That is just how good it felt to lie down.

So. The morning sickness may have subsided. But this new, wonderful thing I call COMPLETE AND UTTER EXHAUSTION seems to have moved in and taken up residence.

Ah, the joys of pregnancy.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. But honestly – not a whole lot has been happening. I guess there’s a whole lot of waiting involved in the pregnancy thing.

Last Friday, I had my first doctor appointment. Standard stuff… He checked my weight, I peed in a cup, had a physical done, (couldn’t help giggling like a school girl when he knocked on my knees to check my reflexes… my reflexes are very good! And apparently very amusing to me).

Anyway, then I gave about 4 million vials of blood and that was it. He gave me tons of paperwork so I could set up my first ultrasound (August 11th. WOO!) Then I went on my merry way.

I think I’m supposed to go back to see him in 4 weeks, but that wasn’t very clear. What is very clear is I have absolutely NO idea what I’m doing. (And my doc hasn’t exactly guided me along the way).

He didn’t mention a thing about food I’m supposed to eat. (Other than asking if I consume a fair amount of milk, cheese and yogurt). He didn’t tell me what to avoid. He didn’t tell me anything about exercise. Or sleep. Although, he did tell me about weight gain. How much is too much. How much is just right. (Both are scary numbers).

Anyway… thank goodness for the Internet. I’m getting weekly updates from babycenter.com. (Which is how I know that my baby is now the size of an olive, by the way. Hello little olive! How are you doing in there? Feeling good? Oh good, glad to hear it, olive.) (**Edited to add** Now that's it's actually July 27th, baby has graduated to the size of a kumquat. Not quite the same ring to it as "little olive"...but still. It's my little kumquat.)

Thank goodness I have an appointment to meet with a midwife coming up. I have a feeling they may be a bit more personal than my doctor (who really is a nice man… but all “business” at the end of the day).

I’ll let you know how that goes.

In the meantime... any guesses on whether I'm having a boy or a girl? I've been asked by a few people if I have any idea. Nothing yet. I guess I'm still thinking of it as a gender-neutral olive.

Such a cute little gender-neutral olive.

And then... I felt poopy

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Back in the day (4 weeks ago), when I would think about being pregnant – I’m not quite sure what I imagined it would be like, exactly. But as soon as I peed on that stick and found out that I was pregnant, and then didn’t feel a lick of sickness that whole week, I was sure, absolutely SURE, that I would be one of those women who glowed during pregnancy.

To which I now say: HA. And also, HA!

Since the last entry, there has been much unhappiness and drama and general blah-ness. Let me summarize for you:

• It took me 40 minutes to eat a banana for breakfast one morning. I have been GROSSLY sick with morning sickness. No, I am not puking. But I feel like I might throughout the day. Fun.
• I have suddenly lost my appetite. (Me!! The girl who has more than one blog post titled “Food, glorious food.” This is just wrong.)
• Something might sound okay to me to eat, but once I attempt to choke it down, I can only manage 1-2 bites max. Then I’m completely done and don’t even want the smell of said food to linger.
• As a result, I’m not eating much.
• As a result, I’m feeling kinda sickly all day.
• I suddenly have bizarre food aversions. Grilled chicken breast? The most vile food on the planet – don’t even come NEAR me with that. Cereal? Sickening. Any type of meat in slab form? Urp. Tea? Ew. Gingerale? Yuck. Crackers (now that I’ve overdosed on them)? Can NOT choke them down.
• Pizza is my new friend. Had the frozen-style pizza for dinner more times than I care to admit.
• Also, Andrew made me a pasta salad last weekend and it turned out to be the only thing I could stomach.
• Ate it for the next 4 days.
• Still had to close the window when the neighbours were barbecuing though – oh, the smells. Ugh.
• Despite my inability to eat anything – my pants don’t do up comfortably. My stomach is more bloated than it’s ever been before, and I’ve resorted to the elastic band around the button and through the button-hole trick. It’s the only way I can wear my jeans day in and day out.

So, in summation: I haven’t been able to eat anything. I’ve been weak and sickly and never want to go anywhere farther than my couch for fear of a wave of nausea coming over me. Also, I carry a plastic bag with me everywhere I go. Yet, my tummy is still hugely bloated somehow.

Which is a nice segue to the “drama” part of my story. (The tummy is the segue. Though I wish it wasn’t.)

Last Friday night, I went to bed exhausted at around 9:30pm. (Wheeee!! Am party animal!) I woke up at 10:30pm with The. Most. Excruciating. Pain. Ever. It was in my abdomen and lower back. I had been having some cramping/mild pain ever since I took the home test, which is apparently par for the course during your first trimester of pregnancy. As long as there’s no spotting or bleeding, you’re all good.

I had no spotting or bleeding when I woke up that night. But I also couldn’t believe how intense the pain was.

Andrew said I went pale, I was sweating and he was quite nervous. I remember looking up at him and saying “this isn’t going to end well”. I was terrified.

After running out to get me some pregnancy-safe Tylenol, Andrew asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I said no, because I wasn’t spotting. But he wasn’t too sold on the fact that I was okay. So, he called TeleHealth – an organization that always errs on the side of caution.

So – I wasn’t all that surprised when they sent an ambulance to our house that whisked me off to the hospital. Got there at midnight. Got home at 7am the next day. (Ugh.) A few blood tests, a urine test and another test (of the delicate sort) later – and I was told that everything seems okay. However, they wanted me to go get an ultrasound on Monday morning just to be sure.

I spent the rest of the weekend feeling relieved that nothing seemed to be wrong, but also sorry for myself that I was in so much pain and couldn’t resolve it. If this was going to be what the next 6 weeks or so were going to be like, I wasn’t 100% sure that I was going to like this pregnancy gig.

Anyway – to make an epic blog post somewhat less than epic – I had the ultrasound. My 3mm baby is fine. There was a heartbeat. The pain is probably just the uterus stretching and the baby implanting itself in there nice and firm. (Ew. Kinda sounds gross).

Since then, at least once every single night the baby wakes me up again in the form of horrendous abdomen and lower back pain. Just as a reminder that he (or she) is still there. You know – in case the morning sickness wasn’t enough of a reminder.

**Edited to add** (This was back on July 2nd... I've been feeling MUCH better for a while now. Posts in real-time to come soon!)

Jolly ranchers... who knew?

For those just joining me, let me catch you up on a few important pieces of info:

1. I'm pregnant.

2. I'M PREGNANT!!!!!! (Sorry. Had to emphasize the fact).

3. I kept a few blog entries that weren't posted back when I knew I was pregnant but couldn't share the news with the world yet.

This is the third installment (the first and the second are here)... Anywho. This would be when things started to go a little bit less than all sunshine and lollipops (like I had experienced in the first week of knowing I was pregnant). Ah, memories.


Tuesday June 23, 2009

I knew I shouldn’t be talking about it. I just knew.

But I did.

I got slightly cocky and decided to say out loud that I wasn’t experiencing the dreaded morning sickness yet, and maybe I wouldn’t at all.

And then came today.

Actually, now that I read that little intro back, it’s really not as ominous as I made it sound. I started feeling somewhat sickly this morning, even after eating breakfast. Then, by around 10am, I was in a meeting with a coworker and was sure I was about to toss my cookies in front of her. So I mumbled something about my snack and dashed off to the kitchen to grab my yogurt and apple.

Lovely, lovely yogurt and apple. (It seemed to do the trick.)

Until 2 hours later, when I started feeling close to up-chucking status again. Which, ew. Not fun. So, I dashed off to the kitchen and scarfed down my healthy and hefty lunch. (It was home made butter chicken… and a lot of it. Hence the “healthy” and “hefty” adjectives).

Anyway, it’s been about 3 and a half hours and I’m still feeling good. (Knock on wood, for the love of pete, knock on wood!) So perhaps the whole nauseous thing was just a passing fad. Fingers crossed, anyway.

Other than that, (I know I shouldn’t be typing this right now), I haven’t had too many pregnancy symptoms. Just a bit bloated and gassy. (Mmm… sexy.) The books all tell me it’s too early yet to be feeling much. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe I am Superwoman, immune to all negative first trimester side effects.

Stay tuned to find out. (DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!)


Friday, June 26, 2009

Am not Superwoman. Not immune to all negative first trimester side effects.

Ugh.

I’ve been suffering through the evil Morning Sickness this week. And I’ve been testing out many different things to see what works best at keeping the pukey feeling at bay.

This was yesterday’s menu:

Banana, 1 spoonful of multi-grain cheerios (then realized they will not go down my throat at any cost, they’re suddenly like poison apparently), apple slices, wheat thins, strawberry slices, crackers, more crackers, english muffin with peanut butter, jolly rancher, more crackers, jolly rancher, 3 digestive cookies, crackers and 2 more jolly ranchers.

I didn’t end up eating anything that resembled a “meal” in the traditional sense whatsoever.

I’m not hungry AT ALL, but when nauseous, apparently eating helps. So I’ve been stuffing my face, as you can see. Unfortunately, none of those things worked all that well, except for the jolly ranchers, surprisingly.

**Edited to add: MY GOODNESS do jolly ranchers grow tiring. Can’t stand the after taste anymore.

So you've gone and got yourself knocked up...

Post the second! Enjoy.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

So, yesterday morning I went to the doctor’s office to get the “official” blood test. That would be the blood test that indeed confirms that I’m pregnant.

Obviously, I was sure that the test was just a formality, as I saw those very bright lines on my home test. But getting the call this morning from a nurse who said “Congratulations! The test came back positive” was an awesome feeling, nonetheless.

My first appointment is a prenatal one (where they do the physical and take more blood and all that) – and it’s been scheduled for July 10th. So I’ll be about 7-8 weeks, if all goes well.

VERY. EXCITING.

More in the exciting front: I spoke with a midwife on the phone yesterday to put my name on a waiting list, as per Cheryl’s advice. She said they’d give me a call in a couple of weeks to let me know if they’ll be able to accommodate me. If not – I can still be on a waiting list.

Reasons why I’m interested in a midwife:

• They’re official: Registered Midwives are primary care providers and they offer all the services your doctor will


• But they also offer you the care you need throughout pregnancy – and then for 6 weeks after you give birth! (Hello! Yes, please!)


• Plus, with your midwife, you’ll develop a relationship. They’re available 24 hours a day, seven days a week. (Oh, the neurotic questions they must deal with).

Anyway, so it sounds appealing to me. And the REALLY exciting stuff is that I’ve got an estimated due date.

February 20, 2010.

It’s real all of the sudden.


Monday, June 22, 2009

Saturday was my Mom’s birthday. So I decided that I absolutely could not wait any longer to tell her. Which is why I went out and bought her a birthday card that said: “Happy Birthday Grandma!” on the outside. And inside, wrote “See you in February!”

I was super excited for her to read it. Watched in anticipation as she opened it up. And then saw that she didn’t quite get it. (She later told me she did get it, but didn’t want to get her hopes up just in case she was wrong).

But – OH MY – when she finally got it! Look the hell out. She went crazy. Like crazier than I have ever, ever seen her go. She jumped up and down. She screamed “you’re pregnant!!!” She started crying.

Of course, right before that Hallmark moment, my Dad decided to step out of the house and go to the car where he was hiding his birthday present for my Mom. So he missed the whole scene. (It’s okay though. He was quickly brought up to speed when he saw the card).

My brother seemed a bit frightened by Mumsie’s reaction. But then quickly showed how happy he was for us. So, all in all, it was a pretty cool experience.

The family’s ready for you, baby. And excited as hell.

I’d say she’s happy, would you?

This just in...

I've waited long enough. (In my opinion).

This news is too good not to share.

So. Here goes....

I'm going to be a Mommy.

(Breathes a sigh of relief at FINALLY being able to share the good news). Yep. I'm 9 weeks pregnant! So, in February 2010, there's going to be a baby Andrew/Hez entering the world.

I'm beyond excited. A little freaked out. But mostly ecstatic at the thought of having my own squishy little mini-me and Andrew. (I'm sorry, but - cute much?? Andrew and I were both ADORABLE babies, if I do say so myself).

Ever since I did the home pregnancy test and found out, I've kept a few entries about how I'm feeling and what was going on - in a word doc. Which, I will share with you now, giving you a first-class ticket to inside my pregnant mind. You lucky Internet, you!!

Here are the first two entries I wrote... stay tuned for more tomorrow...

Friday, June 12, 2009

Oh. Mah. Goodnes. The waiting game? T’is a difficult thing. If good ol’ Aunt Flo is as regular as it has been over the past few months, it should arrive tomorrow or Sunday. If it doesn’t… (PLEASE let it NOT arrive), I’ll be testing Monday morning. I won’t be able to hold off any longer than that.

I honestly have every appendage that I can cross, crossed. I really want it to work out this month for us. Because if it doesn’t? Going through the whole waiting process a THIRD time might just kill me.

I’m such a drama queen.


Monday, June 15, 2009

There’s nothing else to say right now but this:

I. AM. PREGNANT.
(That looks so weird in print.)

So, I’m going to be a Mom.

It’s true. I peed on a stick this morning, not expecting much. I was hopeful, I guess. But also sleepy and not overwhelmingly excited at the pee-on-a-stick thing. (I think I must have been remembering last time around when it didn’t work for us in April/May. I peed on a stick one morning, got a negative, then got my period the next day. Boo.)

So today, when I wandered back into the bathroom after 3 minutes and found a VERY bright pair of pink lines (indicating that yes, I am very much preggers), I was pretty shocked. And pretty stoked. And pretty thrilled.

And now – I can’t wait to tell my Mom.

Oh yeah… Classic Heather moment: I hustled off to the bookstore today and immediately bought “The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy” to go along with the classic lent to me by my friend, Kim: “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” I’m a-gunna be a well read pregnant lady!

Oh – and another crazy thing – my friend Cheryl randomly emailed me out of the blue today to follow up with me on a short, little conversation we had about a month ago. That conversation? Was about midwives. Her email? Said this:

“If and when you want the midwife service, you should call them to be put on their waiting list the first day you ‘pee on the stick and get the + sign” vs. waiting for the blood test from your doctor.”

That’s freaky, yo. It took everything I had in me to not email her back exclaiming: HOW DID YOU KNOW?? I’M PREGNANT, CHERYL! PREGNANT! YOUR EMAIL IS SO TIMELY!

I restrained myself. But 7-8 more weeks of this restraint is going to be hard.

Sunny days...

I think it's finally, FINALLY going to feel like summer this week.

Can I get a "Woo hoo!"??

The weather is calling for sun all week and nice, warm temperatures. My summer fluff books that I ordered online should be delivered soon. All I need now is a cool beverage and a backyard patio to sit out on.

(This work thing sure can get in the way of my summer enjoyment. Bah.)

Anywho - had another great weekend. Went to see Harry Potter with my brother and Dad (Andrew refused to see it with me. The fool.) Saw some friends at a 30th birthday party. Went on a hike with our best friends and their little ankle biters. Had breakfast at my favourite greasy spoon (also had a lengthy discussion about how atrocious it is that Sesame Street has changed the Cookie Monster to Nutrition Monster or something similar. Wrong! So wrong!) And then took a 2 hour nap on Sunday afternoon.

Life is good.

Flaunt it if you've got it. (Except after age 30).

I'm really and truly honestly all about women being proud of their bodies. No matter what size, what type of figure you've got or what age you are - I say: be proud, ladies! We're all different. It's what makes the world an interesting place.

Now. That being said, I feel I can carry on with my daily rant.

Yes. Loving your body is wonderful. But you know what else is wonderful? Age-appropriate clothing.

I discovered the need to express this thought while leaving my local grocery store last night. I was walking out to the car, when I saw the back of a very thin, older woman. I would guess she was in her late 60s. (However, you could tell by her skin and her hair that she was a smoker and might actually have been younger than that. Needless to say - she looked old.)

And I probably wouldn't even have noticed her white top and light denim jeans - if it hadn't been for the giant gap between where the top ended and the jeans started.

That's right. She was sporting a belly top. And below that belly top, in that no man's land, my eyes were met with one of THE most wrinkly bare backs I have ever seen. And, as I said, this lady was thin. So it wasn't fat rolls she was sporting. It was old rolls.

Oh, and also? She was so tanned (not nice tan, more like George Hamilton tan), which I'm sure contributed to the array of wrinkles stretching across her back. And somehow, SOMEHOW, she thought that a belly top would be the appropriate thing for her to wear to the grocery store when she got dressed that day.

Ladies, ladies, ladies... at some point in our lives, we have to realize that even though we love our bodies and think of ourselves as sexy, clothing that's meant for eighteen year-olds (or strippers) does NOT look good on us anymore.

Once you're over 30, the tube tops and the belly tops and the shortie shorts just don't you any justice. Seriously. I'm not being mean here. I'm just being honest.

Think about it. Do you want to be sporting a tanned, wrinkly smoker's back when you're in your 60s just because you "can" (because you're thin enough)? Or do you want to wear something that flatters your thin body?

Anyway. That's my daily rant. Agree or disagree with me... I leave that up to you. But you must promise me this: if you EVER see me wearing something that makes you think I'm desperately trying to recapture my youth (or something that screams COUGAR ALERT!!!), please, please, please tell me to go home and change immediately.

My goodness - where were Wrinkly Back Lady's friends in her time of need?

Is this thing on?

Testing... testing... Does my blog still work?

I know it hasn't exactly been "exciting" lately... but I seem to have lost even my regular commenters. Come back, regulars! Have I lost you forever? Have I bored you into hiding??

My apologies if this is true. And, if anybody is still reading - thank you! I will repay you for your patronage by writing a post about Splash Pads today.

Okay - really. Have you ever been to a Splash Pad? Do you know what a Splash Pad is? If not, let me fill you in on the absolute and utter awesomeness that is: The Splash Pad.

Last weekend, Andrew and I met up with our best friends Kim and Charlie to go to a park with their 3 year-old and 3 month old sons. (This was mostly for the benefit of the 3 year-old. The 3 month old showed his excitement by sleeping through it all).

Anyway. So they took us to a place that they've frequented many, many times over the summer. Kim had mentioned the Splash Pad to me before. I assumed we'd go to the park and off to one side on the lawn would be a few sprinklers that kids could run through.

Wrong.

This thing was THE coolest free park attraction I had seen since in a looong time. I was instantly jealous that there was nothing this fascinating around when I was a kid.

There were fountains! And spray gun type things! And a big barrel of water that came splashing down on you if you stood underneath! There was different sections and areas! And a jaunty castle motif! I was entranced.

Of course, I left the running around and squealing up to Liam (the 3 year-old). I thought that if people saw a 30 year-old prancing gaily through the water, it might freak them out.

But man, was this thing cool.

And to think - when I was a kid, the most exciting water toy was a thin sheet of plastic that was hooked up to a hose.

Launching yourself down the front lawn had absolutely nothing on the Splash Pad.

It really wasn't as cool as this kid makes it out to be.

Friday night in the park

Friday night, hubster and I decided to go for dinner and a movie - with a little twist. After a yummy dinner of a philly cheese steak sandwich and suicide chicken wings (this is not the twist part), we headed out to a "Movie in the Park". (That would be the twist).

The local rotary club in the little village-like area where we live sets up a giant, inflatable movie screen every Friday night in the summer and shows a cute, family-fun movie. Of course, being kid-like ourselves, Andrew and I love those kind of flicks. And this past Friday, they were showing Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa. (Which we hadn't seen yet! Woo!)

So, off we went - with our lawn chairs, a blanket and bags full of chocolate treats to snack on during the film.

When we arrived, we quickly discovered that we were the only couple under the age of 80 who wasn't there with at least one child in tow.

Yes. There were eight ga-gillion little kids running around with their parents sitting close by. There were a few grey-haired couples who appeared to have come by themselves. And then there was Andrew and I.

In our early 30s. No kids with us. Snacks and lawn chairs and a blanket to cozy up under. All bright and cheerful in anticipation of a FREE movie outside on a summer evening.

As we sat there taking inventory of the different types of pj's the kids were running around in (princess, Cars, racing pj's), we couldn't help but not care at all that we were the odd couple out.

The fact is, we were out. In the fresh air. Having a great time together on a weekend summer evening. And whether you've got a bunch of kids you're trying to keep your eye on, or you're 80 or 30 years-old, that's a pretty sweet thing.

Update

I was looking back at a few old posts (yes, I have completely run out of good blogging topics and therefore must resort to reading old posts to get ideas. It's like the sitcom clip show of blogs here, folks.)

Anyway, so here's a little update on some of the things I've written in the past.

This would be the nice long post where I convince myself that I'm going to let our cleaning lady go and start doing all the serious house work myself. UPDATE: The cleaning lady is at our house right now, as I type this. Still doing her half-assed job, taking our money and chuckling to herself all the way to the bank. I have such strong convictions.

This one here is the post in which I discuss the atrocity that is the Twilight series of books. I mention how bad the books are! How I refuse to get in line with the rest of the world and enjoy the stories! How they are vile and evil and not teaching young women anything worthwhile! UPDATE: I'm currently on page 523 of the last book in the series. (In my defense, I was talked into reading it once again... AND I had already invested time into the 3 previous books, I might as well just figure out how it all ends).
UPDATE: It's bad. So very bad.

Finally, this one is the blog about towels and this one is the blog about someone stealing my milk. UPDATE: No real update here. Just kind of can't believe I wrote 2 whole separate blog entries about towels and milk. And I can't believe that people read them. SUCKAHS!!!

Today's breakfast...

...was a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk.

And - OMG - it was delicious. The kind of delicious that reminds you of your youth.

It's like I was 10 years old again. You know - not caring how much peanut butter was getting smeared on my cheeks as I indulged in the melty goodness that is pb on a hot piece of toast.

Sometimes it's just the littlest things that remind you of being young. And how fun and easy it was at times. No big decisions. No serious worries. No thoughts of "how many calories is this" as you stuff your face.

Just pure, unadulterated enjoyment in life.

We should all be so lucky to get to indulge in a little pb and j every once in a while.

I stayed in bed all day. What did you do?

The weekend? She was gorgeous, friends.

Sun was shining. There was a nice, light breeze. It wasn't 400 degrees, feeling like 500 with the humidity. T'was perfect!

Of course, I only got to take full advantage of Saturday, as much of my Sunday was spent in bed. Saturday night we went to a friend's wedding and got home and into bed at 2am. Not usually the end of the world for me. However, for some reason, it COMPLETELY knocked me out this time around.

I got up at 9am Sunday morning. Had a little cereal. Watched a little TV. Then realized that I had to drag my ass back to bed at 11am or I was going to perish from exhaustion right then and there.

So from about 11am until 1pm, I slept. After that, I woke up and spent from around 1pm until 4pm in bed reading.

I had a full-on relaxing, vegging, lazing about day.

And even though it was beautiful out? I enjoyed every second of my bed.

Ah, Sundays. How I love them so.

Arwen the cat says: "Stop yer yappin'. I'm sleepin' over here."

Friday

Sometimes when I watch TV, there's this commercial that comes on over and over again for some community calendar thing. And right before they announce all the ever-so-exciting events, they play this little song. And that little song gets stuck in my head every single, frickin', frackin' time I hear it.

This is all there is to it:

"To-day (pause, pause)
Is a good day!"

That's been playing in my head for the past 9 hours.

Oh, the irony.

What day is it again?

Happy (belated) Canada Day all!

Having a Wednesday off completely threw my schedule for a loop... I was certain it was Sunday all day yesterday. So, it's pretty nice coming back to work on what feels like a Monday, to realize I only have to make it through two more days before enjoying the weekend again.

Hurrah!

This weekend's festivities: yet another wedding. I think almost all of our friends are married off now. Honestly... Andrew and I are going to be po' after this summer is over with all the weddings we're attending.

And for this one, Andrew's actually in this wedding. His boyfriend is getting married. (His hetero life partner, as I also like to refer to him). (Man friends. They're odd creatures at times.) Which means, in addition to the fun and merriment of weddings in general, I get the added pleasure of ogling the hubster, all done up nice in his sexy duds. Mmmm... hubster.

Anyway, so only 2 days to go. Then another wedding. Will be getting much sleep on Sunday hopefully. And many other lovely things associated with weekends.

Woo!