Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - 1 Day 'Til the Season Starts!

Go Riders Go! I love the CFL!

Monday, June 28, 2010

The Funeral - Our first family event while pregnant

I promise do my best not to drag you all down with this post. I can't blog about the funeral on my public blog as my family reads it.

A few of my aunt's last wishes were that any funeral service be "short and snappy". Unfortunately that did not happen! The funeral started at least 20 minutes late - she would have been livid! My cousin and his wife were delivering the eulogy. His wife is by far one of the nicest people on the planet and she spoke from the heart recounting stories of my aunt. My cousin on the other hand, spoke a lot about himself.

It will be hard to recount what he said for you to get the full effect. He went on for at least 30 minutes and mentioned Viagra at least twice (I'm sure I heard my aunt rolling over in her casket!). I'm sure that he was high. It wasn't all bad - he read the lyrics to the song "Why" by Rascal Flatts and it was 100% appropriate.

The funeral itself was over an hour and a half long (another turn in the casket). After that the family went to the cemetery for the burial. Then we returned to the church for a reception.

This was the first family event that we've attended since the pregnancy. Many asked us about it and we received a lot of "congratulations". I didn't want to make this time about us (although they said that my aunt was very happy for us), this was a time for her family.

This is where it gets really interesting. I have a great aunt who loves to stir the pot and cause trouble in the family. Thus far Hubby and I have been immune to her barbs and jabs. We decided that if the opportunity arose, we would do a little pot-stirring ourselves (I know, we're bad).

So Great Aunt C comes by to say congratulations to us during the reception. The first thing she asks us is "was this an accident?" (and so the jabs begin). We assured her that it definitely was not an accident. Then she starts to go on about what it means to be a parent and the lifetime commitment that it is so Hubby said "What? I thought that this was a 5 year commitment tops!" She didn't really know what to say to that so she went on about parenting, blah, blah, blah so I said "Actually, we've decided to have the baby live with the grandparents for the first 10 years". She was taken aback and said that my parents are retired and wouldn't want that commitment. So we replied that both sets of grandparents could take turns.

I know it's not nice to poke fun at an old lady, but if I know anything, it's that she is going to write a long letter to my grandma telling her about the day. (My grandparents weren't able to travel to attend the funeral). I did not want my Great Aunt C to focus on how my cousin was high on painkillers or how my uncle walked around in a fog, how the guests started to eat the snacks before the family returned from the cemetery, or even how the funeral started late. If Hubby and I have to be the topic of her next letter, then so be it. We're tough, we can handle it. Besides, I told my mom after and she thought it was very funny.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My Aunt

My aunt deserves a post all of her own. I will do my best to do her justice.

She was born in 1937. My grandpa went off to war when she was only 4 years old and was gone for nearly 5 years. In that time she learned the importance of hard work, sacrifice, and prudence. She lived in a 2 room house with no running water with my grandma. My grandma often had a friend or family member staying at the house who was attending school in town. Can you imagine how cramped they must have been?

Even so, my grandma managed to save a bit of money from every paycheque that was sent to hear by the army so that they were able to buy a house after the war.

I think that it was during these formative years that my aunt learned how to be independent.

She married young (at 21), and bucking the trend at the time, was not a housewife. She worked full time as a legal assistant. She told me on many occasions that a woman should always have her own money and her own bank account.

Though unable to have children of her own, she adopted 2 in the mid sixties (my older cousins). She was a strict parent, but I'm sure that she had to be. She had 2 kids and was working full time. This was in the days before microwaves and boil in bag meals, so she had to plan all her meals in advance. My grandma once told me that my aunt would put a roast in the oven in the morning and set the oven timer to cook it later in the day.

I think that she enjoyed working as she worked until she was 65 (thought she could have retired much sooner).

Her house was always spotless and she had a soft spot for stray animals. We both hate raisins and we both love cats. I hope that I can be as organized as she was once we are parents.

She was only 72 when she passed, while that is much too young, I do find solace in knowing that she did not suffer for too long. I will always be reminded of her whenever I eat a pickled beet (we both enjoyed them) or when I see a Hummel figurine (she was an avid collector).

Saturday, June 26, 2010

My Week

Have you ever had "one of those days"? You know, the kind where something mildly irritating happens first thing in the day and that seems to set the tone for the entire day. Well, I've just come through one of those weeks!

The past seven days have been filled with ups and downs leaving me thoroughly exhausted. I feel like I've just run a marathon (well, I'm guessing that my muscles would hurt a lot more if I ran a marathon, but since I have zero desire to do that, this is close enough). Where to begin??


We've been half-heartedly trying to sell my Rav4 since April. It's been a great vehicle and we both liked it, but Hubby felt like now was the time to upgrade to a bit bigger of a vehicle while we were both still working. We've had lots of people come to see it and make inquiries, but all of the offers that we had were ridiculously low. Finally last week a nice couple came by, they loved it, and offered our asking price - the catch? They wanted it ASAP!

So last Saturday we sold it - I signed it over and I was carless (which is a lot better than being homeless). No big deal. We had already looked at other cars and had one picked out. We'd give the dealership a call and hopefully by next weekend we could pick it up. In the meantime, I would drive Hubby to & from work everyday.


Hubby and I were all excited today. The day started out great, the weather was perfect and we had a great morning on the patio enjoying it. The CFL pre-season had started and our favourite team was in town to play the local team, and we had tickets.

The day got steadily worse from there (and worse is an extreme understatement). First, our team lost. No wait, scratch that, they were annihilated. But, it was a pre-season game, so we weren't too upset. Then we got home.

A message from my mom awaited. When we spoke she let me know that my aunt had passed away earlier in the day. I won't rehash it all here, but I will say that I was shocked. I knew that she was sick, but I thought that she would have more time.

~Monday - Wednesday~

I had to try to cram a week's worth of work into 3 days, reschedule client meetings, drive Hubby to/from work, make travel arrangements, find a cat sitter, and - oh yeah, and now we need a new car ASAP!

We ate like crap all week. I can't remember cooking any meals at home - and that is totally not like us at all. And did I mention that the dishwasher broke - again!?

One up from this week is that I had my 14 week Dr. appointment and I got to hear the baby's heartbeat again. I recorded it on my iPhone for Hubby who wasn't able to make it to my appointment.

We were also able to pick up our new car on Wednesday night. But it was so hard to be excited about getting it knowing that we would be driving it to my aunt's funeral.

~Thursday - Saturday~

We drove 6.5 hours to get back to our homeland. It is by far, the most boring drive to make. If you don't believe me, try driving through the prairies in spring sometime. There is nothing to see. The crops aren't up, and there aren't a lot of trees or anything. It's so boring it's exhausting. But we got there in one piece - the new car was great.

The funeral was on Friday. I think I'll create a post all of its own maybe tomorrow or Monday.

And then we drove home again today.

I'm pooped!

Now I realize that this is one of the longest, most boring posts that I have ever written. If you made it this far I appreciate your dedication.

I'm grateful that this week is finally over.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

A Very Sad Father's Day

Please forgive me in advance for the absence of posts this week. My aunt passed away this morning. She was only 72 and it all happened rather suddenly.

Earlier this year she was to have a cyst removed from her ovary. Days before the surgery it burst, and the biopsy revealed that there were some cancer cells. As a precaution, because it had burst, she was to have 6 chemo treatments. The first 5 went really well (as well as chemo treatments can go). However at the 6th one her blood work showed some anomalies.

This past Thursday she had a CT scan that revealed a number of small tumors in her abdomen. The Doctor was not very optimistic and predicted that she only had months to live.

She had been in a lot of pain and I suspect that the diagnosis made her give up. On Saturday night she was admitted into palliative care and she passed away this morning.

I had begun to compose a letter to her in my mind remembering all the good times that we had had when I was young (I wanted to share them with her before she passed). However, although I had good intentions of mailing her the letter tomorrow, I never even got my thoughts transferred to paper.

My aunt was an infertile as well (she adopted her 2 kids). Unfortunately women who have never been pregnant often have higher rates of "girly" cancers (ovarian, uterine and cervical). Fortunately for those of us now we can take The Pill and and that will help to prevent some of these cancers. But I doubt that my aunt ever had that opportunity (or maybe didn't see the point).

Please, please do these things for me:
  • Tell your loved ones that you love them now. Remember together your shared memories before it's too late.
  • Go to your doctor for regular checks ups (including annual Pap smears). Don't be afraid to bring up anything that you may have a question about.
  • If you are unable to get pregnant (or if you are not ready) please ask your doctor about birth control as it may one day save your life.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

First Strange Pregnancy Dream

Last night I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that we had gone to our next ultrasound appointment. When the image first appeared on the screen everything was normal. Then, another baby appeared on the screen. What? Twins? How did nobody figure this out sooner?

The tech goes back to the first baby and tells us it's a boy. Then she goes to the "new" baby and all of a sudden it has 8 arms! I started to freak out but all the u/s tech cared about was trying to figure out the sex.

Then we're talking to the Dr (I guess it was the Dr.) and everyone is telling us that we have to terminate. I was so shocked and scared and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to do anything to risk the "original" baby, but still couldn't figure out why the heck I'm now having twins and one has 8 arms!

The next thing I know I'm walking through the halls and a nurse comes up and stops me. She said to me "It looks like they used my husband's sperm instead of yours. You're having my husband's baby."

So now I'm A: having twins B: One of them has 8 arms, and C: apparently they aren't Hubby's.

Can anyone figure out what the heck this is supposed to represent?

Since waking up I now have a strong feeling that the baby is a boy. Hubby should be happy.

Wordless Wednesday - Hear No Advice...

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Comments Keep on Coming

We all know that once you become pregnant you become a beacon for unwanted advice and eventually unwanted belly rubs (I can't wait for that one - no really, give it a rub, but you'll lose a hand). If that annoys you (and of course it does), try having a due date right around Christmas!

The latest comments that we have been getting now include "Christmas is such a horrible time to have a baby".

Oh wow. How do you respond to that one? Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of responses, but none are really suitable for posting on a public forum. So tell me, what would you say?

Friday, June 11, 2010

And So It Begins

The questions and the advice that is. This is exactly why I wanted to wait a few weeks (heck, even a few months) longer to let the people in our lives know that I am pregnant.

Hubby and I are by and large very private people (says the lady with a blog). We went away to get married rather than subject ourselves to being on show, we moved 6 hours away from our family (although that was to find work), and we actually enjoy spending Xmas alone, just the 2 of us.

We decided not to make any grand announcements (I stuck by my Facebook promise) that we are expecting. But as the word spreads, the questions and the advice have begun.

  • Do you know what you are having? - Um no, I'm only 12 weeks pregnant so it's too soon to tell for sure.
  • Are you going to find out the sex? - Most likely - but we don't plan on sharing that information. Everyone will find out soon enough.
  • What room will the baby get? - Since our house is technically a 2 bedroom (we have 2 other rooms that we sometimes use for guests, but they are not "legal" bedrooms), the baby will get the second bedroom.
  • How do you plan on decorating the nursery? - How the heck would I know? Seriously. It took us over 7 years to buy ourselves a matching bedroom set. Why would we rush to judgement on what the Offspring's room will be like?
  • What about the cats? - What about the cats?
Do you notice one big, important question that is missing? No one actually asks what our due date is! I would think that this would be the first question that you would ask! Sheesh!

I've also received some offers for assistance on meal planning, shopping, decorating, and how to get rid of morning sickness.

Ah, well meaning friends and family. I need to develop some patience 'cause I know that the advice is going to get more frequent.

I will say, if anyone - and I mean anyone, makes a suggestion that I get rid of my cats I will tell them, without prejudice where they can stick their opinions!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Wordless Wednesday - Irony

Monday, June 7, 2010


Our baby!

Today was our NT scan. Everything went absolutely perfect! They were very impressed. The baby was moving around a ton and they had some trouble gettin
g a clear shot. Also, my ovaries are still really swollen (my left ovary is actually bigger than the baby).

But you don't want to hear about that do you? You probably want to see our little gremlin.

Here s/he is!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Update on Brandi

Thank you to everyone who said a prayer for Brandi. She is feeling well enough again to update her blog now so I will direct you all over to Baby Steps to read about her progress. She has posted photos of her stillborn son Evan so please be aware if this will upset you.

Shame on Me

I think this image says it all. I've been a very bad blogger and I deserve to stand in the corner for a while!

I'm not sure why I haven't been blogging, I will blame it on a lack of motivation to do pretty much anything! But I also know that I am afraid to get excited about my pregnancy. This is literally our last chance to become parents.

As each day goes by I am feeling more and more confident. I had my first appointment with my new doctor this past week and I got to hear the baby's heartbeat on the doppler and that really makes me feel better. Tomorrow is our 12 week scan and I think after that I will start to relax even more (assuming of course that the tests go well).

And I have to admit, the thought of becoming parents is scaring Hubby and I as well. We have 6 more months to get used to the idea at least. This morning we were sitting on the patio enjoying the morning peace and we could hear the neighbour yelling at her young son to "stop spraying mommy with the hose!" I said to Hubby that we should enjoy our quiet Sunday mornings while we can.

I do want to thank you for sticking with me. While I can't promise when I will start to post more often, I can assure you that I think about it often.

Wish me luck for my scan tomorrow!

My Chart

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