Blessed

There are times in our lives that we are so blessed and most of the time it’s not with physical things, it’s with love or grace or provision.

Well this weekend was a time when we were so blessed with love that accompanied physical things.

B has always had a great relationship with his former boss. P is a great guy who has been a great example to B not just in business but in life. He’s a great father and husband and I look up to him so much, as does B. Well when our news broke B emailed P to let him know, but also just inquire if they had any baby things they were wanting to sell since their kids are a bit older now. Well P’s response to this was ‘for the cost of you bringing your truck and moving it you can have it.’ Amazing offer!! But we didn’t fully understand what it meant until we popped over on Sunday night. We thought maybe a few items, but after the hugs and congrats and catching up with their little cuties, we headed out to their garage, and things just kept coming out of there and into our truck. A high chair, a carseat with 2 bases, a swing and bouncy chair, an infant bed, nursing pillows, play mats, exersaucer, and a huge garbage bag full of cloth diapers. For B and I this is one of the biggest blessings we have ever received. And I know that P and L appreciate that they were able to bless us but also have a bit more space to bless their kids with new toys and things.

Well B and I got home and unpacked the car. Well B unpacked the car while I had a mini rest. And after surveying everything that we had received we realized that we need to have to really really have to get the babE’s room done asap so we have a place to put all of the things that we have acquired. But that’s another day’s story.

Fat

I feel fat, I know I know, you’re saying, ‘J you’re not fat, your pregnant’ but really I just feel fat.  This week I have not be able to do up a single pair of work pants. Not a one. I have been living in my new favourite pair of maternity jeans when I’m not at work. Too bad I can’t wear them to work. Right now I’m not big enough to be able to fit into any of the work pants I have, but I’m too big to wear any of the work clothes that I love. I have a feeling I’ll end up just buying work pants a few sizes too big and just trying to get through the next month or two. Hopefully they last more than a month, I’m not sure it’s in the budget to spend too much on anything that only lasts for a few months. I guess that’s the game we play with maternity clothes.

Other than fat, I’m feeling completely exhausted all the time. Its 12 noon and I want to have a nap, but of course I don’t have time to nap. I go to bed at 9pm and I’m up at 7 – at least an hour more sleep then I usually get and I’m waking up feeling like I could nap for an hour or two more. Too bad coffee is a big no no during this time in life, I could use a cup right now.

Now I’m done complaining, that’s not what the focus on this time in life should be about. So now I’m going to start focusing on the great things. Like in 32 weeks I get to meet my little babE. B and I get to be parents and start this next chapter in our lives and I can’t wait for that time.

 

 

 

Wednesday Wednesday

Wednesday is one of my favourite days of the week. And for one specific reason, Wednesday is date night with B. Lately B’s been gone away a lot on business, leaving me home alone on date night. But this week he’s home, and I couldn’t be happier.

Now it is a boring date night; we just finished putting dinner in the oven, and then we’re going to eat, work on menu for next week for the time that he’s home, and then we’re off to run errands. But it is Wednesday and we are having a date.

When B’s away it possibly one of the hardest things for me; it’s hard to plan meals for one, or thinking of what to do for an evening. But the worst thing is when he’s gone for weeks at a time, and I get into my own routine and then when he comes home, we’re completely out of sync. I hate the feeling I have when I wish I could just go and do my thing rather than spending time with him. Thank goodness this time B’s home off and on in between weeks away, and we have a mini break and we’re able to reconnect between.

Even tonight is not an exciting date night, it’s still a date night, and time for us to just be us. To just hang out, whether its in the kitchen, or just chatting in the car on our way to errands, or just snuggling on the couch watching mindless tv shows. I happy for tonight, and I’m happy that with B gone for the next 3 date nights, I get tonight. I get tonight my best friend.

 

 

 

Finally

Finally after a long time, at least it feels like a long time I’m back doing some of the things I love. Last night I took my second ballet class of the summer, and I can’t explain how much I have missed it. I spend most of the fall last year in ballet class and teaching pilates. I gave up ballet just because of scheduling and then after my accident I had to give up teaching pilates.

Last night was amazing. True I couldn’t do the jumps that I love, or a lot of turns. Better safe than sorry and I would prefer not to have to take pain killers after what’s supposed to be an hour of fun. It was great to get back to the barre and do the basics. My technique may not be as good as it was when I was dancing 40 hours a week, but I hazard to say that I enjoy it a bit more. I love not having to have perfect technique and the fact that I’m able to just dance for an hour, but still work on getting back to my technique.

The other thing that starts soon is that I can finally get back to teaching pilates. I am so excited to get back in the gym and to the girls (and few guys) that come to my class every week. I may not be able to do the class the way I used to right away. I probably won’t be able to do pilates work for an hour straight, but I am allowed to go back and teach. I miss that so much! I miss hearing about how sore people were the day or two after the last class, or hearing that they are able to finally get through a sequence with a little more ease, or that they’re finally able to do one of the harder moves with ease after weeks of practise. I can’t wait to get back in the gym.

Well off to a meeting I go.

 

 

Morning Sickness

This past weekend we had the great opportunity to celebrate with our friends C and J as they started their lives together as man and wife. I had worked with C for almost a year to perfect wedding invitations and programs and we were so happy with the end result.

Well C and J’s wedding was about an hour and a half drive from where we are in beautiful wine country. An hour and a half drive that ended up taking about 2 and ¾ hours, most in stop and go traffic. This wouldn’t have been such a bad thing except that I wasn’t feeling well at all.

The books all say that morning sickness gets worse around 6 weeks and then usually subsides around 12 to 14 weeks, so of course right on track, the day we go to the Dr’s for the first time, I’m feeling worse than normal. And that just continued the next day on the road to the wedding.

I have been nauseous before, trust me, Demerol after jaw surgery without the gravol does not make J very happy at all. This was not that bad but it wasn’t peaches. I think it took about 40 minutes to finally get calmed down with lots of wheat thins and deep breaths. The stop and go traffic did not help out at all. I really hope that this doesn’t happen every day and every car ride for the next 6 weeks. I’m not sure I can stop on the way to work every morning or home from work.

Morning sickness sucks, but I wouldn’t trade it for all the world. I know that this little babE growing inside me is healthy and happy, and that’s what really matters. I can suck up the next 6 weeks or 34 weeks if that’s what I have in store.

 

babE's New Home

B and I had planned on redoing the spare room in our home and turning it into the future children’s room. So the process actually started back in May when we move everything around so we could redo both of the rooms upstairs.

We had our office with all my scrap stuff, and B’s computer and all our files and records in the one room, and then the spare bed, and all our wedding gifts that don’t have homes yet in the other room. So in order to get the house ready for little ones, we had to move everything around. We moved my scrap desk and all my scraping stuff to the basement as well as B’s computer and our office files. So we could paint the ‘office’ so we would have a new guest room. So that room got painted, and we – well B – moved everything from the spare room into the new guest room. And we went to work on the new babE’s room. We had made the decision on what we wanted to do months before hand. Well I decided what we were going to do and B like it so we went with it. But it took a lot of research and time figuring things out. So during our week of vacation at the end of July we decided to get to work and get as far as we could on the room.

This meant ripping out the carpet so we could put the wainscoting in, and prep for the new floor. I can’t stand carpet in kid’s rooms, just a disaster waiting to happen, so laminate seemed like the prefect replacement. And then getting the green on the walls above the wainscoting. And I did none of this. B’s a bit over protective, and I’m not allowed around the chemicals and smells of paint or any of the hard work. Of course this is the week that we told all 3 sets of parents, so when we started on Monday my dad had no idea the news he was going to get that evening. But we started Monday morning anyways with putting the wainscoting in, and after 2 mornings working hard, there are 3 pieces left to do and the topper, and then the floor. Well and the painting of the wainscoting, but I think that if B works really hard for a weekend or two it will be all done. Well after Dad get’s the last 3 pieces and topper done. Thank goodness for parent’s who have amazing crafts and trades.

 

Ladder of Love

We’ve been working hard at turning out house into our home. We’ve done a lot to the most trafficked parts of the house. We painted the main floor and kitchen, and put in new floors. We re did our bedroom and made it our own. So now that we’ve got those done we’re moving on to the guest room and future kids room.

So how does a ladder play into this. Well if you’re a bit more patient I’ll tell you. This week my task was to get the primer and the paint on the guest room so that we can move everything from the nursery into the guest room to start working on it. The more daunting of the two rooms. So I went and got everything ready to start painting, including getting B to move the heavy things upstairs. So after 2 days of painting I went to move the ladder to the hallway to make room and realized that I had gotten a bit of pale daffodil paint on the ladder. Kicking myself a little bit, since it was B’s Christmas present last year, and this was the first thing to get on it. But this brought me to the realization that those ladders at my dad’s house with every colour of paint on them are ladders of love. That ever splatter of paint is from a project he did for us with love. Painting my sister’s room all wacky colours for her, or ripping off wallpaper and painting my old room a nice pink and green even though he didn’t love the colours. Painting the main floor of my childhood house the week before my sisters wedding because my mom had a nightmare that her dress looked green in all of the pictures because of the wall colour. And then painting our new house, the house we built for him. The red paint from the trim in my new room; the Raspberry fizz of his new office, just to please my mom. And his ladders have splashes of these colours all over them. A reminder of all the colours he’s put up and the projects he’s worked on for us.

So while working on making our house our own, I may have accidentally put a little paint on the ladder, but I’ll always remember painting that room, and have that splotch to remind me of our first house and the yellow room that will build memories for us for years. The room that my mom will sleep in when we bring our babies home from the hospital, the room B’s sister will sleep in when she comes down from Ottawa to meet our kids. So although our ladder isn’t  in pristine condition anymore, we’re building our memories and our ladder of love one paint colour and project at a time.

 

 

 

July 12th,2010

Most people who know me, know that I can be a little impatient; Well a lot impatient for some things. So after the way I’ve been feeling and what’s been going on here in the E house, I decided that I would be impatient and take a test.

Well that hopeful feeling was right. I’m pregnant! Two lines and all. Wow! I stared in shock and awe for a minute – and then grabbed my phone. B’s 1500 miles away for work, so I can’t just run up and hug him. But I couldn’t not tell him and wait until he got home on Friday. It’s Monday and he just left this morning. So dial the phone, two rings and a “Hi Babe”.

I wish that I could have seen his face, that’s the only thing that would have made this better, but as much as I wish I could have waited until he got home on Friday, I know that it would kill me and I needed my best friend to know. I mean it is going to be our secret for a while, at least another 10 to 12 weeks.

So now all the planning starts. I have to call the dr’s and get a referral to my OB/GYN. Thank goodness we’ve been planning for a bit and I’ve taken advantage of kijiji and have bought most of the maternity clothes that I’ll need. We have a crib to look at when B’s home this weekend.
I’m so excited, but still a bit flabbergasted. Is it really for real? Am I going to be a mom soon? March isn’t really that far away. My sister will have someone to share her birthday month with. Am I doing the right things? How am I going to be feeling? Will I be okay in the next few months? Could my boobs get any bigger!! B’s going to love that, but will I?


The next few weeks will be hard to keep quiet! I hate keeping secrets! But I’m excited for the day we can tell our family.

I’m pregnant! I really am. And I couldn’t be more happy!

Our Journey

From the day B and I got married we knew we wanted to be parents. I knew B would be an amazing father when the time came. I knew that God had blessed me not only with a great husband but also with a great father for our future children.

B and I have been waiting for the right time to start our family. The first year we were married we spent a lot of time apart due to B’s job and him working all over Ontario. When B was finally home for more than a few weeks at a time we needed to reconnect as us before we could even think about starting a family. And then job changes came for me, and a new adjustment period of a new schedule.

So now almost 2 years after we’ve been married we’re ready for our family to start. We just spent an amazing week in Mexico for vacation just reconnecting and relaxing, and we came to the realization that we were finally really ready.

We’ve always been open to starting our family, but we also knew there was a wise time for us to start. When we’re able to financially support our family, and emotionally support our family. A time when B and I knew that our relationship was more than strong enough to stand up to the trials that come with being parents. That we could be an example of a good healthy loving relationship for our children to look up to.

So we’re starting our journey to start our family. For the two of us to become 3. for our love to create someone else for us to love.