Under Construction

When my mom first separated from her dear husband (DH) I was quite content to believe that they just weren't meant to be (or that they their personalities clashed worse then two bulls on an energy drink).... However, after doing my first home reno project with my DH I have realized that I was terribly wrong.

Mom and ex-DH decided to purchase a 'fixer-uper' early in their marriage and for some insane reason thought that this was a good idea.... Now, after painting just one room with my DH, I know that home reno's are the main reason for divorce's in this country.... especially when the female partner is a control freak (some call me anal retentive).

What we believed would be a simple and fun four day paint job turned into a nine day bitch and complain fest... You see, in order to paint Ella's room we had to move the office into the dinning room (as Ella's furniture had filled up our spare room). Therefore, this meant that working from home for me, meant working from dinning room, and our dinning room is ajoined with our living room. For DH this was great. He was able to talk to me while I worked and when I wasn't working he could watch basketball on TV and check the hockey scores at the same time.... Can you say say stress??????

The room reno also took place the week before my debut as an event planner in Pembroke, which meant long hours and thus ear plugs were a must for my work from home days and nights :)

The original plan was to have the reno finished in a long weekend while DH was on March break, but after spending St. Patty's day at a germ filled bar, his green hang over turned into the cold from hell and thus the job didn't get started on the day planned.... Then to top it off, in between getting the ceiling painted and the first coat of easter purple on the walls I was stricken with the super bug and could not help him complete the job and due to my anal rententive nature, did not trust him to finish it on his own - big mistake....

Once my cold was semi flushed from my system, and my big event was finished we decided to tackle that second coat of paint so that I could reclaim my office space.... I tackled it for a whole 10 minutes before DH and I started to throw insults back and forth about our handy person duties and abilities... Then it happened (when will he learn that unless you have something nice to say to your pregnant wife, then don't say anything at all - because even jokes aren't funny when you are pregnant)... I chucked my roller on the floor, got changed, took DH's beer (if he was going to ruin my evening I was certainly going to poke the bear and ruin his - gotta love hockey night in Canada), and left to my prego sanctuary (another prenant woman's house where my irrational complaints and accompanying gas and bloatedness would not be held against me)...

After calming down and laughing at myself for being the bitchest of the bitches, I returned home. DH had the room finished (and after the fact I can admit he did an awesome job)... Now it is up to me to finish the rest of the pink jobs (the reamining wall and window treatments, the pruchasing of the dust ruffle and the rug)... and some day when I am not in the room he will do the last blue job and hang the shelf.... and yes we have blue and pink jobs in our house (ie doggy poop pick-up is soooo a blue job).

In the end we have decided that since we really are great for eachother (pretty much the best couple ever), that the next time we want to do a home reno project that we would pay the extra money to have someone come in and do it... a handy man is cheaper than a divorce lawyer.


*** Note: The doll is to train the pooch and yes the books that are on the change table will eventually go on the shelf that will eventually hang on the wall, and there will eventually be a curtain that we hang in the closet doorway).****

Rubber Ducky You're the One... I'll name ducky hubby

Next to my hubby my bathtub has become my new favourite thing. If it was possible, I would
stay in there all day.

This week, I am suffering from yet my third pregnancy cold :( Booo Urns. Might I add, that it is my third and worse. I am coughing up things that I probably thought as a child were hiding under my bed, my sinus' ache, my back hurts (more than usual), it's hard to swallow and things just pretty much suck... Oh and did I mention that the conference I have been planning for the past nine weeks is this week? Worst possible time to get sick.

However, I have found comfort in my bathtub. It is warm and cozy and makes my body feel a lot lighter than what it really is right now :).... Another thing that has given me relief? Benadryl :) Yes, it is okay to take during pregnancy and yes it is pretty much sleep in a box... and as mentioned in previous posts, I swear that I will never, ever, ever, ever go through a cold again (post pregnancy) without everything single cold remedy on the shelf. Nyquil here I come! But then again, after this pregnancy is over I will have probably caught all of the viruses out there and will not catch a cold for at least five years.... Anyways, back to the tub... It is awesome... If the water would only stay warm!

A speacial shout-out also needs to go out to that dearest husband of mine. After months of pregnancy related complaining, he had the pleasure of listening to my additional gripes this week... The worst being when he found me on the floor crying in the bathroom. While hacking up some monsters, my cough-drop fell into the toilet, causing toilet water back splash onto my face, which thus resulted in ugly cry tears (take a pregnant woman and add and illness and the result is not very pretty)... However, having the wonderful husband that I have, he told me it could be worse (like there could have been poop in the water) and told me it was okay (after I washed my face, the first thing he did was give me a kiss).... That's love.

Well I guess.... My conference is less than 12 hours away and this was my attempt to clear my brain a little so that I could get some sleep (I also think that the Benadryl is kicking in)... until next time :)

My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps

If I recall correctly, this time last year I was in the middle of my battle to get rid of the 20 pounds that had not so nicely crept up on me after a summer of eating and drinking on Whyte ave and a fall of appreciating wine and take out.

One year later and the pounds have once again began to pack on and I couldn't be happier. At my midwife appointment yesterday I was told that since my last appointment (five weeks ago), I had gained seven pounds (and my midwife wasn't even going to weigh me lol)... She started by telling me that seven pounds was completely normal and I think I saw a little bit of shock on her face as I began to smile and giggle... Really though, how often does a woman get to gain seven pounds after eating cupcakes and cookies and still blame it on someone else? This is a rare opportunity and I think I will take full advantage and bask in my new plumpness :)

However, these seven pounds do come with a few disadvantages. For example, I got fitted with maternity bra's the other day and I can confidently say that these are probably the most unattractive bras that I have worn since being in a training bra... The sales lady was really helpful though. She told Greg to tell me that they were sexy hehehe.... The bra shopping also came with an added bonus, because who knew that there were strap on bellies in the fitting rooms (no one ever told me how fun this would be!)... So of course I strapped one on and came out to show the hubby, who was a little shocked that he had only left the store for a mere 10 minutes to return and POOF I was really pregnant :)


Shopping has also become wayyy more fun now. Since I can no longer buy cute outfits to myself, because I am not fully out of the muffin top stage, I can offically buy little girl clothes and eeeek aren't they cute! Little Ella shall be a diva :) A diva indeed :)

Introducing you to Ella

So my mommy radar was right. We are having a girl!

Half Way - Fooey

Week 9

Week 19

It's here. Every e-mail and every book has told me that week 19 is the half way point. Although I have yet to find a book or website that says otherwise, I am still in total disagreement. I didn't find out that I was pregnant until I was five weeks and therefore had my normal lifestyle (and pants) until that point, so I guess it is still a few more weeks to go until I am at my personal half way point.... Either way, I am totally excited that things are coming along...

However, please don't be fooled by the above belly pics. I swear it only looks that big when I am naked (clothes just make me look like a tubby person)...

It is only two days until we get to see the little road runner (yes, I am calling it a road runner now for the way that it spins around in my uterus). Hopefully, we will find out what the little thing is and can give it a name..... Although, at this point I am hoping girl solely for the fact that we have changed our mind about the boys name we had picked and can't seem to agree on anything else (I so want to name it Cache [cash] if it is a boy).

Until Friday, ciao my baby blog loving amigos :)

Dealing with sensitivity

Lost: One functioning brain that could judge situations and respond accordingly. If found, look for the pregnant woman, with the stunned look on her face, who is more than likely telling someone how it is (or is crying from just having told someone how it is) and is extremely sensitive.

The above is an ad that I would like to post in a national news paper to see if I can find myself. While I am not completely gone (I've always been a little rough around the edges), I am slightly lost. I have lost my ability to tactically deal with people and find myself mouthing off when I should be shutting up. My husband tells me that I just like hearing the sound of my own voice, but I really think that my constant rambling is an attempt to make sense of even the most simplest of situations.

My "sarcasm radar" is also at an all-time low. It seems that if someone doesn't follow a sarcastic point with the exact words "I was being sarcastic, or that was just a joke," I can be sent into an immediate furry of anger, or tears - either is a horrendous extreme. I just wish I wasn't so sensitive.

This inability to judge or properly deal with the simplest situations is causing me great stress, and by great stress, I mean the kind that results in the consumptions of large amounts of cupcakes. It also goes hand-in-hand with my inability to deal with BS.

While I am a people person (I really do enjoy them for the most part) I have lost my luster for some, particularly everyone. No, not everyone, but I guess this week it is those that think that just because I am pregnant they can comment and pass judgment on everything that I do. Advice is like assholes, everyone has one.

I really don't care if you think that eating three cupcakes in one sitting isn't healthy and isn't good for the baby. They taste good and I like them. I spent four weeks in the fetal position where everything smelt like ass and nothing seemed appetizing. I also don't care if my complaining afterward about the heartburn that the cupcakes gave me annoys you... and I really don't care if I cry because you upset me because I construed "do you really need to have another," into "you are getting fat." I'm pregnant, your not. Deal with it. And yes, I know it was essentially my decision to become pregnant, but I don't care. If you don't want to hear me complain, I hear that the dollar store sells earplugs...and yes I can use the pregnancy as an excuse for the whole time I am growing this human being, for anything that I choose because I do blame the baby for the mood swings, swollen feet, sore back, insomnia, laziness, etc. After the baby arrives I can continue to use the "I grew a child, pushed it through my 'mustin't touch', and am now providing it sustenance from my bodily fluids excuse," for as long as I see fit. Deal with it. I'm hormonal. I'm sensitive and no I don't care who you are, how many kids you have had, or haven't had or what you would do. I am not you and I am damn well going to eat my cupcakes.

I'm allowed to be sensitive. I am pregnant. You may be pregnant to, so in that case we can cry together or complain about all the things we hate about being pregnant (if you are a happy prego person then you probably won't like me very much). If you aren't pregnant, have never been pregnant, are planning to be pregnant, know someone who is pregnant, was pregnant anytime is the near or distant past, then deal with the fact that I am eating cupcakes (or insert any other thing you think that I, as a pregnant should or shouldn't be doing), and keep it to yourself. I have enough on my mind (like trying to accept the fact that there is a person moving around inside of my body).... However, on that note, please understand that I am pregnant, probably love you (or at the very least like you very much) and I am not trying to be mean, but please do not remind me that I didn't want your advice, stories or judgments the day before and am now craving for them today. I am hormonal. It is a good excuse, so please don't be so sensitive.