It’s official, I feel pregnant now. Don’t get me wrong – there have been plenty of times that I have felt pregnant over the last couple months…but never that stereotypical pregnant lady feel. This week has done it for sure.
In baby development, he or she is a complete little person now and can open its eyes, hear outside sounds, respond to stimulus and suck its thumb! The coming weeks will focus on adding much need fat, continuing to grow strong and healthy lungs and getting smarter and smarter. Our babes is about 15 inches long and probably weighs about 3 pounds. We can expect about a ½ a pound growth a week from here on out.
I think I may be growing a soccer player in my belly! The coolest thing about the last couple weeks has been the increase in noticeable baby movement. My belly actually moves around as I am being poked and prodded and I love it! As a matter of fact, when I wake up for one of my many middle of night pee breaks – sometimes the baby will be awake and I just can’t make myself go to sleep because then I will miss it. So it has led to a tired (but happy) mommy to be.
Tim has trouble just staring at my belly waiting for a kick...so the other night he laid his head on my belly and the baby kicked him right in the ear! Not only was it funny (the baby has perfect aim) – but Tim got a little taste of what it is like and loved it.
I continue to feel great. No issues or complications. Like I said when I started this post – I do feel pregnant now. Little things I used to take for granted – like rolling over or getting up from the couch have become significantly more difficult. I feel like I am back in the first trimester in terms of tiredness. I have regressed and am finding myself incredibly tired all the time. There is no real cure for this…so I try not to complaint too muchJ
We have another busy weekend ahead of us and are as determined as ever to finish the room! I’ll remain optimistic and say that we will be done this weekend and though my camera is broken at the moment – I will find a way to post some pictures.
Until then,
Candee and baby
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
A cluttered house leads to a cluttered mind...
Sorry it has taken me so long to get back on here. It has been a busy time in my world! As you may know, Tim and I have been working on the baby’s room forever. I know it seems easy and I may be guilty of thinking the same, but living in a one bedroom condo (with an office) means that every single item has a home. Displacing so many items from the office meant that we had to find new homes for a lot of stuff. This meant more organizing, packing and re-arranging. Basically, we are packing all non-essentials and packing them away until we move…and let me say it’s amazing how many non essentials can creep into your life.
Making the decision to stay in the condo with our first baby wasn’t an easy one, but we figured with enough planning and preparation, we would be fine. We still think that, but let me tell you that doesn’t stop us from dreaming that a) the down payment fairy drops a bundle of $100’s in our lap and/or b) the market improves enough for us to sell our condo at a decent price. While we wait for that fairy – we are constantly making decisions about what stays and gets a new home, what gets donated to charity, what gets packed away and what gets thrown out.
The benefits for all this hard work are vast. Not only are we cleaning out junk spots and re-organizing, but we are having to decide what is important and what isn’t. I have never touched Elliott’s drawer of goodies. I was afraid of the memories and the guilt that would come with that task. Well, I did it! It was hard, but Tim was there to help and to be honest, I threw out as much as I could in good conscience and now that demon I have been avoiding for over a year is banished.
When cleaning out the office, I found Tim’s little black book. Not what you are thinking! For our 1st year together I bought a black book with blank pages and wrote one reason why I loved Tim on each page. There were over 150 entries. So I took a well deserved break and read that little book. I cried a lot reading all the entries. Mostly because they were all still true! What an amazing feeling that was – like a love drug coursing through my veins. The very last entry had been inserted almost 4 years ago when were preparing for our big move to Calgary. It said we were still happy and together and moving on to the next big adventure in our lives. So in keeping with the last entry – we dated a new blank page and inserted that we had recently been married and were expecting our first baby. What a beautiful memory for us as the years continue to pass and our hair turns grey…
So all this cleaning, de-cluttering and organizing have been a royal pain – but it has also reminded me that it’s okay to grieve in whatever way I can (and to take as long as I need – cause I aint done yet). It has reminded me that we can do whatever we put our minds to, that love will help guide us through all of the tough times and that no matter how big your house – there is always way too much junk!
Slowly, our house is getting done…thankfully. I am a minimalist and all this crap lying around drives me crazy – but I now see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are literally just finishing the baby’s room – a major, MAJOR accomplishment. I’ll post a picture once I have it all nicely decorated.
Thanks for your patience and YES…I will finish with Part 2 of the babymoon very soon.
Candee and baby Amelotte
Making the decision to stay in the condo with our first baby wasn’t an easy one, but we figured with enough planning and preparation, we would be fine. We still think that, but let me tell you that doesn’t stop us from dreaming that a) the down payment fairy drops a bundle of $100’s in our lap and/or b) the market improves enough for us to sell our condo at a decent price. While we wait for that fairy – we are constantly making decisions about what stays and gets a new home, what gets donated to charity, what gets packed away and what gets thrown out.
The benefits for all this hard work are vast. Not only are we cleaning out junk spots and re-organizing, but we are having to decide what is important and what isn’t. I have never touched Elliott’s drawer of goodies. I was afraid of the memories and the guilt that would come with that task. Well, I did it! It was hard, but Tim was there to help and to be honest, I threw out as much as I could in good conscience and now that demon I have been avoiding for over a year is banished.
When cleaning out the office, I found Tim’s little black book. Not what you are thinking! For our 1st year together I bought a black book with blank pages and wrote one reason why I loved Tim on each page. There were over 150 entries. So I took a well deserved break and read that little book. I cried a lot reading all the entries. Mostly because they were all still true! What an amazing feeling that was – like a love drug coursing through my veins. The very last entry had been inserted almost 4 years ago when were preparing for our big move to Calgary. It said we were still happy and together and moving on to the next big adventure in our lives. So in keeping with the last entry – we dated a new blank page and inserted that we had recently been married and were expecting our first baby. What a beautiful memory for us as the years continue to pass and our hair turns grey…
So all this cleaning, de-cluttering and organizing have been a royal pain – but it has also reminded me that it’s okay to grieve in whatever way I can (and to take as long as I need – cause I aint done yet). It has reminded me that we can do whatever we put our minds to, that love will help guide us through all of the tough times and that no matter how big your house – there is always way too much junk!
Slowly, our house is getting done…thankfully. I am a minimalist and all this crap lying around drives me crazy – but I now see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are literally just finishing the baby’s room – a major, MAJOR accomplishment. I’ll post a picture once I have it all nicely decorated.
Thanks for your patience and YES…I will finish with Part 2 of the babymoon very soon.
Candee and baby Amelotte
Monday, November 9, 2009
Babymoon - Part One
Too many stories for one post, so I will split it up into a couple.
I decided that I needed to get away before the baby comes. Of course, I made sure Tim would come with me before I finalized anything. Not that I had to finalize much - we tend to just go and worry about silly things like hotels later. This last little vacation is called the babymoon - which seems appropriate. But let me say that just because we are having a baby doesn't mean that we won't go gallivanting whenever we feel like it - just that I might have to book a hotel as opposed to just showing up at one at 8pm and hoping there is a room available.
My parents, and later mom, took us on trips all the time. Trips to where ever...just to get us out. So I have them to thank for this need to escape every so often. Escape for Tim and I this time meant the Okanogan valley in BC. Neither of us had been and both wanted to - so it was a fairly easy decision. We had lamented the fact that Quebec is no longer next door - as it (or Dad's) was almost always our getaway spot. But after mapping it and figuring out how long the drive would be - we took off for our weekend getaway.
Friday
Tim dropped Princess off first thing in the morning and then we were off. We took the long route there...highway 3. Neither of us had been further south than the Lethbridge area so we took our time and stopped where ever we felt like it. There were several highlights on this highway. The first was the wind farms. As big environmentalists, we spent alot of time gawking and trying to figure out how to install one on the roof of our condo.
We also went through Frank's Slide - we had watched a documentary about it on Disasters of the Century - and it was crazy to see it all in person. We also experienced Crowsnest Pass for the first time and had some appreciation for all the times David cursed driving that way. It was super windy and rainy and it eventually snowed on us.
On of the coolest parts of this highway was all the little towns. Having only ever been on the northern highway, where people don't really live, this was neat. And there was water everywhere. For the two of us, it was a small taste of home with the bonus of the Rocky Mountains.
Because of all of our stopping, we were running a bit behind our schedule (daylight). In all the small towns they had these horror movie motels and I got a little nervous that our idea to just 'wing it' was going to backfire and we were going to get murdered in some beside the highway motel called the Shady Pines. We pulled into Osoyoos around 7pm in full dark. Thankfully the GPS found a place to stay. We had dinner at a really nice Indian restaurant and Tim got his first taste of a local wine.
It was a long day for me - my feet were the size of basket balls, my bum hurt and I was so tired. Oh, but my Tim may have had it worse. Apparently I snored so loud that:
a)he could not sleep...at all
b)he was afraid that the rooms adjacent to ours would complain
c)shoving me only stopped the snoring for the one second it took for me to take another breath
d)he questioned his sanity
e)he questioned whether I was dying (how could one girl snore so painfully loud and not have some terrible thing wrong with her?)
f)he began contemplating life sleeping beside his father in law
So, you should know that every so often my own snoring would wake me up. Every time my eyes opened, I would see Tim staring at me with wonder, pity, horror or a mixture of all. Poor guy.
Until tomorrow...
Candee
I decided that I needed to get away before the baby comes. Of course, I made sure Tim would come with me before I finalized anything. Not that I had to finalize much - we tend to just go and worry about silly things like hotels later. This last little vacation is called the babymoon - which seems appropriate. But let me say that just because we are having a baby doesn't mean that we won't go gallivanting whenever we feel like it - just that I might have to book a hotel as opposed to just showing up at one at 8pm and hoping there is a room available.
My parents, and later mom, took us on trips all the time. Trips to where ever...just to get us out. So I have them to thank for this need to escape every so often. Escape for Tim and I this time meant the Okanogan valley in BC. Neither of us had been and both wanted to - so it was a fairly easy decision. We had lamented the fact that Quebec is no longer next door - as it (or Dad's) was almost always our getaway spot. But after mapping it and figuring out how long the drive would be - we took off for our weekend getaway.
Friday
Tim dropped Princess off first thing in the morning and then we were off. We took the long route there...highway 3. Neither of us had been further south than the Lethbridge area so we took our time and stopped where ever we felt like it. There were several highlights on this highway. The first was the wind farms. As big environmentalists, we spent alot of time gawking and trying to figure out how to install one on the roof of our condo.
We also went through Frank's Slide - we had watched a documentary about it on Disasters of the Century - and it was crazy to see it all in person. We also experienced Crowsnest Pass for the first time and had some appreciation for all the times David cursed driving that way. It was super windy and rainy and it eventually snowed on us.
On of the coolest parts of this highway was all the little towns. Having only ever been on the northern highway, where people don't really live, this was neat. And there was water everywhere. For the two of us, it was a small taste of home with the bonus of the Rocky Mountains.
Because of all of our stopping, we were running a bit behind our schedule (daylight). In all the small towns they had these horror movie motels and I got a little nervous that our idea to just 'wing it' was going to backfire and we were going to get murdered in some beside the highway motel called the Shady Pines. We pulled into Osoyoos around 7pm in full dark. Thankfully the GPS found a place to stay. We had dinner at a really nice Indian restaurant and Tim got his first taste of a local wine.
It was a long day for me - my feet were the size of basket balls, my bum hurt and I was so tired. Oh, but my Tim may have had it worse. Apparently I snored so loud that:
a)he could not sleep...at all
b)he was afraid that the rooms adjacent to ours would complain
c)shoving me only stopped the snoring for the one second it took for me to take another breath
d)he questioned his sanity
e)he questioned whether I was dying (how could one girl snore so painfully loud and not have some terrible thing wrong with her?)
f)he began contemplating life sleeping beside his father in law
So, you should know that every so often my own snoring would wake me up. Every time my eyes opened, I would see Tim staring at me with wonder, pity, horror or a mixture of all. Poor guy.
Until tomorrow...
Candee
Monday, November 2, 2009
Happy Halloween!!
Three Blind Mice! Brian, Thoeun and I. The Farmer's wife is in Philly watching the World Series....so we gave her a pass.
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