Coaching Special Olympics was amazing last night. Must admit I don’t have that much experience with the Developmentally Delayed crowd, most of my experience has been through Bones, (he works with Developmentally Delayed adults), so it took a bit of adjusting. Basically I have to be more vocal about my personal space and remind a few of the ladies to pull their suits up, other than that it was pretty easy and quite enjoyable.
For the next 4 weeks, (this season ends in 4 weeks, starts again in September), I will be working in the shallow end with those that are uncomfortable in the deep end. Last night we were working on pushing off from the side of the pool, gliding and blowing bubbles while you have your head in the water, pretty basic stuff. One of the ladies just wanted to relax, but every now and again she would show off by swimming across the pool.
The coaches and participants were very friendly. During free swim some of the participants were quite goofy which had me laughing pretty hard, and that only encouraged them more and on it goes. Looking forward to the next 4 weeks.
On a side note, the detailed scan is in exactly 1 week, care to make any wagers as to the sex? So far I have no leanings, Bones is convinced it is a girl. And you?
Darch
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
TMI - All about the mammaries....
So what is worst than bathing suit shopping, pregnant bathing suit shopping. I had to run out at lunch today to grab a maternity bathing suit. Basically it was an exercise in humility, or should I say being humiliated.
There was this assumption on my part that once I got pregnant it would be easier to find clothing. Not sure where it came from but it was there. Boy was I smoking crack!
Back to the dressing room, not only is there little to choose from, nothing could properly contain my bordering on obscene mammaries. Bones likes to remind me that women pay good money to be this well-endowed, I think they are called strippers and porn-stars and honestly don’t feel like being compared. But again I digress. Nothing could hold the suckers up, so I had to get a size larger, in a not-so-cute looking suit.
Now you must be asking what the urgency of requiring a suit so badly that I would only dedicate a lunch hour to the pursuit, well this is when the story takes a bit of an up turn…..
I AM COACHING SPECIAL OLYMPICS SWIMMING!!!!!!! ....tonight....
Yes I am excited. So excited that I can look past my humiliation of a saggy suit with breasts-a-bursting, (I think I will wear a t-shirt, it really is getting obscene).
Darch
There was this assumption on my part that once I got pregnant it would be easier to find clothing. Not sure where it came from but it was there. Boy was I smoking crack!
Back to the dressing room, not only is there little to choose from, nothing could properly contain my bordering on obscene mammaries. Bones likes to remind me that women pay good money to be this well-endowed, I think they are called strippers and porn-stars and honestly don’t feel like being compared. But again I digress. Nothing could hold the suckers up, so I had to get a size larger, in a not-so-cute looking suit.
Now you must be asking what the urgency of requiring a suit so badly that I would only dedicate a lunch hour to the pursuit, well this is when the story takes a bit of an up turn…..
I AM COACHING SPECIAL OLYMPICS SWIMMING!!!!!!! ....tonight....
Yes I am excited. So excited that I can look past my humiliation of a saggy suit with breasts-a-bursting, (I think I will wear a t-shirt, it really is getting obscene).
Darch
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Stupid conversations.....
…you know those times when someone catches a snippet and makes a comment, then someone else assumes their comment is judgemental and next thing you know both parties are so involved in being right they are creating what if scenarios that are bordering ridiculous and the original snippet, the possibility of common ground is lost and all that is left is the ridiculous what if scenario and the need to be right…..
…..ya those conversations, man they are just stupid.
…..ya those conversations, man they are just stupid.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Diapering decisions
We’ve decided to use cloth diapers. After tons of research we are most likely to go with the standard old pre-folds. They are the least expensive and both of us were raised with them and not only are we fully potty trained, our butts are quite superb. So we figured it should work well for our Wee Pea.
Yesterday we went to look at nursery furniture and check-out strollers. You know, diligently doing our research with the added benefit of getting us really excited about our family addition. We came across a display of cloth diapers. Bones started practicing how to fold them, different ways for a boy vs a girl. Who knew, something I missed in my tons of research.
There was a couple next to us and this was the conversation overheard:
NewMom: Oh look at the cloth diapers……
NewDad: Why would anyone use cloth diapers?
NewMom: ummmm they are good for the environment…
NewDad: *grunt*
Bones was focused on his folding practice and I was proud.
When we go on these excursions I am always struck with how involved Bones is. He has researched and declared what type of baby carrier he wants. He examines the baby gear, asks questions about it and talks to friends and family about what has worked for them. Most of the dads we know are very involved and are similar to Bones, it has been easy to sometimes overlook that this is not the case for all new moms. Can’t tell you how grateful I am that he is.
Darch
Yesterday we went to look at nursery furniture and check-out strollers. You know, diligently doing our research with the added benefit of getting us really excited about our family addition. We came across a display of cloth diapers. Bones started practicing how to fold them, different ways for a boy vs a girl. Who knew, something I missed in my tons of research.
There was a couple next to us and this was the conversation overheard:
NewMom: Oh look at the cloth diapers……
NewDad: Why would anyone use cloth diapers?
NewMom: ummmm they are good for the environment…
NewDad: *grunt*
Bones was focused on his folding practice and I was proud.
When we go on these excursions I am always struck with how involved Bones is. He has researched and declared what type of baby carrier he wants. He examines the baby gear, asks questions about it and talks to friends and family about what has worked for them. Most of the dads we know are very involved and are similar to Bones, it has been easy to sometimes overlook that this is not the case for all new moms. Can’t tell you how grateful I am that he is.
Darch
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day everyone
My parents always included my sister and I in Valentines Day. Even as we grew older I would get a Valentines Day card from them. When I went away to university my mom made me a crazy-quilt style heart that I still treasure, it hangs in my sewing room.
A couple of years ago, around Valentines Day, I asked Bones if he was going to give our children Valentine’s Day cards and gifts. He looked at me like I was nuts. I told him how it made me feel, it was a small reminder of just how much they cared. I went on to tell him that I was unsure when I had stopped getting cards, but that wasn’t all that important, it was more how it made me feel as child, especially after they separated and when I moved away. A few days later a letter arrived in the mail. A Valentine from my father, I was so excited. After seeing me, Bones just may have changed his mind.
Happy Valentine’s Day Wee Pea.
Darch
A couple of years ago, around Valentines Day, I asked Bones if he was going to give our children Valentine’s Day cards and gifts. He looked at me like I was nuts. I told him how it made me feel, it was a small reminder of just how much they cared. I went on to tell him that I was unsure when I had stopped getting cards, but that wasn’t all that important, it was more how it made me feel as child, especially after they separated and when I moved away. A few days later a letter arrived in the mail. A Valentine from my father, I was so excited. After seeing me, Bones just may have changed his mind.
Happy Valentine’s Day Wee Pea.
Darch
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Honey, can you dress me?
It seems the latest little bit of ‘pregnancy brain’ that I am dealing with is putting my clothes on backwards. Well not the pants, not that bad….yet. Just the shirts, the pullover style to be specific. So far I can still figure out the button up variety.
The first time I noticed this odd behaviour was on Friday, at the Doctor’s office. After the nurse took my blood pressure and left, I was checking out my wee bump when I realized, ‘this shirt looks odd’. So I pull up the collar to make a little check and sure enough, it was on backwards. I quickly straightened it out, lest the doctor notice and think I am batty. Surely it would only be a one-time faux pas.
Nope, since then it has happened everyday, today it happened twice, my shirt, then my sweater. I kid you not.
Darch
The first time I noticed this odd behaviour was on Friday, at the Doctor’s office. After the nurse took my blood pressure and left, I was checking out my wee bump when I realized, ‘this shirt looks odd’. So I pull up the collar to make a little check and sure enough, it was on backwards. I quickly straightened it out, lest the doctor notice and think I am batty. Surely it would only be a one-time faux pas.
Nope, since then it has happened everyday, today it happened twice, my shirt, then my sweater. I kid you not.
Darch
Monday, February 12, 2007
....waiting.............
Today I am wearing a real maternity blouse. Normally I can look more casual at work but this afternoon I have an off-site meeting so I had to look more professional. The thing is, I am not that big yet so the blouse is a little bit of over-kill. I don’t have the belly to fill it out!
People keep telling me the pregnancy will go by so quickly. Right now every day feels like a week. I am sure when I look back it will all seem like it was over in a blink of an eye. Until then I just wish my belly was large enough to fill out this blouse. (Remind me of this if I ever complain about feeling fat!).
Darch
People keep telling me the pregnancy will go by so quickly. Right now every day feels like a week. I am sure when I look back it will all seem like it was over in a blink of an eye. Until then I just wish my belly was large enough to fill out this blouse. (Remind me of this if I ever complain about feeling fat!).
Darch
Friday, February 9, 2007
Water, an old friend of mine.
Have gotten a few emails from family about how much they enjoy the blog, thanks, I have really enjoyed writing on it. I have turned off word verification to make it easier to leave comments should you wish to. I do have comment moderation on so that if trolls want to leave nasty comments they won’t see the light of day.
Had a visit with Dr T, she is my OB and will hopefully delivering the Wee Pea if everything goes well. Now the reason I say if everything goes well is that 4 women with high-risk pregnancies have been sent to Grand Falls, Montana as there was no room within the NICU. Last year some women in early labour were asked to make the trip to Canmore or Banff, as there were no beds in Calgary. Scary. After telling my mom about these stories she said that I should have a home-birth, not such a bad idea, my mom was a maternity nurse.
The thing is when we first started trying to get pregnant, I thought my ideal birth plan would be, an at-home, water birth with a doula and mid-wives. Her suggestion brought me back there, a nostalgic look back to when I thought it would be all so easy. My attitudes and thoughts seem so naïve to me now. But women do it. A few weeks ago I read Lily’s birth story, part 1 & 2, it was an at-home, water birth. I can’t tell you how much my heart ached to be able to still see that as an option. But I don’t.
My new birth plan is to have a healthy baby, preferably a vaginal delivery unless it will be unsafe for the baby, no drugs unless I can’t take it anymore, no episiotomy unless it looks like I am going to tear. To relax me, Bones can remind me of one of our first dates, swimming together up at my father’s farm. We sat on the dock in the middle of the lake, talking, getting to know each other in that new love kind of way, also trying to figure out how we were going to get back to the other dock without being drowned by Sam, (one of my dogs that would be so worried about us in the water she would whine and try to climb on top of us). One way or another, water will be in the room.
Back to my visit with Dr T, hearing the heartbeat is the very best thing about these visits. The heartbeat is healthy and strong, 150.
Darch
Had a visit with Dr T, she is my OB and will hopefully delivering the Wee Pea if everything goes well. Now the reason I say if everything goes well is that 4 women with high-risk pregnancies have been sent to Grand Falls, Montana as there was no room within the NICU. Last year some women in early labour were asked to make the trip to Canmore or Banff, as there were no beds in Calgary. Scary. After telling my mom about these stories she said that I should have a home-birth, not such a bad idea, my mom was a maternity nurse.
The thing is when we first started trying to get pregnant, I thought my ideal birth plan would be, an at-home, water birth with a doula and mid-wives. Her suggestion brought me back there, a nostalgic look back to when I thought it would be all so easy. My attitudes and thoughts seem so naïve to me now. But women do it. A few weeks ago I read Lily’s birth story, part 1 & 2, it was an at-home, water birth. I can’t tell you how much my heart ached to be able to still see that as an option. But I don’t.
My new birth plan is to have a healthy baby, preferably a vaginal delivery unless it will be unsafe for the baby, no drugs unless I can’t take it anymore, no episiotomy unless it looks like I am going to tear. To relax me, Bones can remind me of one of our first dates, swimming together up at my father’s farm. We sat on the dock in the middle of the lake, talking, getting to know each other in that new love kind of way, also trying to figure out how we were going to get back to the other dock without being drowned by Sam, (one of my dogs that would be so worried about us in the water she would whine and try to climb on top of us). One way or another, water will be in the room.
Back to my visit with Dr T, hearing the heartbeat is the very best thing about these visits. The heartbeat is healthy and strong, 150.
Darch
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Hormones - Check
Well I have always been on the emotional side, to put it mildly. I gesture away wildly when talking about the most mundane issue. One time, while driving and not even speaking a word, my hands where moving. Bones inquired as to what I was doing. Thinking about things in my head, of course.
These days it has gone to a whole new level. Last week driving into work I started crying, about nothing, felt crazy, but I couldn’t stop. By the time I had pulled into work it had stopped. Thankfully I caught a glance of myself in the mirror before getting out of the car. I had been wiping away my tears with my black leather gloves. I looked like a drag queen at a funeral and I wasn’t even wearing make-up! The solution: start crying again and wipe the tears away with my hands. Totally forgot about the wet naps we keep in the car.
In contrast, yesterday I was driving home from work with such excitement I felt like I couldn’t contain it. I had a grin from ear to ear that nothing could touch. I even went to fill up the car with gas, after leaving work 1.5 hours late, it was night, cold and really snowy, nothing could mess with my mood. It may not sound like such a feat to most, but for a cold wimp who is usually exhausted by the end of the day, it was quite an accomplishment.
Today the good mood continues. When I went to clean the snow off my car, I also cleaned off the neighbour’s car.
Hormones – check!
Darch
These days it has gone to a whole new level. Last week driving into work I started crying, about nothing, felt crazy, but I couldn’t stop. By the time I had pulled into work it had stopped. Thankfully I caught a glance of myself in the mirror before getting out of the car. I had been wiping away my tears with my black leather gloves. I looked like a drag queen at a funeral and I wasn’t even wearing make-up! The solution: start crying again and wipe the tears away with my hands. Totally forgot about the wet naps we keep in the car.
In contrast, yesterday I was driving home from work with such excitement I felt like I couldn’t contain it. I had a grin from ear to ear that nothing could touch. I even went to fill up the car with gas, after leaving work 1.5 hours late, it was night, cold and really snowy, nothing could mess with my mood. It may not sound like such a feat to most, but for a cold wimp who is usually exhausted by the end of the day, it was quite an accomplishment.
Today the good mood continues. When I went to clean the snow off my car, I also cleaned off the neighbour’s car.
Hormones – check!
Darch
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Oh what a picture
Wow, I got my first comment, how exciting. I eagerly called up bones to read it to him. He thinks I am a dork. Thank-you Kathryn.
To the left you can see some of absolutely-could-not-resist purchases. I love sock monkeys. There is some beautiful quilting fabric with sock monkey images on them but I have resisted. A bit too subdued for my taste. Although bones has asked, ‘what if Wee Pea doesn’t like bright colours?’ ‘Tough’, was my simple response. Man this parenting thing is a blast!
Although I am sure one of my crafty friends or family members would have gladly made me a sock monkey, this one was made by a person who has a physical or psychological disability. Craftworks is the organization and let me tell you the handiwork was beautiful. I also got a bib that was a duck, the beak had a squeaky toy within it, and a burp pad with colourful bug fabric on one side and terry cloth on the other. Never too young to instill some social responsibility. I am going to be a really fun mom huh!
To the right are some more absolutely-could-not-resist purchases. Bones was concerned about the camouflage pants if we have a girl. Then our little girl will be wearing camo pants. If she is traumatized by it then haven’t we only done our duty as parents? So he has requested that I don’t get angry with him if he can’t find the baby in backyard while wearing those pants. Deal – although I have a sneaking feeling it won't be an issue.
Not sure when Bones will feel the urge to update you on his feelings......sorry I fell of my chair laughing so hard.....share his feelings......man I crack me up......not too sure when he will post anything, so I will give you a quick update. He is doing really well, has been looking after me and the dogs so well, without complaint, or at least not to my face which is greatly appreciated. I owe him big time. He is really excited about the baby. There is a reason he is known as Jungle Bones, (Jungle Bones instead of Jungle Gym), by our friends children.
Darch
To the left you can see some of absolutely-could-not-resist purchases. I love sock monkeys. There is some beautiful quilting fabric with sock monkey images on them but I have resisted. A bit too subdued for my taste. Although bones has asked, ‘what if Wee Pea doesn’t like bright colours?’ ‘Tough’, was my simple response. Man this parenting thing is a blast!
Although I am sure one of my crafty friends or family members would have gladly made me a sock monkey, this one was made by a person who has a physical or psychological disability. Craftworks is the organization and let me tell you the handiwork was beautiful. I also got a bib that was a duck, the beak had a squeaky toy within it, and a burp pad with colourful bug fabric on one side and terry cloth on the other. Never too young to instill some social responsibility. I am going to be a really fun mom huh!
To the right are some more absolutely-could-not-resist purchases. Bones was concerned about the camouflage pants if we have a girl. Then our little girl will be wearing camo pants. If she is traumatized by it then haven’t we only done our duty as parents? So he has requested that I don’t get angry with him if he can’t find the baby in backyard while wearing those pants. Deal – although I have a sneaking feeling it won't be an issue.
Not sure when Bones will feel the urge to update you on his feelings......sorry I fell of my chair laughing so hard.....share his feelings......man I crack me up......not too sure when he will post anything, so I will give you a quick update. He is doing really well, has been looking after me and the dogs so well, without complaint, or at least not to my face which is greatly appreciated. I owe him big time. He is really excited about the baby. There is a reason he is known as Jungle Bones, (Jungle Bones instead of Jungle Gym), by our friends children.
Darch
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Could it be????
This past Saturday I was driving home from a Quilt ‘til You Wilt, (it is literally as it sounds, you quilt until you can’t quilt no more, this is a rip roaring good time for those who don’t feel complete until they stitch two pieces of fabric together that day, which I am one, ahhh the adventures…..), and I got this strange poking feeling in my lower abdomen. Gas? Nope not gas…..Cramps?!?! Nope not that either……could it be, COULD IT FREAKING BE MY WEE PEA!!!!
Well that is what I think, although it is a bit early for a curvy woman such as myself but what else could it have been? It was about 6-7 inches below my belly button slightly to the left. Sometimes it is rhythmic, sometimes it isn’t, sometimes it is even just one poke. It doesn’t hurt, more odd, like being poked from the inside, almost butterflies but the poking feeling was a bit too distinctive. So ladies who have been here before me, could this be my Wee Pea, or I am smoking crack?
Darch
Well that is what I think, although it is a bit early for a curvy woman such as myself but what else could it have been? It was about 6-7 inches below my belly button slightly to the left. Sometimes it is rhythmic, sometimes it isn’t, sometimes it is even just one poke. It doesn’t hurt, more odd, like being poked from the inside, almost butterflies but the poking feeling was a bit too distinctive. So ladies who have been here before me, could this be my Wee Pea, or I am smoking crack?
Darch
Thursday, February 1, 2007
TMI - a Too Much Information post
Any time you see, ‘TMI- ‘, that will signify a post where I might talk a little openly about something you may not really want to know, like how freaking itchy my damn boobs are these days! Although I will not write about anything that I would feel uncomfortable about any of my friends and family knowing, I have a habit of sometimes be more open than you may care for.
For example, when I was talking about expanding the family way back when with my FIL, I told him it could take awhile due to my long and unruly cycles. Bones was horrified, ‘can’t believe you said that to my dad, I don’t talk to him about that kind of stuff”. What went through my mind, ‘no shit Sherlock you don’t HAVE cycles’, what came out of my mouth, ‘he is married with 2 daughters, he probably has already heard about these types of things and if he hasn’t, it is about time’. I don’t know that or anything else that I have discussed with my FIL made him feel uncomfortable, he is far too polite and gracious to let me know, (by the way I won the in-law lottery, and I am not just saying that because they may be reading this, it is just true).
Now back to my boobs, hey I did warn you, they are huge, I would say obscene, hot and itchy. Right now I am at my desk at work and want to just scratch away. Somewhere there is this little voice in the back of my head telling me that it would be unprofessional, so far I have been listening, but no one has ever told me outright it is so….
Darch
For example, when I was talking about expanding the family way back when with my FIL, I told him it could take awhile due to my long and unruly cycles. Bones was horrified, ‘can’t believe you said that to my dad, I don’t talk to him about that kind of stuff”. What went through my mind, ‘no shit Sherlock you don’t HAVE cycles’, what came out of my mouth, ‘he is married with 2 daughters, he probably has already heard about these types of things and if he hasn’t, it is about time’. I don’t know that or anything else that I have discussed with my FIL made him feel uncomfortable, he is far too polite and gracious to let me know, (by the way I won the in-law lottery, and I am not just saying that because they may be reading this, it is just true).
Now back to my boobs, hey I did warn you, they are huge, I would say obscene, hot and itchy. Right now I am at my desk at work and want to just scratch away. Somewhere there is this little voice in the back of my head telling me that it would be unprofessional, so far I have been listening, but no one has ever told me outright it is so….
Darch
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