Well, maybe the word “vacation” is stretching it, but the last time I was away from home at all was for my sister-in-law’s college grad last April and we were there for two nights. This time it’s a conference in Edmonton and we’ll be in a hotel for three nights in very nice rooms.

As for the exercise, I can promise you, it was totally accidental. I had to go to the shed to get some luggage for our trip and on the way there, I decided that it would be smart to shovel a path all the way. Ugh. The snow I was shoveling had to be a foot deep (just the stuff I shoveled, not all the way to the ground, even) and it’s a long way to the shed. A really long way. But at least now we’ll be able to get in and out for awhile without being up to our knees in snow. Huffing and puffing and straining is not so easy when you’re five months pregnant…but whatever. I guess it means less work when I have to put the luggage back after we get home.

As for the baby, I had a doctor’s appointment today and my ultrasound was perfectly ordinary. Actually, they called it unremarkable and I like that; it means everything is normal. I’m still feeling like this one is a girl…but we’ll just have to wait until June.

In other news….Jenny found a library book and coloured all over it with a red marker. Yay, Jenny! So I owe the library $22 now to replace it. I think I might be able to get it cheap online though and then just pay the processing fee to the library. Hopefully…I know I can get the book for like $7 on Amazon. Anyway, hooray for two year olds (she won’t be two much longer…yikes!).

My stomach is growling and I still have lots to do so that’s all for week twenty. See you next week, faithful readers. (Har har…I just couldn’t resist…since I do know I have a few of those :))


Quick and simple

January 17, 2008

Nineteen weeks: An ultrasound and some bad news of another kind.  Before I go on to the bad news, the ultrasound seems to be totally normal, there is only one baby, and instead of being further along like I suspected I might be (due to so much movement felt so much sooner), I’m actually four days off on my due date.  So technically, according to the ultrasound, my due date is not June 8th, it’s June 12th.  Yeah, well.  We’ll see.

The bad news?  Mike got laid off.  It’s temporary, but we don’t know how temporary.  It could be weeks or months, so all we can do is look for work in the meantime and hope it doesn’t last too long.  The oil and gas industry up here is huge and when it slows down at all, everything can potentially slow down.  Because everyone is working in the oilfield if they can be, the need for big trucks getting body work done is not very great.  If a truck can still be driven, why get the fender fixed?  Kenworth will hire him back as soon as things pick up, but he needs to get something full time and temporary until that happens and so far, the only jobs cropping up are very low paying, which means I may have to get some work at home employment and we’re going to start delivering Sears catalogues as well. 

I’m off to Bible study in just a few minutes, so that’s all I can manage for now.

Lack of motivation

January 11, 2008

Since I don’t much feel like writing, and I think it’s quite possible that I will end up with a busy Saturday, I’m forcing myself to write today since tomorrow is the end of my eighteenth week.  The amazing thing is that in another week, I’ll be halfway through this pregnancy.  Hooray!! 

This week has been uneventful but for the business at home that I haven’t tackled.  I suppose I’ve been sick again and I have to be very careful to eat soon enough in the morning or I’ll get sick (as I did last Sunday morning before church – I drank some water but didn’t start eating fast enough and I threw up all the water..mmmm).  A friend of mine told me about acupressure bands (such as people use for motion sickness) and that her niece is using them for morning sickness.  I think maybe I’ll try them out before I go refill my diclectin prescription.  For thirty pills, I have to pay $48, so if I can get some forever reusable bands for even half of that, it would be worth it (and I don’t think they’ll cost half of that, either). 

Back to the business at home: the situation is that I have too many projects going on and no motivation to finish them.  This is common for me and definitely hits me hard when I’m pregnant.  I feel like I must deserve the luxury of doing nothing all the time when I’m pregnant – at least until I get the urge to do something so strong that I can’t not do it.  Last night, it was cleaning the sink.  Once I got going, I couldn’t just stop.  I have a dozen other things I could do, some of them cleaning or re-organizing, but some are just working on writing or craft projects.  Yesterday, I watched a video on herb gardens and there were two segments that made me feel inspired – one on herbal soaps and the other on essential oils.  I think one thing I’d love to do is start a collection of essential oils.  Just start with one bottle and work my way up until I have a good collection that I can use to make soap, bath salts, massage oils, etc.  Essential oils are relatively expensive here (so far, I only know I can get them at the health food store – which is probably the best idea, anyway), but if I just buy one a month or a few when I have some extra money available, it shouldn’t seem like too much to spend.

Well, lack of motivation is also spreading here…I don’t really feel like writing any more.

Oh, yeah.  The baby is moving a lot.  It feels so much bigger at this stage than it did with Jenny and Elias.  Those old twin fears are inching back at me….

Week seventeen

January 4, 2008

I can’t promise anything lengthy, but if I’m going to hold up my side of the bargain, than I’d better write sometime this week.  I’m feeling rather emotionally overwhelmed today, but it’s induced by an overly emotional book (and hormones don’t help, either).  I don’t think I’ve ever cried so hard or so much as I did reading the book I just finished.  And there are four more in the series.  With any luck, I’ll be able to pick up the next three tonight.  Just after crying my eyes out and nearly giving myself a headache, Jenny came into the kitchen and took the open box of Corn Pops off of the counter (without me noticing).  I was doing something on the computer and then calling Mike at work when she came back into the kitchen, handed me the box and said, “All gone.”  Sure enough, the box was empty.  It was definitely not empty the last time I had poured cereal out of it.  I went into the living room to turn down the TV and expecting to find a huge mess all over the floor (all this time, waiting for Mike to get the phone at work).  Instead, I found a bowl completely full of cereal and a handful on the floor.  Jenny knew what she was doing, anyway.  I told Mike on the phone and we both had a good laugh over it.  Weeping tears over a fictional story one minute and cracking up over my two year olds antics the next makes a person feel a little out of whack.

In other news, I went to the doctor on Wednesday and everything is good (no surprise there).  My doctor did the doppler thing and then said the heartrate was 128 BPM – and if I believed old wives tales, I was having a boy due to the low heartrate.  I don’t think so.  I feel more like this is a girl than a boy, and when I looked back at my journal entries from when I was pregnant with Jenny, her heartrate was frequently around 130, so I’m not buying into it. 

I am feeling quite pregnant most of the time, and certainly looking it.  I look a lot more pregnant than I am, but that’s just the baby pushing up on everything above it and making it all stick out.  I simply cannot suck it in anymore.  My sister-in-law is four weeks ahead of me and has a decent belly, but it’s low down and obviously all baby.  Mine is high, but I know that baby is way down low.  People are starting to rub my belly and make comments, even, but it’s a farce…baby is not where they’re touching.  If they touched where baby was, they’d be a little low for my liking. 

I’m also pretty certain I’ve been feeling movement for quite some time now, but it’s very sporadic.  Reading a journal from when I was pregnant with Elias, I guess he didn’t move much early on either. 

I said I couldn’t promise much, and I was right.  I’m working on some fiction when I have time, which I suppose makes my non-fiction/journaling/blogging not nearly as entertaining as it could be.  However, if I could ever write a book like I’ve thought of doing for as long as I can remember, it would actually bring some revenue, whereas the other type of writing may never pay off (other than that dream job – writing a weekly editorial from home…ahhhh).