brought to you by the letter "o"

thats right my daughter is officially brilliant...natch. today we had a major phonetic breakthrough, lyndon was bouncing on the excercise ball with estelle (a daily routine which she demands) and he said "o" to her, sort of cooing, all sweet like...when suddenly what to our wondering eyes should appear....but little e studying his mouth and copying the shape...followed by an "o" herself!!! thats right she was copying him! too sweet and i'd say quite brilliant non? see for yourself...

my famous fab hubby

last night there was a stabbing in saugga and my hubby was on the scene...this is his back side on city tv! hee hee. isnt he dreamy?

no other option. period.

i have a new hero. his name is will. and he is fab. will smith was on ellen today and lyn and i happened to catch his appearance. will is so casually funny that its immensely endearing. we decided that will is one of those celebs that we would be friends with... hands down (note: undoubtedly, will would want to be our friends too.) will was talking about his life and how happy he is and as always, he got asked about his relationship with jada. he and jada have been married 10 years, which ellen side-noted is actually like 50 years in celebrity marriage years...and she is right. there are maybe a handful of celebrities that can boast that many years of marriage.

will said, and i quote, " jada and i decided that there are no other options to being together forever." he said that there are times in everyone's life when their sig. other will say or do something that will make you think...um thats worthy of a divorce....but really its not. we all have disagreements and fights etc. but the main problem with marriages is that there are too many options. you can always opt out of a marriage, so they agreed that they are elliminating the options. the only option is either they live together grumpy at each other or they get over it and live their lives joyfully. i love this. eliminate the option. they took that till-death-do-us part thing seriously. and i love it.

will went on to say something else that i love..."your life gets better the more good people you surround yourself with" i just really appreciate his positive outlook on life, they are simple concepts articulated simply. well done...well done.

the little e top ten

my little estelle (e for short) is so fab i cant get enough of her...except when at 2am she wants to hang out...love that but would rather it happen around 2pm...sigh. anyways, she is a great little buddy for me, she has been wedding dress shopping (not for me), out for din din in greek town, to her first dinner in a vineyard in NOTL, to baby showers and wedding showers alike, and she has been an angel about it all. sure she has had her fussy moments but really... shes only a month old!

here are my top ten little e favs to date.... ahem

1. george costanza/dave letterman hair-do - my sweet little girlie had such pretty hair upon her arrival. just a light dusting of blondish reddish hair...nice and evenly dispersed...so sweet. about two days ago the hair at the front started to thin...poor thing. sh now has hair akin to that of dave letterman! so sad...cant wait for the regrowth...and yet so funny i love it!

2. pursed lips face - she does this face where she purses her lips as though she might be saying "ooo i wouldn't do that" and then often fills her pants...kills me!

3. adult bodily noises - she has the sweetest coo of a newborn and then i turn around and shes belching like a trucker...and yet i praise her... lyndon cant figure out why i kiss her and scowl at him for the same noise.

4. shes brilliant - she has been sucking her thumb since she was a week old...great hand eye coordination

5. shes very advanced - she already is laughing up a storm...usually that doesn't happen for another month or two...but clearly she is riddled with genius ;) (see video for proof)

6. morning girl chats - when we wake up for little e's first am feeding when she is done, we just lie in bed and chit chat, shoot the breeze, plan out our day...i love it. i usually get some giggles too

7. make-up lessons - when i get ready in the morning i put little e in her bouncy chair as i get ready ...the only way i can keep her from howling is to talk about why and how im applying makeup and styling my hair...she is right into it.

8. her breath - she has the sweetest freshest coziest (yes it can be cozy) breath ever... i love that little milk mouth!

9. drama queen - she has already started at this early age to fake cough. yes fake cough in order to get attention...love it... im kinda proud actually at her ingenuity ;)

10. polite as always - when little e is resting or feeding or chilling she often has her hands either clasped together or folded under her head...what a doll!

and shes all mine! oh and lyndons too...

lessons learned...and learning

being a mumsie is totally a learning experience. not a day goes by where i haven't gathered some new tidbit on how wrong everything i do is. seriously. in fact sometimes i wonder how on earth i have gone by undetected by child services...i mean how could someone who wraps their child in a blanket be left with her unattended?! gasp. lessons i have learned...so far:


1. i will never be in need of a personal trainer - pro meet estelle. my 3 week old baby keeps me in shape far better than anyone i pay to ever could. it seems her favourite things include us lunge walking around the house while holding her, bouncing on the exercise ball and plain old holding her for hours on end...my pipes are getting stroooong.

2. breastfeeding is not easy. period. in fact....it sucks (no pun intended) no one will tell you the truth about the horrors of breastfeeding because the b.f. advocacy groups out there know that if you were to know the truth...you wouldn't even consider it. its a big conspiracy folks...sigh...and i'm caught in it ;)

3. babies are nocturnal. they sleep like wee angels all day with the full intention to give you a run for your money starting oh around 9pm and lasting until about 6am.

4. my daughter likes nothing better but to let you think you know what she wants, because this worked last time, and then keep you on your feet by demanding something completely different.

5. nursery rhymes suck. in fact lull-a-byes mostly do too. and ps as i start to sing them to her in a desperate attempt to calm her....i realize i have no idea what the words are...luckily she doesn't know the difference!

6. people are ignorant. perfect strangers are more than willing...in fact they are downright forceful in stating their opinions and "wisdoms" in child rearing...it only gives us more reason to not like people. and ps keep your dirty germy hands off my child.

7. people are ignorant. the home care nurse came to my house the other day just to see how im managing since the baby's arrival and see how estelle is adjusting. on her visit she also provided me with pamphlets on the baby's development and safety tips and the kicker....a pamphlet entitled "never shake a baby". um...say what now? are you telling me that there are people who are so stupid that they need to be given literature informing them it is not a good idea to shake a baby?! whoa.

8. im a snob. the home care nurse also brought me all sorts of information on community programs for new mums and babies. you know the sit-in-a-circle-with-strangers-and-sing type thing? or the meet-new-friends-by-walking-with-our-babies-in-strollers-together deal? all i have to say is, i don't need new friends, i have fab ones already, and in a month angela will be down the street with her babe and frankly i'm pretty confident she will agree with me on this whole fiasco. our daily "program" will include walking to starbucks and back, and done.

9. i have never fallen in love with anything so quickly in my whole life!

estelle...aka bernice

yes its true. since day one i have not been able to go a full day...nay a full ten minutes without calling estelle bernice. my poor daughter. in the hospital when i called her "bernice" and then corrected myself, the nurse asked "was that the other name you were considering?" i had to shake my head no and sheepishly admit..."its my dog's name." this simple slip of the tongue is driving me crazy...i've opted to call them both "peanut" for now...minimize the chance of awkward moments.

what a wild 11 days its been. feels more like a month. its been a complete whirlwind, chaos, and....its been great. not all of it mind you, i doubt anyone could agree that 15 hours of labour ending in a c-section would fall under the "great" category, but otherwise my little doll has made it ideal. in fact, i love her so much that my heart hurts! i swear i cry twice a day... easy!

we were bracing ourselves for the long beureacratic process of getting our little estelle lois registered in the world (made trackable i guess) so we applied last week for her birth certificate and SIN number, and sat back to await their arrival sometime midsummer. this would also be the factor that could slow down applying for a passport which would prohibit our florida travel plans, hence our desire to get moving on that. the shocker of the month was that 2 days after applying i had the bc and two days after that i had the SIN! so very lucky for us since lyn and i are both on the pogey, estelle can start working maintenant! ;)

the new d-list of celebs

blogging is creating a new kind of celebrity. i will refer to bloggers as being on the d-list. we are not talking world-wide notoriety here, but there is a defnite satisfaction in being "noticed." blogs are helping narrow the gap of 6 degrees of separation. i would bet that we are closer to a 3 degree rule these days. it gives me some good tingly vibes when i hear someone tell me that they have been reading my blog. and to be honest i think that's what keeps me going. basically what i do is write a journal, but anyone can read it. when i was younger i used to keep journals (aka diaries in the 80's) but i would do it for like a week tops...then forget about it for a few months and come back to it, thus leaving behind a disjointed trail of my teenage existence. i have found about 5 different books as i cleaned out my old room at my parents house, all randomly filled out...only to about the 10th page though. abruptly, my life sagas end and i have no proof to track the dramatic days of my youth. thanks to blogging - and in a way i view it as "performing" - i am going to have a great way of tracking how my life in my twenties played itself out. its the audience that motivates me...the recognition...the minute fame.

great story to explain the accuracy of this celebrity....so my friend jos tells me her friend from work reads her blog, in doing so he sees the link to mine, and in reading mine he notices the link to ryan's "straight from the arse." ryan's blog is rather sport-centric in content and clearly has a largely sport fanatic following. well this guy (don't know his name) ends up loving it. laughs, and cant get enough of ryan's posts. (odd isn't it that when reading someone's blog, you realize you know a lot about them; their interests, their passions, the details of their day-to-day life that they disclose, so much so, that you create a connection.) anyway, one weekend he was out and he saw ryan...recognized him! (ryan you are a star) and then realized in an awkward moment that they don't officially know one another, and that their friendship is all one-sided and strictly through the written word. the thing is, i think if someone approached me and recognized me because of my writing, i would be thrilled, it would boost my confidence, motivate me to keep writing, and make me feel like the d-list celeb i like to think i am!

ps im pretty sure ryan would be cool with the recognition as well...thats how he rolls ;)

heather, meet stew.

its killing me...the anticipation. as i sit and wait for somethign to happen (and really who knows what im looking for exactly) all i do is stew. heather, meet stew. seriously this last week is murder. my doc made me stop working to keep my feeties up (still workin from home, but the feet are up...most often). so what does one do while they wait? i putter around, clean, take baths, get my nails done...but seriously i cant stop thinking about what is supposed to happen in 2 DAYS!!! its the unknowing really. like there is no one in the world who can prepare me for what my body will go through this weekend, or soon there after (my fingers are crossed).

everyone says to me "just think of how amazing it will be to hold her"...and sure... im looking forward to that, but frankly i cant, at this point, see past the actual delivery. i feel like a kid on her first day of school in a class where i know no-one and in a country where i dont speak the language! mariss says shes never seen me this way before, im totally out of my element here. not worried about the baby part after, its just the during.....sigh.

well i guess im about to take one for the team, i know i will have lots of insight to diclose post-partum, but to those who are anxiously anticipating your own d-day....im sure it will bring little comfort no matter what i have to tell.


um hello....2 DAYS!

oh but naturally her wardrobe is ready.

my first week on the pogey

well its official im on the pogey, as of monday morning i no longer work for rice, and now i work for the government...sort of. i mean i haven't gotten a pay cheque yet, but presumably it will be pretty straight forward...right? so i have been working away at some web stuff, and cleaning the house, and napping ;) the worst part is, i have no energy to enjoy this time off! i have loads i could do, but its hard to convince me to leave the house right now...its just i have no motivation. the grocery store seems miles away!

whats crazier still is that in a week and a half (give or take) i will have a baby...yah i know. surreal.
i just cant entirely wrap my head around this concept, like how will this change me? how will i be?

t minus 12 days

heather = 2 cups of anxiety, spoonful of excitment and a healthy dose of terror...sounds like about the right mix!

garbage picker!

do you remember in grade school when next to "nose picker", "garbage picker" was the most embarassing thing you could be accused of? i can remember accidentally tossing my cherry scented marker (incidentally my favourite) into the garbage and having an internal conversation with myself rationalizing whether or not i should forgo the yummy marker, or face possible mortification...i chose to go for it. i grabbed it before it absorbed all the garbage germieness only to realize...i had a witness... i could hear the words before they formed on her mouth....garbage picker!! sigh...pure tragedy, how could i ever get over such a title. (sadly it was years before i realized that you have to play these things off with nonchalance in order for them to be dropped...but i digress)

it seems as though the embarrassment of garbage picking although still an lingering issue in adulthood, seems to have certain exceptions...or at least it seems that way in my hood tonight. you see its large garbage pick-up this week. this means the junk people have been storing all year is out on the curb for pick-up tomorrow...or the for the odd miraculous "find," tonight. i was cleaning the front bedroom tonight when i noticed tail-lights on a pickup truck laden with paraphenalia...furniture, appliances, wood...etc. the hazards were on and i realized that they were going through my garbage! for a second i wanted to run out and say "hands off thats my junk!" (i get very possessive) and i watched as other cars were doing the same thing. i have heard that oakville is one of the best places to rifle through the big trash, thats the word on the street anyways. but still. can i honestly imagine the embarassment of people watching me pick through their junk at night and cart it off?! maybe i need to get over my pride...but i just cant ever chance that fateful moment when someone might lean out their window and yell "garbage picker!"

living in the dark ages...in 2008

so we have (semi) officially moved back to our 'hood. back in o-town we are....but we are living in the dark ages. no phone, no tv, no internet. it suddenly occurred to me that i don't consider it "living there" without the modern day conveniences we have come to expect. you see, living without one of these amenities is no big deal...but all three?! goodness me, how did/do people manage?! i think i at least need internet. tv, i can live without (at least for awhile) and i have my cell to keep me connected....but without the internet...how does one get by?!

drywall dust has become my nemesis at good ol 489. it is a never-ending battle. i dont think it will ever stop. and if anyone just has a hankering for trim painting...i can satisfy your want ;) another weird thing we are living without is vanity mirrors. have you ever tried brushing your teeth while staring at a blank wall? it almost makes it pointless. i know i know...drama...but seriously its as though it doesn't work without being able to eyeball the rigor of the brush strokes.

well as whiny as i sound it is nice to be back in our space, even if its taking bernice a little getting used to. but i do miss having mumsie rub my puffy feet every night! ;)

ps the random photo is from holly's shower...doesn't it scream "hi i'm holly, and welcome to my cooking show...can i show you around?!" love love it.

r.s.v.p.....p!

you know one of the things that bugs me? its people who forget to r.s.v.p. i know i know...its not the way this generation works. there is something in our society that has instilled in us the inability to commit to any event until the last minute for fear of missing out on something else, something potentially better. but quite frankly...its just rude. (i feel like i'm having deja vu...have i written about this before? if so, my apologies, but i claim immunity due to preggo brain)
its so simple...just send a note, drop a line, r.s.v.p. pleasssssssssse. deep breath....and scene.

so although the blog is (admittedly) a very self-interested mode of communication, i have in the past done my utmost to ensure that my content varied and focussed outward as well as inward. of late, i must say that i fear due to my unique state of being, that i have been very... me, me, me...oh and more specifically preggo me....i fear i am limiting my readership because of the narrow road my content is traveling on. to all readers, i apologize for the "baby talk", its just that it has taken the foremost position in my frontal lobe and pushed all other insight to the mushy part in the back. i vow to make a come back, and i will try to at the very least alternate my subject matter, but for now...its really going to be all about me! and only once you have tried this thing called pregnancy on for size...can you suddenly understand how justified the self-concern is ;)

my tragedy du jour

its a tragedy thats for sure...its debilitating, its identity eliminating, its tragic! i can't wear any of my shoes. the feet are so swollen that i have been wearing uggs for the last six months and in the cold weather i have managed to ignore the situation...plus it was only after my flight to mexico (erin you owe me ;)) that my feet bubbled up and have refused to return to their natural size. ick. its embarrassing and frustrating and ....i miss my shoes! i have lovely shoes! i have many pairs! but this morning i had a choice between my old navy flip flops or my mesh asian shoes to wear to the office (grandpa would be ticked) so so sad. thankfully i got a long (maxi) dress for my nana's gala...so i can hide whatever foot wear i might manage to fit on my chubby person movers...im thinking flip flops are semi-ok for black tie non?!...sigh... i cant wait for june...they better be back to normal by then!

keeping my toes crossed!

ps ive been watching heidi on season two of project runway all hugely preggo and still wearing fab shoes....i dont buy it. she clearly kicks them off the minute the cameras go off...no doubt.

labours...of love...ed?

(ok so i had to add the "ed". anyone who has watched the greatest movie of all time will recall the scene where mike myers is performing poetry in a beatnik style...sigh i haven't watched that in a long time...) ahem... so im not sure how many would approve of beginning a piece of writing (even so lowly a form as that of the blog entry) with a statement in parenthesis, but it was needed... so there.

now to clarify my title. labours of love. that is the name of the prenatal courses i took this weekend. please let me start by saying they are optional and i did sign up for them, in order to prepare myself for the unavoidable...birth. ick. so lyndon and i headed to the hospital 8:30am on sat morning...before any sane person would be awake on the weekend...and signed in to learn about what is in store. naturally we sat in the back, and got ready to be initiated into the freak show world of preggo broads and their hubbies. after about 30 minutes lyn got queasy...no not from the content...from the flu. after two hours he had to leave. poor guy, the bug got him. so quickly i went from "couple" to "single mum". on my break i called my sissie and she came to be my partner...thus taking me from "single mum" to "pc couple." thank goodness she did come, since in the afternoon it was all about couples massage, and co-partner encouragement...i would have had a hard time on my own.

prior to taking this class i had a sense of confidence (albeit perhaps false) that childbirth is something that i can do. note i did not say easily, but i figured i'd get through it. as i sat there listening to all the possible horrors that await me, i realized....i dont want to do this. i want to take it back. right now. i just cant even imagine, that which is about to destroy my body, and i am 50% to blame. i sat there listening to women talk in detail about the process, and realized without a doubt i want to be the 1 in 4 at OT that have a c-section, i mean can't i just sign up for it? i'll do it. i'll take one for the team. sigh...its all so tragic.

so today i went back with my mumsie as my partner and and learned more info. they had all these rules about bathing a baby and diapering and details on every aspect of breathing... and suddenly it was all too much. i mean, i have bathed and diapered and cared for many kids but suddenly there are rules about it? ...and i have never been great with rules. i needed out of there, i needed to leave, so at the break we decided to make an exit. but now i felt unsure, and overwhelmed. i want my confidence back...i need that. cant i just go back to my oblivion? i hope after a few days i can forget what ive been told and ignore what will become of me...for now.

preggo product props

so here we go, first product endorsement in quite awhile...thats right i'm proud to support...power mama spanx! thats right, you heard me, spanx has a maternity line. and let me tell all of you preggos out there (or preggos to be) these are worth the investment. not only do they shape (aka smooth out the jiggly bits) but the "pouch" in the front gives support for the blossoming belly! need it. get it. now.

and further props to the marketers at spanx...when i opened my package there was a card inside that said "you've waited nine months to wear your favorite outfit, so why wait any longer" and it advertised super spanx, with extra tummy control! smart smart smart....cause yes i will buy them. wouldn't you?

well here i am entering the 33rd week of my pregnancy, and its starting to get a little...achy.
but really...im doing well. last night the babes was kicking so hard i felt her foot! it was wild.

ps. small discovery...mcdonalds gives free soda water (yes im pregnant so im allowed to eat there...no judgement!)

i met her!

that's right. today i met my little girl...well sort of. we got our 3D ultrasound today! it was...surreal. she was a sleepy little one and kept her arm in front of her face for most of it, but lyndon poked my side hard enough that she finally moved and we got a couple face shots...weirdly enough...we saw some of my bro in her! maybe it was the moody expression ;) haha...totally wild though, and it was great to re-confirm...its a girlie! (thank goodness i would have way too many clothes to return ;))


so its been an exciting month so far; jetted to mexico to watch erin and cam get married, braved the storm on sat night to see the leafs, 3D ultrasound today...and ps the month is only half over!


can i just tell you that in two months i will be a ...gasp...parent? its starting to sink in now...are we ready for it? can you ever be? there are so many things to think about, its more complicated than i realised. like...cant she just "be" and that's that?

my latest conundrum is the question of vaccinations...to vaccinate or not? this is a biggie. many people believe that the number of vaccinations children receive today is in direct connection with the increase in cases of autism. this is a serious deal folks. johns hopkins university says 1 in 150 kids in the US today have autism. when we were kids it was 1 in 20,000. um hello? that is a fairly substantial increase. steffie sent me a report today where a court in florida just agreed that in a specific case regarding a little girl that her autism was caused by some of the vaccines she was given. so i checked the johns hopkins site...they say that it is not the vaccines but a reaction from a pre-existing genetic condition coupled with "environmental and genetic factors" that cause autism. so the question is...do you risk it? both sides are interesting...kids will receive something around 122 vaccinations by the time they are 18. the question is looming and the grey area is wide...at least to me, so far. do you vaccinate to protect your child from potentially debilitating diseases (note: the US just introduced a chicken pox vaccine...seems extreme to me), or do you not vaccinate and chance that your child (in a society primarily stricken of these conditions) will not become infected with said sicknesses, or do you quantify and qualify each vaccination your child gets...pick and choose per say, and if you do that, do you have the knowledge to make the educated decision...lord knows im not a doctor...sigh...

my reasearch continues...

http://www.hopkinshospital.org/health_info/Infectious_Diseases/reading/child_vaccines.html

baby spice...literally

last week sommer called me and said she was mad at me for being preggo... she wanted to go to the spice girls, but thought i wouldnt want to go cause of the baby bump. pardon et moi?! i think not...i had been wanting these tickets! in fact i even had my pops try to get me some....to no avail, so when sommer heard i was in (with a price cap) she quickly went to ebay and bought us tickets to the final spice girls concert ever. it was fab! what shocked me most was the age of most of the audience...13 year olds prevailed as the biggest fans (oh the memories of being 13 and screaming at concerts till you went horse) can i just take a moment to ask...if these girls are 13 now...how old were they when the spice girls were "in"? what like 4? seriously. anyways i think i shocked my little bean with all the noise...but she was quick to get in the groove and spent the whole concert dancing her heart out in my belly. she's a natural...baby spice. natch...

as i sat there wondering how young you can be at a concert, is there an age limit...the spice girls brought their kids on stage, and cruz posh's son break danced (sorry im really not sure about the grammar on that...broke dance maybe?) ...cuter than anything! so clearly although my bean was likely the youngest there, she was in good company!

well tomorrow we are off to mexico to watch erin and cam get married! so fun, i checked today with my OB and i am good to go (so as to stop all the worried stares). today i actually found out that the baby is breach...but has loads of time to swim around to another spot. i asked the doc how she knew and she grabbed my hand and i felt the baby's head just below my ribs! wild and weird all at once!

ps last night i had a new preggo moment...the feet...they began to swell. i have never seen this before...its horrid. they are chubby and blocky! thank goodness i get to wear flip flops for the next week....all i can hope is that my hat will distract people from looking at them!

little h's oscar wrap

so just finished watching the oscars... and due to the fact that all my laundry is done, my clothes are laid out for tomorrow, im showered and the pets have been fed...i watched the oscar's in entirety. i know. the whooole thing. i don't think i have ever don't that before, but please note i was working on crocheting a baby blanket during the show, so i don't feel my evening to be a complete waste of time.

must start off by saying snaps to the academy for choosing "falling slowly" from the movie once for best song. this movie if you have not seen it, is truly sweet. i was probably the only one to watch it on a flight to vegas in the fall, and i just loved it. i played the sound track to lyndon over and over on our last road trip to ohio and although he claims it "bored him to tears" i find myself humming it. a big recommend from me.

snaps to cameron diaz's dress...can i just be her? honestly, she is funny and real ...i liked that she couldn't say cinematography, and the casual pony with the dress, loved. just right. as for hair...jennifer garner's hair looked parfait! (aside: in fact josie...this is how you need to do your hair for your wedding)

i was a tid bit sad johnnie didnt take best actor for sweeny todd, thought he did a great job in it, and after seeing all the nominees, i realized i need to see about 10 other movies now....cant wait for the dvd's to come out.

okay bed for me and bernice...night all.

ps ...naturally patrick dempsey couldn't have looked dreamier...sigh....

un americano por favor

last weekend we decided to take a mini break and headed down to ohio... ohio is so beautiful this time of year...(note the sarcasm) but really, we went to visit dave and sandra who have just moved there. we figured why not?! did a little shopping, ate some ab fab ice cream at cold stone creamery (poor sandra... we introduced them to this place and its walking distance from their house...bad news and yet so good)

the drive wasnt too bad, and it was great to see them, sandra is preggo too and is due two weeks behind me...so we are about at the same stage, and it is always nice to feel the same way as someone else....even if all you feel is fat ;)

we were talking to them about their soon to be son...a little american born baby...hot rod (aka my dad) thinks we should have our little one in the states too, you know open the doors for their future education and employment, i have some mixed feelings. first i dont think you can schedule soemthing like this, im pretty sure it would be... hang out in the states until you go into labour and then head over to the e.r. (this would mean i dont know the doc, i dont know the hospital, and i dont have my fam nearby) on the other hand, when you are paying for the service you are getting (through the nose mind you) you get true service, and the hospital in ohio for one is brand spanking new...i dunno...it does give the babes a ton of options in the future, but i feel like it might be more hassel than its worth. and what about the war issue...i mean what if there is a draft and my kid has to go fight cause i had her over there....i know drafts dont happen too often...but i mean we are talking about the states...

that being said, my kid could sponsor me to work in florida... mmm sunshine...very tempting non?

ps to all those preggo ladies out there reading my blog, watch your step on the icy-ness...i bailed hard last night...so suave i know...well thats three good bails in the last 6.5 months...my kid's tough!

bow wow ow yippee yo yippee yay

so last night i watched the best parts of the westminster dog show....the toy and working dog categories...plus best in show. there are so many i want! i love loved the pomeranian...little lion was cute as a button, and the st. bernard...i bet he would get along splendidly with bernice. as i watched the show...i noticed something.....something that unified the show....ugly legs. and worse than that, ugly legs coupled with tragic shoes. worse than that still, ugly legs, tragic shoes, and walmart skirt suits! ick. as i watched more and more wide-calfed women in nursing shoes trot with their dogs, i wondered...why?! can someone please tell me is it a requirement to wear a cheap skirt suit that hits the leg at that oh-so-unflattering length on everyone? mum and i wondered...maybe its like how when you go to wimbledon, tradition says you wear white....when you are a dog handler at the westminster, you must make sure you look as hideous from your waist down as you possible...tradition...tradition! (insert fiddler on the roof soundtrack)

or maybe they just want to make the dog look so amazing so they try to make themselves look horrible...i mean i understand the logic of wearing flats when prancing around in front of judges, but come on! i have some fab flats...that i know would really flatter on tv. i even have gone so far as to search the westminster website in hopes that i would find a posting explaining a strict uniform guide for the handlers...but no. in fact i only found more disturbing news...a message board discussion asking where the lady handlers get their "smart skirt suits with the pleats in them"...i need to take a moment.

well in the end the beagle one - uno...a real cutie, but seriously there were about four dogs in the toy category i wanted! um hello could you even get mad at a pomeranian...whos name mind you is razzle dazzel? oh my ...love love.

ps. the yorkie was cute, but even on three legs bernice could have taken her!

thats OB... not BO

i went to the OB yesterday for the first time. she was nice, and although for years i have assumed i would be lucky enough to avoid childbirth thanks to a few pelvic breaks....she told me "no you should be fine, but it might be more painful"...well...i never....like....who says that?! um im about to birth a person and you are telling me i might experience more pain?! i was nay impressed....and yet at the same time...surprisingly calm. there is something in me that has taken over my brain and is telling me...i can do this. no idea why, not even sure why i should listen to let alone trust this clearly mislead voice in my head (who sounds remarkably like my mum by the way) but its there, and im shocked.

she told me that i have to get like three more tests for various things...antibodies, toxic something, and somethign else...it was all a blur, and i was busy thinking about how lyndon was in the waiting room cracking up over a conan o'brien article. well so this is it...im entering the final stretch. third trimester...i know! did that not happen waaaaaaaaaay too fast?! and you know what? im already feeling more exhausted...sigh...

ps my house is still moving along...we are in the drywall stages, but im getting impatient...this last part is taking forever....sigh...i miss my home.

pps only a month till my 3D ultrasound!

ppps i didnt give up anything for lent...id say im already giving up enough non?!