Where I'm from - Stolen from my sister.

I am from pink angel/princess sheets, from Laura's subs and no name frozen yogurt.

I am from the house between the fire hydrant and the jungle house. From the greenest street in the neighbourhood, with by far the most cats.

I am from the rosebush in the backyard), the tree fort in an actual tree, and the rope ladder used to get up to it.

I am from turkey dinner on thanksgiving and musical chairs without the music, from my crazy drunken relatives and .

I am from the Nosiest women in the world and being kind to everyone around you.

From stepping on a needle being the cause of a heart attack and being careful not to eat an orange just after drinking milk.

I am from believing what I can see, and feel. The wind in my hair, the warmth of the sun, the grit of the earth underfoot, and helping others whenever I can.

I'm from Canada and England, Stuffing with chestnuts, and mincemeat pie

From the time my brother saved my sister from drowning, the family cat, who tried to climb into my crib when I was a baby and all the animals that came to visit and ended up staying.

I am from a slew of unorganized photos in boxes in my parents basement.

17 weeks

so week 16 was much the same as the previous 10.. I was sick, often.
This week however, I feel a bit better. no puking, no nausea.. and it lasts all day. I don't want to jinx anything, but I think the worst may be over.

Also, I seem to be starting to show! I'm not the smallest woman in the world, so to most, I just look like I gained some extra weight, there is no telltale "bump" but people who see me every day are starting to notice. Also, my clothes are getting wayyyy too tight. Luckily, my husband's-coworkers-wife just gave birth to her fourth child in under four years (twins in the middle!) and so she is ridding herself of anything maternity in an attempt to curb the urge to keep trying for a girl.. (four boys, poor lady). so I get it all! it's mostly not my style, but hell... maternity dress pants are eeeexpensive, I spent 110 bucks on two pairs, which may not seem like much to people who shop, but I avoid shopping like the plague and see that as a crazy waste of money.

So anyway, I have more than enough shirts, I wear everything huge already so all my old shirts will work til I give birth, but pants are another story, and now I think I'm set. I think there were about 12 pairs that work well for me. awesomesauce :)

also, I may *crosses fingers* be going to the hubby's friend's cottage the weekend after next. If I do, I'll just sit around all day and relax and watch his silly friends get drunk and do stupid things. I've never been much of drinker, so I've always enjoyed watching others get shitfaced and stupid :D

here's hoping! yay for relaxing. If I can't go there, I'll go stay with my parents, at least it's green there. I can't stand being stuck in my apartment for a whole day. While I know that I can get out and go for a walk or something, I don't really like being downtown. too many people.. stupid people. When I spend a whole day in the apartment, I get a kind of cabin fever I've never experienced before... another reason why I know we're going to have to move before our lease is up.. but that's a whole other story...

15 weeks!

so, here I am. Fifteen weeks, and I'm surviving! I seem to have stopped vomiting constantly, and am down to once a day. Usually in the morning, I wake up.. set aside twenty minutes or so to upchuck some bile and then I'm fine for the rest of the day. (before you say anything, I've tried eating something small as soon as I wake up, and truthishly? it's just more painful when I throw it up, so I gave up on that)

Work is fine, everyone there knows, and is quite understanding about my strange ways lately (eating an entire cucumber in one sitting, and then going out and buying more cucumber.. to name one thing that made people look at me strangely) mostly, they just enjoy making fun of me about it.

the hubby seems to be a bit more understanding now. I'm not sure what was going on at first, I think he may just have been a bit overwhelmed because there was nothing he could to do to help me, and he's not good at feeling helpless.. so he would just get frustrated and annoyed with me. *sigh*

also, the weather here is awful. it was 33 today, with a humidex of FORTY TWO. That is far too hot, and I think that mother nature is fucking with us. it's supposed to drop down to 20ish this week... so where the hell is 33 coming from!?

Month #4... again?!

So I had my ultrasound (pic in previous post) and just had my follow up appointment today, three weeks later.
I wasn't panicked because I saw my baby, and heard the heartbeat.. so as far as I care, everything is good.
Today, I found out that people can just change your due date all willy nilly! I'm now due November 30th...( getting closer and closer to my neice's birthday.. my sister will be thrilled!)

I thought that once you had a due date, that was it, but I was mistaken. People can just say "newp! it's too small, our estimate was wrong" well bah.

Now at least, some things are explained. I didn't test positive until a week later than I should have. I got sick at 8 weeks, not 6 like most people (but it was actually 6 weeks). Yay! here's hoping that this means I'm not SOL and will stop being so nauseas soon.

Month #4

So I'm 14 weeks and 3 days in. This is the first time that I didn't come home from work and immediately lay down and pray that the nausea would subside.

Starting exactly at week 8, I got violently ill. I had burst blood vessels in my face and eyes and thought for sure I had poisoned myself and would shortly die.

Unfortunately, I did not.. and was left to endure what some sick sadistic bastard had (sooooo inaccurately) named "morning sickness". "morning" sickness?! MORNING?!?!! all fucking day sickness. It never stopped, I vomited as soon as I woke up in the morning, on my way to work, at work, a few times on my way home, and then sat on or near the toilet. This lasted about two weeks before my sister ( I LOVE HER) told me about diclectin. I called my doctor in tears and it was that simple, she called in a prescription and My husband and I went to get it (read: he went and got it while I sat in the car with my head in a bucket.)

I took a pill immediately and hoped that it would help.

after a few days, a miracle happened. I woke up and just lay there. *angels singing*. did you hear that?! I JUST LAY THERE. I didn't run to the bathroom, I didn't throw myself violently over the side of the bed to vomit in a bucket.. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, scared to breathe or move and incur the wrath of the sickness.

Then, I got up! o. m. g. I stood, and DIDN'T VOMIT. I don't know how to express my amazement fully. I had woken up, and then lay there.. then, I stood up, ALL WITHOUT VOMITING. a freakin miracle!


So my little pills of ecstasy ,stamped with a preggo lady were all I needed to survive.

Shortly after that, I vomited.. but hell, I went *at least* half and hour with my insides INSIDE!

Since then, I've been pretty sick, I vomit once daily, and the rest is just a nausea that won't really quit, but it's nothing like that first two weeks where I was convinced that the next time I threw up, there would be an organ or two floating in the toilet.

now, all I have to do is look at this, and it all seems worth it.. but I'm sure as hell gonna point out how rough this kid made my life when he/she won't clean their damn room.

Finally!

So the hubby and I have been trying to get pregnant for about a year. I'd begun thinking that it may never stick. I went through two miscarriages (both very early on, so nothing invasive had to be done) that were disheartening but then, this month my period never arrived. I of course tested the day i was due and got a negative and figured I was just late... again. Then I tested after three days because I've never been *that* late before.. still negative. Hunh.

On saturday, after I was 7 days late, I tested again. I sat there and watched the control line turn dark pink and around the two minute mark, I thought maybe I had wished a second line into existence! It was so faint that I decided to ask my hubby if he could see it and he could! he hugged me and told me (gently) that we'd seen this before and to just hold off on getting too excited.

This morning (sunday) I tested again, I needed a second chance and there was that line again, even darker! definitely a line this time, no doubt about it. I'm still cautiously optimistic, but there's really something there this time, and I'm hoping that because everything feels so different this time (actually having some symptoms that I never had before, the fact that I didn't test positive until later on, this time.. I just *feel* pregnant.. I wish I could explain that), that it will stick. *crosses fingers*

If all goes well, I'll have a baby just after my birthday! :)

Also, I have a job interview this week (hopefully) to see if I got the big promotion. I may have a baby, a new job, and have moved by november. So exciting.. and all a bit overwhelming now that I think about it.

so sick!

I've been sick for about two weeks. I've been told I'm next in line for *the big promotion* and so I've been working my ass off... through the illness, and now I'm a bit worried. I can't swallow without crazy amounts of pain, and both my ears are crackly.

Luckily, I'm on vacation this week (well.. most of) and next, so I can deal with this appropriately.

Christmas is just a few short days away, and I still haven't finished my shopping. This is VERY unlike me.. and I'm so panicked about it. usually I'm done by my birthday in November, but this year.. with a wedding and stuff.. I was a bit busy.. I'm so scatterbrained right now.. I'll update later.