consider yourself lucky

because if we never run into each other in the next 9 months, this is the only picture of me pregnant you will ever see.

In this particular gem of a photo, I am a mere 9 weeks. That means, according to my calculations, by January I shall be roughly the size of a whale. Heaven help us.


I had such good intentions with this pregnancy. I wanted to get out and be very active this summer. Then came the nausea.

I have never known nausea like this before. At least once every five minutes I have to mentally tell myself not to throw up, not to give in to the crazy urges to hurl. And this is me on medication that is supposed to suppress said urges. In fact, not even 10 minutes ago I was brushing my teeth, preparing for bed when I thought to myself, 'I can't remember what it's like to not feel the need to constantly empty the contents of my stomach.' It's disgusting. And I am praying it ends tomorrow. I know it won't, but somehow just praying for it helps.

This is my life right now. Every food I see grosses me out, I have begged and pleaded with Ed to no longer wear deodorant or cologne and I am considering washing my hair with my soap as that seems to be the only scented thing in the shower that doesn't bother me. My shampoo must absolutely go, as well as the dish soap we currently use. Long rides in the car are SO out of the question and even turning a corner in my house too sharply is sometimes too much. The only relief I get is when I sleep. Oh how I wish I could sleep until this is over. I know this is a lot of complaining. But the reality is that even getting out of bed in the morning has become such a task that I think I shall take a short blog break for a while.

I hope this will pass sooner than later. Until then, I shall be catching up on a lot of rest and recruiting the much needed assistance of my wonderful husband.

Loves - Muah!

Oooooh, look what we did

Yes, that's right, we did the unthinkable and had Noah's hair cut. It was a spur of the moment idea and the minute we walked out of the building Ed and I were regretting it.

Why?? Why did we give in to the peer pressure? I think the straw that broke the camels back was when an anonymous source told me that Noah looked 'uncared for' with his long locks.

I'm finally coming to terms with it, but the first couple of days he looked so different it nearly broke my heart. I was debating just gluing his little curls back on, but we all know that would have been a disaster. He looks more like a little boy and less like a baby. Which really was the whole point of the appointment because.....

That's right.
Noah's going to be a big brother.
Naturally we're thrilled! I'll admit, I'm a little nervous of what this means. There's going to be an even parent/child ratio. Despite what people say.. I still remember the pains of labor. (and for the record, I don't know how you can forget something like that) But the thing I'm most worried about is running on almost zero sleep while still trying to maintain a normal home life for the rest of the family. I'm not the best person when I don't get my sleep. Things can get a little scary.
But when I think of how I felt when I first saw Noah, I know things will just work themselves out. And eventually, I'll have two kids sleeping through the night and I'll wonder what I was ever scared of.

Anyways, the baby is due in January. Which makes me just over one month along. I know it's safer to wait until the three month mark to start telling people, but I have this problem when it comes to keeping good news to myself. I just can't do it!

Already this pregnancy is different. I wasn't sick with Noah until the 6 week mark, but this baby is determined to torture me with heartburn and motion sickness like you wouldn't believe! Being in the car is the absolute worst, but even chasing Noah around the house did me in the other day. I'm not sure how women ever survived without Diclectin. It's been my life saver.
All in all, we couldn't be happier and are looking forward to everything the new year will bring!



I managed to get a little video clip of Noah during the haircut just to give you a taste of what the entire 20 minutes looked like...

Happy Mothers Day to All!

Especially my own very special and incredible mother with whom I have a wonderful and lasting friendship. You inspire me to be better, to do better and you always find the good in me. Even when I'm not always listening :) Thank you for all your efforts and years of support!

To my beautiful sisters, those with and without children. The qualities of Motherhood do not come only by having babies. Each of you is unique and very close to my heart. Thank you for your support and understanding in helping me raise my Son. It really does take a village - or in this case, a whole buncha sista's!

Love you!

busy busy

This week I'm hosting a recipe club dinner at my house so I've been cleaning and organizing and shopping like mad. It was driving Ed crazy. I mean 'was' because now that everything has finally come together (minus a few details) he is very happy with the results. We've lived in this humble little apartment for two and a half years now and just in the last week it's really started to feel like a home. It's amazing what a few throw pillows and some plants will do to brighten up a living room.

Our theme for this months recipe club is French Cuisine. It's been a real challenge to think of something that I could attempt to make. Do you want to know what my crazy mind came up with? Creme Brulee. Whew. Wish me luck. I'm doing a sample one this afternoon. Just in case I need a couple of days to rethink my food choice.

Noah was sick again. Does anyone have any idea's on how to naturally boost children's immune systems? It seems every time I turn around he's caught something someone has been walking around with. I love my little boy, but he is miserable when he's sick. Who can really blame him? I hate being sick just as much as the next guy. I'm just asking for a breather in between the bouts of illness. Plus I'm a tad worried about his little body not being able to ward off most bugs easily.

This time when he got sick we were driving on the highway, heading to a BBQ in Okotoks. It was projectile, I was trying to catch it in my bare hands, and it was disgusting. Give me a thousand dirty diapers to change and I'd gladly do it, but the puke? I have a really hard time handling that. To top it all off, we got lost shortly after that and took the longest detour in the history of really long detours. If you can imagine that. He was back to his old self quick enough and was running around the back yard like nothing had happened. But now he has this icky cough. It never ends! Please help.


And because I always like to read a post with pictures, here's some from our week:

Noah asks to play Guitar Hero at least once every day. He especially loves it when his best friend plays with him.

It would seem my husband cannot keep his eyes open for the picture.

These little beaut's are the shoes I bought for Lu Lu Bean. At least twice his size. He didn't take them off the whole afternoon.

Awww aren't cousins sooo cute?

Adorable.