So I had my usual appointment with my doctor today and I was weighed, as usual. Guess what?
For the first time in my life, I finally weigh
3 digits!!!
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
21 hours ago
Hyperactive S.
I've been feeling movement in my belly for several weeks now. I think I mentioned before that it's more distinct...not gas-like. I know the baby's sleeping patterns for the most part, so I sorta know when I'm in for some rumblies in my tumbly. Well, in the past two or three weeks, this child has really been moving. There was one night on my way home on the subway when I could swear this child knew that there would soon be less room to play, and so saw it fit to do somersaults. It was quite a strange, but welcomed, sensation. I imagine that if I had the opportunity (or the audacity) to watch my belly on that ride home, it'd look like my belly had been invaded by an alien. (I watched the V mini-series on TV when I was a kid, and now that it's a regular TV show and I'm pregnant, all sorts of memories from the 80's series are coming back to me.)
"Funny place" #1: my bladder
I know that not too long from now, I'll really be spending more time on the can or looking for one because he'll be sitting on my bladder, but for now, he likes to kick it. It seems that he knows exactly when to kick it too because it often happens when I have to pee. Maybe he thinks it's too full and is crowding his space and thinks if he kicks it, it'll go away.
"Funny place" #2: my colon
This feels WEIRD. Unlike with my bladder, this is pretty random. He's probably actually just kicking downward and all my guts and stuff happen to jiggle my colon. I don't know exactly how close he is to it. Luckily, I've got my colon-control intact, and so this doesn't make me have to go on emergency potty-runs...or have potty runs (ew!).
At the same time though, I think he's learning to distinguish between my baby-talk and my stop-kicking-my-_____-talk. Or at least, he knows what, "Hey! Stop that! You think that's funny?" means. I'm teaching him early ;)
Something about Parenting and "Childing"
I got another good GOOP newsletter yesterday. I love Gwyneth Paltrow when I read some of these things. Anyway, I found yesterday’s particularly interesting, inspiring and informative. As I was telling Mr. S last night, lately I find myself enjoying reading things about life and finding that these things I’m reading are already things I’ve incorporated into my quest for spiritual growth. It makes me feel that I’m already well on my way to self improvement, and of course, that's a good thing.
The newsletter was a BE one, my favourite of all her different “GOOPs”. Here’s the question she asked several people:
“Relationships with our parents are notoriously difficult. When we children grow into adults, year after year, the same buttons still get pushed, the same grudges resurface. After years of repeatedly dealing with the same hang-ups, and for some, years of therapy, why is it so hard to accept our parents for who they are? What can we do to be better children to our parents?”
Here is an excerpt from the latest Goop – BE.
“There are no coincidences in this life. When it comes to the topic of family, we are each born into our situations for a specific reason...In order for us to be happy and fulfilled, to reveal our potential, and to accomplish what we came to this world to accomplish, there must be a process of change we go through. Sometimes that change is effected simply by ourselves; other times it is people or events that push us in ways that force us to change....
“Some of us are born to parents who judged, ignored, or hurt us. The choice for us becomes, are we going to be a slave to our past – “Why did they do this to me?” – or are we going to grow from the pain – “Why did I need them to do this to me?” One focuses on blame and victimhood; the other puts us in control of our lives...Too often we ask the wrong why, and it becomes very difficult to move on...When we realize our soul needed to come into this particular household in order to break through, to grow from, and to become the person we need to become, we begin to let go of the anger, blame, disappointment – and all the guises of the victim mentality. When we realize how necessary this was for us, we can then forgive and grow thankful. Ultimately, when we reach this level of thankfulness, having gone through the stages of change, transformation, letting go, growth, and forgiveness, we come to a point where we can start helping our parents." - Michael Berg
You can read it in its entirety here. I think so much of what is being said can be applied to all relationships, not just those we have with our parents.
The newsletter was a BE one, my favourite of all her different “GOOPs”. Here’s the question she asked several people:
“Relationships with our parents are notoriously difficult. When we children grow into adults, year after year, the same buttons still get pushed, the same grudges resurface. After years of repeatedly dealing with the same hang-ups, and for some, years of therapy, why is it so hard to accept our parents for who they are? What can we do to be better children to our parents?”
Here is an excerpt from the latest Goop – BE.
“There are no coincidences in this life. When it comes to the topic of family, we are each born into our situations for a specific reason...In order for us to be happy and fulfilled, to reveal our potential, and to accomplish what we came to this world to accomplish, there must be a process of change we go through. Sometimes that change is effected simply by ourselves; other times it is people or events that push us in ways that force us to change....
“Some of us are born to parents who judged, ignored, or hurt us. The choice for us becomes, are we going to be a slave to our past – “Why did they do this to me?” – or are we going to grow from the pain – “Why did I need them to do this to me?” One focuses on blame and victimhood; the other puts us in control of our lives...Too often we ask the wrong why, and it becomes very difficult to move on...When we realize our soul needed to come into this particular household in order to break through, to grow from, and to become the person we need to become, we begin to let go of the anger, blame, disappointment – and all the guises of the victim mentality. When we realize how necessary this was for us, we can then forgive and grow thankful. Ultimately, when we reach this level of thankfulness, having gone through the stages of change, transformation, letting go, growth, and forgiveness, we come to a point where we can start helping our parents." - Michael Berg
You can read it in its entirety here. I think so much of what is being said can be applied to all relationships, not just those we have with our parents.
How to for new Moms
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Faith,
Life,
Love,
Preggers2010
Obviously, I've been thinking about being a mother more and more as the months have been going by. I think in the back of my mind, I've always been collecting bits of motherhood I've observed, read, learned and experienced (of course, more so after the huge section of my head reserved for weddings moved from the back...to the front...to oblivion). These days though, I find, with my husband, that we're becoming sponges, paying more attention to things around us, making mental lists of things we want to do with our kids, things we don't want to do with our kids, things we need to do to ensure that our kids are this way (and not that way!), the list is endless really.
What is it though, that I need to do to ensure that I become a good mother, the mother I've always dreamt of being? I've had parts of this conversation with my siblings, my parents and friends and these days, I find that chunks of it are with my husband, with myself and with God.
As I get closer and closer to being a "full-fledged* Mom**", I get closer and closer to living my biggest dream. Even associating the word, "Mom" with myself gives me this sense of purpose, fulfilling purpose. Whenever I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I gave the usual answer of a profession or occupation. As long as I can remember though, my real answer was wife and mother, that I was sure of, then -insert career of the moment here-.
Not only that though, I feel like all my dreams aligned with that one big dream. I felt unmotivated in university and instead of focusing on one thing directed towards a specific profession, I found myself delving into all sorts of unrelated fields, eager just to finish, so I could work and begin putting together my own life so I could get on with my plans. While I did well in school and jobs I've had, I didn't/don't felt real emotional and spiritual links to them. Those have been reserved for my passions -- my boyfriend-now-husband, my family, my friends and my independence. But once I got going, realizing dream after dream, I got going.
And now, here I am.
I'm trying to piece together all the little bits I've collected and I think I know what I'm doing and am going to do, but I find myself wondering if I'm ready. Am I ready to lose sleep to a crying baby, then to a teenager coming home past their curfew? Am I ready to discipline a child despite how much I want to either laugh or cry? Am I ready for tantrums, innocent questions, strange misunderstandings, going back to imagining worlds, and all sorts of other stuff we forget about as we get older? Am I ready for the cooing and the crawling and the walking and the running (oh yes, the running!)? Am I ready to chase this child through life? Am I ready to let them go when it's time? I hope it comes naturally. I feel ready in almost every way and in all the important aspects, but I think I won't be completely ready until this little baby has completed the move from my imagination, to my heart, to my womb, to the world.
My husband assures me that I'm going to be a good mother. The first time he ever expressed it was one time long ago, before we were even married, at my parents' house. We were in the kitchen and I was getting us something to eat and as I was putting it all together, he sorta just blurted it out. I couldn't really understand what made him say it then, but I believed him. I thought about the moment for years to come. It's one thing for you to think it all your life and another thing for your partner to confirm his belief in it too.
These days, since we talk about it a lot more, he tells me about the things he sees us doing one day and how excited he is to see me as a Mother. I think he dreams about it as much as I do with him and the baby. He patiently answers my questions, especially the ones when I'm seeking to fill in blanks that I had growing up motherless for a time, and never ceases to console me when I find myself going back to that challenging period in my life. He reminds me in so many ways that despite that time, I've had and have many people to fill that part of my life with overflowing love and lessons, enough to make my own Mom sure that I'm going to be a good Mom.
My faith in myself and in God becomes stronger every day as I pray for His guidance. There isn't a more important "job" in the world than the one I'm about to have. I don't take this Mom-thing lightly (if you couldn't tell already) and I know I need to be prepared. I know that whatever happens, I have Him to cheer me on when I'm happy, to console me when I'm sad, to keep me strong when I'm weak, to give me energy when I'm tired, to give me more patience when I'm at my wits end, to keep me faithful when I falter, to love me all the time. I know He has equipped me with everything I need to be a good Mother. I just need to keep remembering that.
I am strong.
I was built for this.
And I must be getting some of this down because I'm already fretting about being a Mother and isn't that one of the things good Mothers do?
*full-fledged as in not a "Mom-to-be" as us preggies are called -- aren't we Mothers already? I mean, just because our babies aren't out of our bodies, doesn't make us sub-Moms...right?
**yes, it requires a capital M
I'm in for a treat
In
Preggers2010
"This week marks the beginning of some serious weight gain. Your baby's weight in the next four weeks alone should double (and you may feel as though yours is too)."-From my daily What To Expect email
I’m not THAT weepy
You know how they say not to mess with pregnant women because they’re all emotional and full of unstable levels of hormones? I’d like to say that I don’t think I’m all that bad, although, some may beg to differ. I admit though that I was a tad off (that’s what I’m calling it) in the earlier stages of this pregnancy.
I do understand what they mean though when they say that pregnant women are weepy. I don’t know how it is/was for every other pregnant woman, but I don’t find that I break down more often or anything. I’m not an emotional wreck. In fact, I find that I’m feeling more expressive and more cheerful in general. I mean, what do I really have to complain about?
But, as I said, I understand what they mean by weepy. In the odd instance when I do find myself feeling sad or frustrated and start crying, it’s quite a challenge to stop. I sit there, wondering why my tear ducts are so hyperactive and if this is what makes some women look older after they have kids; that the tears are so plentiful that they wrinkle women’s faces.
Poor Mr. S, after thinking I’m fine after a crying bout goes back to his business and then finds me crying again the next time he looks at me, thinking, “you’re STILL crying?” but trying his hardest to console me…AGAIN. It must be a trying thing to be the partner of a pregnant woman.
But I swear, I’m not THAT weepy.
I do understand what they mean though when they say that pregnant women are weepy. I don’t know how it is/was for every other pregnant woman, but I don’t find that I break down more often or anything. I’m not an emotional wreck. In fact, I find that I’m feeling more expressive and more cheerful in general. I mean, what do I really have to complain about?
But, as I said, I understand what they mean by weepy. In the odd instance when I do find myself feeling sad or frustrated and start crying, it’s quite a challenge to stop. I sit there, wondering why my tear ducts are so hyperactive and if this is what makes some women look older after they have kids; that the tears are so plentiful that they wrinkle women’s faces.
Poor Mr. S, after thinking I’m fine after a crying bout goes back to his business and then finds me crying again the next time he looks at me, thinking, “you’re STILL crying?” but trying his hardest to console me…AGAIN. It must be a trying thing to be the partner of a pregnant woman.
But I swear, I’m not THAT weepy.
How I Woke Up This Morning
The baby woke me up this morning. I know I have a lot of mornings like this in my future, but right now, I really don’t mind at all. I welcome it with open arms.
I’ve had the fortune of feeling plenty of activity in my belly lately. It’s such an amazing feeling and is just another thing to add to why I love being pregnant (I’ll get back to that in a sec).
One of the good things about the movement now is that it has become distinct from the feeling of gas. I know, it sounds horrible, but the first movements really were easy to confuse with feelings of gas. Now, I get why the books and some women say it feels like butterflies. It’s such a nice feeling. It's even better when you can feel the movement from outside your belly as well as inside. Mr. S gets really giddy.
So this morning, I woke up to kicking or punching (or maybe stationary running!)…thankfully not from Mr.S, since he was already up getting ready for work. What a wonderful way to start the day. I didn’t even mind that this meant I was up almost half an hour before I usually get up.
And oh yes, I love being pregnant. I understand now, post-morning sickness, why women don’t mind getting pregnant over and over again. Even though I’ve heard that the last few months are uncomfortable in another sense, I hope I can continue to be as enthusiastic as I am now.
I’ve had the fortune of feeling plenty of activity in my belly lately. It’s such an amazing feeling and is just another thing to add to why I love being pregnant (I’ll get back to that in a sec).
One of the good things about the movement now is that it has become distinct from the feeling of gas. I know, it sounds horrible, but the first movements really were easy to confuse with feelings of gas. Now, I get why the books and some women say it feels like butterflies. It’s such a nice feeling. It's even better when you can feel the movement from outside your belly as well as inside. Mr. S gets really giddy.
So this morning, I woke up to kicking or punching (or maybe stationary running!)…thankfully not from Mr.S, since he was already up getting ready for work. What a wonderful way to start the day. I didn’t even mind that this meant I was up almost half an hour before I usually get up.
And oh yes, I love being pregnant. I understand now, post-morning sickness, why women don’t mind getting pregnant over and over again. Even though I’ve heard that the last few months are uncomfortable in another sense, I hope I can continue to be as enthusiastic as I am now.
36 Rules of Life
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Comic relief,
Life
My coworker showed this to me and I found some of them quite amusing, some quite true and some ridiculous.
1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2. Don’t worry about what people think, they don’t do it very often.
3. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you’ve never tried before.
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. A person who is nice to you but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.
14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a muffin in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Junk is something you’ve kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.
20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.
21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.
23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator.
24. Someone who thinks logically provides nice contrast to the real world.
25. It ain’t the jeans that make your butt look fat.
26. If you had to identify in one word the reason why the human race has not achieved its full potential, that word would be ‘meetings’.
27. There is a very fine line between ‘hobby’ and ‘mental illness.’
28. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
29. You should not confuse your career with your life.
30. Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance.
31. Never lick a steak knife.
32. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.
33. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
34. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she’s pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
35. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that deep down inside we ALL believe we are good drivers.
36. Your friends love you anyway.
More Alice!
In
Do
I became a fan of the Mad Hatter on Facebook today just so I could see this: (one of three)
If you're a FB junkie, become his fan too and like his post and he'll show us more!!!!
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Swelly
I’d like to think of this nicely and compare myself to a caterpillar in metamorphosis…only, I think I feel more like Heimlich from A Bug’s Life than a Monarch caterpillar.
I feel huge. I know I’m not actually as huge as I feel, but my hands tell a different story, as do my feet.
Being that I can’t really see passed my belly unless I’m sitting with my feet up, I find myself looking at my hands pretty often. They’ve become quite stumpy. I feel like I’m wearing man-hand gloves over my long, slim fingers. Ugh, they’ve forsaken me!!
As for my feet, which aren’t so bad because I barely see them, I can tell when they’re swelling. My feet start to get really hot and the only thing that helps is taking off my socks…which feel like they’re cutting off my circulation because my feet stretch them out to capacity sometimes. Who invented socks anyway? (The Greeks.)
I should count my blessings though. Also, it’s not all day long. My swelly-self seems to only come out in the late morning to afternoon and then goes into hiding. Sometimes though, she hangs around well into the night.
It’s only my hands and feet that are swelling right now. I’m holding on for my dear nose and my dear slim ankles almost as tightly as my dear life.
I feel huge. I know I’m not actually as huge as I feel, but my hands tell a different story, as do my feet.
Being that I can’t really see passed my belly unless I’m sitting with my feet up, I find myself looking at my hands pretty often. They’ve become quite stumpy. I feel like I’m wearing man-hand gloves over my long, slim fingers. Ugh, they’ve forsaken me!!
As for my feet, which aren’t so bad because I barely see them, I can tell when they’re swelling. My feet start to get really hot and the only thing that helps is taking off my socks…which feel like they’re cutting off my circulation because my feet stretch them out to capacity sometimes. Who invented socks anyway? (The Greeks.)
I should count my blessings though. Also, it’s not all day long. My swelly-self seems to only come out in the late morning to afternoon and then goes into hiding. Sometimes though, she hangs around well into the night.
It’s only my hands and feet that are swelling right now. I’m holding on for my dear nose and my dear slim ankles almost as tightly as my dear life.
In need of some assistance
In
Preggers2010
I went to get up out of bed to go to the washroom last night.
I rolled over...and then I got stuck.
I had to ask Mr. S to give me a little nudge so I could be on my way.
It was so weird.
I rolled over...and then I got stuck.
I had to ask Mr. S to give me a little nudge so I could be on my way.
It was so weird.
Half-way Point
In
Love,
Preggers2010
I’m in huge trouble.
I’ve been told by many a mother that when you have a child, your love for them grows and grows to abundances you never knew possible and it just keeps coming and coming. It’s much like falling in love with your partner, only quite different. The same goes for patience (although with some mothers, it’s not as apparent when they’re yelling at their child who is on the floor, kicking and screaming and throwing just one of the biggest tantrums of his/her life! Oh gosh, I’m seriously in trouble.). But for some reason, I had just assumed that this process happens after the birth of a child.
I was wrong.
I am madly in love. MADLY. I think about the blindness that comes with this much love and envision the pansy dressed up in my skin, spoiling my child, inadvertently rewarding him for bad behaviour, and pray that Mr. S will be stronger than me. Then I look at him.
He’s in huge trouble too.
I don’t wanna bruise his ego (because you know, men are strong and hard and tough!), but I can say that he has become a big lump of mushy mush (which I have taken a liking to, but also because he doesn’t show this side to just anyone). Pretty much every day, at least once a day, he voices some concern about our child(ren), what he hopes they’ll be like or won’t be like, possible things we can do with our kids to make sure they end up good people, all sorts of things.
This whole thing is an adventure, watching him grow into fatherhood and feeling the life inside me grow so quickly.
I’ve been told by many a mother that when you have a child, your love for them grows and grows to abundances you never knew possible and it just keeps coming and coming. It’s much like falling in love with your partner, only quite different. The same goes for patience (although with some mothers, it’s not as apparent when they’re yelling at their child who is on the floor, kicking and screaming and throwing just one of the biggest tantrums of his/her life! Oh gosh, I’m seriously in trouble.). But for some reason, I had just assumed that this process happens after the birth of a child.
I was wrong.
I am madly in love. MADLY. I think about the blindness that comes with this much love and envision the pansy dressed up in my skin, spoiling my child, inadvertently rewarding him for bad behaviour, and pray that Mr. S will be stronger than me. Then I look at him.
He’s in huge trouble too.
I don’t wanna bruise his ego (because you know, men are strong and hard and tough!), but I can say that he has become a big lump of mushy mush (which I have taken a liking to, but also because he doesn’t show this side to just anyone). Pretty much every day, at least once a day, he voices some concern about our child(ren), what he hopes they’ll be like or won’t be like, possible things we can do with our kids to make sure they end up good people, all sorts of things.
This whole thing is an adventure, watching him grow into fatherhood and feeling the life inside me grow so quickly.
This Is It
In
Do
My husband (I think I’ll just refer to him as, “Mr. S”, which is what I often call him at home) and I had the day off yesterday and decided to watch Michael Jackson’s This Is It. We got lucky since we were off and watched it in the middle of a weekday so we didn’t need to buy tickets in advance and the theatre wasn’t packed.
After 2007, which we had declared the “Year of the Concert” (we had gone to a whole slew of concerts that year, each one absolutely awesome), we put together a list of concerts we’d like to go to in our lifetime, of artists we HAVE TO see. Among the many timeless artists was, obviously, Michael Jackson. I think anyone with a list like ours had him on theirs. When we found out he was going to have a series of concerts in London, I thought about us making a trip there just to see him, but decided against it.
After Michael Jackson’s death, I realized that the list would have to be changed to concerts we’d like to go to in the artists’ lifetimes, not necessarily ours.
Now, having seen the film, I really wish this concert could have happened. It would have been one of the top ones we had ever been to (if we did go), no doubt about it. For some reason, it had never dawned on me that it would have been such a spectacle, when really, of course it would have been – it was Michael Jackson, and he was not about doing things on a small scale, or plainly or simply.
Among the many things I learned about him in the film, one of the amazing things I learned was how much of a perfectionist he was. He knew exactly how he wanted something done and after he voiced what it was he wanted (if he couldn’t do it himself), it made perfect sense to want it that way, and made no sense at all to want it any other way.
SO amazing.
Happy Hallowe’en!
In
2009,
Preggers2010
Happy belated Hallowe’en everyone! It’s one of my favourite days of the year because I love dressing up (and I’ve heard that apparently I’ve loved dressing up since I was a wee one).
This year was a little bit different and now that it has passed, I’ve come to realize that it was actually reflective of the changes in my life that have happened and are happening as we speak. (Who knew Hallowe’en would be such a day of reflection?!)
H1N1
I don’t think I need to explain what this is or what’s going on in the world regarding it. It’s something everyone’s concerned about and something many people are trying to get vaccinated against. Being a member of one of the high-risk groups, I got my shot and luckily didn’t have to wait in line. My doctor, and the other doctors in her office, happened to have a special day set aside at the hospital for her patients only. I went on Friday, got my name crossed off the list, and before I knew it (literally) the nurse was calling me in. How awesome! This was just another one of the perks of being pregnant (in my case), in addition to close parking spots, my husband doing the laundry (Hahahaha!! Just kidding, Mr. S!) and other such things.
There’s another side though to this vaccine story. I had to finish sewing the costumes for my husband and me and I hadn’t had much time to work on them. Being that Hallowe’en was on Saturday and my sister had a party we were going to that afternoon, I REALLY needed to get them done. I had planned to finish them on Friday night so that I could do other stuff on Saturday morning (like attempt to sleep-in). That did not happen. On Friday night, I was a drowsy, miserable mess.
This was me: on the floor, looking like Humpty Dumpty, round with my legs sticking out (I should have been him for Hallowe’en); with fuzzy fabric all over the floor, bits of it in my hair and on my clothes; frowning at the fact that I didn’t have time to do this properly by drawing up a pattern and was instead drawing directly on the fabric, willing Silvia (my sewing machine) to do me this one favour and finish these for me. While I was now immune to the H1N1 virus, it was doing its number on me…so I let it, gave up and got up early the next morning to finish the costumes.
The Costumes
As I’ve zilla’ed about this already, being pregnant has made my clothing choices a little unflattering. The same goes for my costume. I always say Hallowe’en, for some women, is the only day of the year where they can dress like complete skanks and get away with it (no offense, ladies), not that I usually dress skanky or anything for Hallowe’en. But I mean, as I said, I like to dress up.
This year, I was a kangaroo. I figured that I might as well make use of this cute little pouch I have, so what better than an animal that actually has a pouch?! The other costume idea I had was Juno, which, let’s face it, isn’t very creative. I had come up with other ideas earlier this year, but they’ll have to wait until next year. I’m excited for next year already!
Parties
Other than my sister’s party, I didn’t party hard (i.e. go to a club or anything like that). The thought did cross my mind though. I realize that I’m not exactly in the state to partay. I also realize that my friends realize this and either invite me because they always invite me or don’t invite me because they know I don’t really know if I should go. Now, while usually I already know I shouldn’t be out at clubs and stuff, the whole Hallowe’en thing got me thinking that maybe this time could be an exception.
Had I not been all H1N1-drunk, maybe I would have seriously considered it. But knowing how clubs are, especially at Hallowe’en, I think it’s better that I didn’t go. Even though I know I wouldn’t drink, there are things I can’t control, like the crowd or the sneaky-sneaky who manages to get in with a cigarette or dooby or two (or three or four).
Despite how different Hallowe’en was for me this year, I still enjoyed it, and I’m not just saying this because I have a half-eaten pile of candy sitting in front of me with plenty of empty candy wrappers in the garbage bin beside me.
This year was a little bit different and now that it has passed, I’ve come to realize that it was actually reflective of the changes in my life that have happened and are happening as we speak. (Who knew Hallowe’en would be such a day of reflection?!)
H1N1
I don’t think I need to explain what this is or what’s going on in the world regarding it. It’s something everyone’s concerned about and something many people are trying to get vaccinated against. Being a member of one of the high-risk groups, I got my shot and luckily didn’t have to wait in line. My doctor, and the other doctors in her office, happened to have a special day set aside at the hospital for her patients only. I went on Friday, got my name crossed off the list, and before I knew it (literally) the nurse was calling me in. How awesome! This was just another one of the perks of being pregnant (in my case), in addition to close parking spots, my husband doing the laundry (Hahahaha!! Just kidding, Mr. S!) and other such things.
There’s another side though to this vaccine story. I had to finish sewing the costumes for my husband and me and I hadn’t had much time to work on them. Being that Hallowe’en was on Saturday and my sister had a party we were going to that afternoon, I REALLY needed to get them done. I had planned to finish them on Friday night so that I could do other stuff on Saturday morning (like attempt to sleep-in). That did not happen. On Friday night, I was a drowsy, miserable mess.
This was me: on the floor, looking like Humpty Dumpty, round with my legs sticking out (I should have been him for Hallowe’en); with fuzzy fabric all over the floor, bits of it in my hair and on my clothes; frowning at the fact that I didn’t have time to do this properly by drawing up a pattern and was instead drawing directly on the fabric, willing Silvia (my sewing machine) to do me this one favour and finish these for me. While I was now immune to the H1N1 virus, it was doing its number on me…so I let it, gave up and got up early the next morning to finish the costumes.
The Costumes
As I’ve zilla’ed about this already, being pregnant has made my clothing choices a little unflattering. The same goes for my costume. I always say Hallowe’en, for some women, is the only day of the year where they can dress like complete skanks and get away with it (no offense, ladies), not that I usually dress skanky or anything for Hallowe’en. But I mean, as I said, I like to dress up.
This year, I was a kangaroo. I figured that I might as well make use of this cute little pouch I have, so what better than an animal that actually has a pouch?! The other costume idea I had was Juno, which, let’s face it, isn’t very creative. I had come up with other ideas earlier this year, but they’ll have to wait until next year. I’m excited for next year already!
Parties
Other than my sister’s party, I didn’t party hard (i.e. go to a club or anything like that). The thought did cross my mind though. I realize that I’m not exactly in the state to partay. I also realize that my friends realize this and either invite me because they always invite me or don’t invite me because they know I don’t really know if I should go. Now, while usually I already know I shouldn’t be out at clubs and stuff, the whole Hallowe’en thing got me thinking that maybe this time could be an exception.
Had I not been all H1N1-drunk, maybe I would have seriously considered it. But knowing how clubs are, especially at Hallowe’en, I think it’s better that I didn’t go. Even though I know I wouldn’t drink, there are things I can’t control, like the crowd or the sneaky-sneaky who manages to get in with a cigarette or dooby or two (or three or four).
Despite how different Hallowe’en was for me this year, I still enjoyed it, and I’m not just saying this because I have a half-eaten pile of candy sitting in front of me with plenty of empty candy wrappers in the garbage bin beside me.
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