Barfiness.

blah I have felt so barfy all weekend. I think it's the heat. Not morning sickness, not nauseousness, just felt like I want to barf. Eating food does not help, it actually makes it worse.

Spiders Oh My!

Natasha and I were outside playing today. I left her for about 5 minutes to run into the house to get a drink of water. I'm on my way back out when all of the sudden she starts to screech and cry. I freak out and run back out to find her just where I left her, in her sandbox but she's standing up freaking.

I go over and there in the sand crawling over one of her sand toys is a spider. I seriously had to giggle. This is the same little girl that traps ants between her fingers, yet a spider is freaking her out. I scooped the spider out and held her for a minute or two which calmed her down enough to go back to playing in her sandbox.

I think I insulted him...

Last time, when I was pregnant with Natasha I did not have a family doctor. Nothing has changed since then, I still do not have a family doctor. So last time, I went to the clinic near my home, said I was pregnant, peed on a stick to prove it and easily got a referral to Grace Maternity Clinic. I figured this was 'standard' and would not be an issue to do the same thing for this pregnancy.

This time though, we've moved and the Low Risk Clinic is a mere 5 min. drive from our house, so very convenient. I thought nothing of going to the clinic near my house and requesting said referral, but I think I insulted the Doctor that was in that day by asking for it. Tash's doctor was not in so I saw Dr. S, who I've seen before and am not overly happy with.

Anywho, he comes into the exam room and asks what I'm there for. I explain that I'm pregnant, June 30th was the first day of my last period and that I wanted a referral to the LR Clinic on 96th. He gives me this 'look' and was a bit uppity and said "Well I have never done that before. Myself and my associates look after mothers until their 28th week doing all the tests until then, then refer them to the clinic to catch the baby."

I was like oh..well..last time..and I explained about last time. He stares at me again and asks if I have a family doctor. I told him my daughter saw Dr. F but I did not. Long story short he leaves the room, returns with a notepad and gives me the referral but makes me feel shitty and repeats several times that he NEVER does this and he's only doing it because I see one of his associates. After he finishes writing it he tells me he would prefer not to see me again and that I see Dr. F for all my future 'needs'. sigh.

I was going to ask for a 'script for Preg-Vit but decided not to since he was being snippy. When I go to the front desk I ask when Dr. Fu is in next and find out not until the 27th. gah! Then that afternoon they call me to say they booked my first pre-natal apt. and it's not until Dec. 16th! I'll be 20w by then. I asked her what about my 13w nuchal and the 18-20w one? She tells me to return to their medical clinic to get a requisition for that. Again GAH!!!

So I have to wait until the 27th when Dr. Fu returns from vacation to get my nuchal u/s, my Preg-Vit 'script and everything else. Only 5w in and I'm already annoyed.

Drinking from a cup!

For quite some time Tash has been wanting to drink from a cup whenever she sees us with a glass she automatically reaches for it. over the past few months we've had varying degrees of success, but more times then not, the majority of the water ends up down her shirt/pants or the floor then in her mouth.

I finally clued in recently and put a tiny bit of water in her IKEA cup and presto! no spills! heh So of course until she's had enough we both just stand by the sink. heh

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In the last week, Natasha has finally figured out what I mean when I say "Can Mommy have a kiss?" It's taken me several weeks of asking and then bring her face to mine and showing her how to give me a kiss on the cheek. Finally though, this past week she has caught on and if I ask she will give me this big wet kiss and giggle afterwards.

Tonight, after O had finished reading her bedtime stories, he said to Natasha, go say goodnight to mommy. I leaned down over the bed, she came down the hall and into the room and reached up on tip toe and kissed me on the cheek. My heart just melted.

Not realizing what my Toddler can do.

For months and months I've been cutting Tash's food. We give her a fork/spoon at mealtime and sometimes she uses it, sometimes she does not and we are indifferent to it. We figure she'll use it when she wishes. And since the majority of her meals are fruit/veggies/toast they are not things that really require utensils.

For fruit, I continue to cut it. It never crossed my mind that perhaps at 22 months old she just may be able to eat a banana without having to slice it up. I guess I got into a routine? Last weekend on the drive home from Fernie Tash was freaking out in her carseat. Really, a combination of being in the seat for 3hrs straight (on the way there we had stopped 2xs but on the way back home we stopped early on and then not again, stupid really) so I reached back in the cooler and got out a banana, peeled it and handed it to her. I shouldn't be shocked but she ate it just fine without slicing it up.

Today, I had the fridge open putting groceries away and the fruit tray was opened. She reached in and took an apple. I casually said "Mommy will cut it for you after I finish this Tash". Well while I was putting the rest of the food away my 'big' girl started to eat the apple. Of course after several bites she tossed it on the floor and then picked it up and continued to eat it. She did this several times while eating the apple. Silly girl!

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Yesterday while I was cooking Lunch Tash was outside in the backyard playing, I moved from the picture window to stir the macaroni and turned around a minute later to have Tash behind me holding out "Flowers" for me. Dandelions, but none the less flowers. Melted my heart. :D

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Maternity Wear.

When I was sorting through baby clothes over the weekend to consign/give-away/loan to a couple of friends I went through my maternity stuff as well. I had *thought* that when I was pregnant last time that all I wore were dress clothes bc I worked full time. After sorting through them I found 1 pair of jeans that I remember I loved (thyme) wearing, and 3 pairs of cotton like pants, brown, greenish colour and a 3rd colour that I can't recall. Anywho, my tops were a sorrier state. A lot of my maternity wear last time was hand me downs from my sister and some of it was stuff I bought which I know I can't bring myself to wear again. I think I bought it bc it was cheap and figured it would do, not because I liked it. So I really can't see myself wearing it again since I did not like it the first time.

So a couple of days ago I hit ebay and bought 2 winter coats, a more casual puffer (brown), a charcoal wool wrap and a couple of tops and a pair of jeans. The jeans are super cute, but have a band. last time I hated the band, but the pants I had with a band were like a full panel (I found them itchy), these ones are a roll down band and it's navy with white polka dots!



Since the band aka panel made my tummy itch last time, I really hope the roll down band feels different. The jeans were only $15 but I'd hate not to like them. I then added quite a few tops to my 'watch list and thought, Ok, this is good I should be good, just need a few more tops. Famous last words :P

I was chatting with Beth and she started telling me about these wrap tops she just bought and shared the link with me. Bad bad idea. I LOVED the tops and ended up buying a couple. Needless to say, I needed to remove several tops from my watch list on ebay. :p

The bottom of the top is actually two long tails that you wrap around your belly and tie in a knot/half bow or what not. Luckily the site has a video on how to wrap it, which, I've watched a couple of times and it does not seem too hard, but I doubt when the time comes I'll be able to wrap it as neat as it was done in the video. :p I guess I can always return them if they do not fit well/right or I can't get the hang of it.

The pink wrap top is a bit daring, but B bought the same top in gray and told me the pink would look nice on me..and well I really like pink (in limited quantities) so decided to give it a shot. I'm super excited to get my new tops! Plus I was just watching a video on the site and the 3rd top I posted is 'runched' and they talked about how you can wear it at 3m pregnant and after your pregnancy which would rock.

Gah!

A couple of weeks ago when I was closing, K, the mgr told me I looked tired. I said yeah, I've been tired lately. In the back of my head I was thinking the napping and fatigue over the smallest tasks was a sign I was pregnant. I experienced the exact same thing when I was pregnant with Tash and recognized it as being different then just not getting enough sleep.

Well she pops out with "OMG you're pregnant! You're a fertile Merytle!" I brushed her off and said nah, I just have a lot going on.

Fast Forward to last night. I show up to work for the first time in over a week and go to see where I am for the night and the first thing K says (keep in mind she's an excited LOUD talker whenever she talks) is "SO ARE YOU PREGNANT!?!?" right in front of the other manager (one I do not especially like TBH). Owen says I should have lied but I could not seem to, so I said .."Umm yes, but I'm only a wee four weeks, I've not went to the Dr. to get my referral to the clinic or booked my nuchal so if you could please keep it under wraps, I'd appreciate it. We've not even shared the news with friends or family."

They both said they would not spread the news. However *sigh* A Gapper was near by when K asked so on my break which coincided with hers she goes "So how long have you known you were pregnant?" Again, I reiterated that we really are not sharing the news, we want to have the u/s first and share at 14w ish (when we return from Paris). We'll see how that goes.

The decision not to share is one that we both agreed to so I felt really bad the I could not lie to my manager. I don't know why we want to be hush hush about it this time, not even sharing with close friends. I think part of it is bc I'm more nervous this time, I'm not sure why, perhaps because I was so sheltered about what 'could' happen the first time and this time I'm a lot more knowledgeable about it all. It also does not help that one of our friends had a miscarriage at 13w recently.

Week Four and some change.

Before I even got pregnant, Owen and I decided together that we'd wait to share our news. Last time we told a couple of close friends and then around 13w we shared the news with family and the rest of our friends. This time though, he wants to wait. And really, I'm a bit more nervous this time around for some reason, so I'd rather wait as well until I've been to the doctor to get my referral to the clinic and had my nuchal u/s and know that everything is ok.

This time instead of waiting until Owen got home from work I ended up calling him in the afternoon, asking him what his 'prediction' was since he felt his accuracy at guessing was just as good as the 57% chance of the 1st Response test. It took him about 5 mins to clue in from my teasing that I had tested and was indeed pregnant.

So far I'm just really tired all the time, the same as before. I am anxious though to go see my Dr. and get my referral to the Clinic. I need to get in for the nuchal u/s before we head off to Paris. According to a chart I was reading after inputing my dates, I need to have it booked between Sept. 21 and Oct. 11th. We plan to leave around Oct. 10th so hopefully the clinic is not too busy and I can get in before we go. We had one with Tash and I want to have it done again this time. :0)

First Camping Trip

We had our first camping trip this past weekend. It went way better then I expected but apparently not as well as Owen had thought. heh We woke up Sunday morning to the sound of rain and Owen saying to me "You know...we should head home today instead of tomorrow. I'd like a day to relax before having to go back to work."

I was having fun so a bit surprised that he wanted to pack up a bit early to go home. After some cajoling I got out of him that Tash was "Too busy and into everything" and he'd just like to relax for a day without chasing her from running into the lake, eating mud/rocks/bugs and who knows what.

I will admit that it was not as easy to watch her out in the 'wilderness' like it is at home and her routine is totally thrown out of whack but it's just something you deal with and accept.

Anywho, the 3 days we were there were fun. Tash loved the lake and playing on the beach (I'm pretty sure more sand stayed there then she ate!) and I am excited to camp again in a couple of weeks! The only thing we have to work on is the sleeping arrangements. The first night she spent with her head on me and kicking owen in the head. The 2nd night she snuggled up against my chest and slept like that, which was good. If she could continue to sleep like that it would rock.

She won't sleep in the PnP or peapod so she has to sleep with us. We are thinking for next summer getting one of those tents that has one that adjoins to it.