Monday, December 22, 2008


I hope this energy burst I'm experiencing isn't a sign of impending labour... Last week I was sick - caught a nasty stomach bug that's going around - and usually after I get sick I get a huge spurt of energy, so maybe it's just that. I was standing there last Monday night, stirring dinner, waiting for J to get home (I sound just like a 1950's housewife!) and suddenly felt a bad stomach cramp - bad enough to make me double over. My first thought was, oh crap, contractions! Bad ones - coming on fast. J arrived to find me bent over the stove groaning. After several calls to the Health Link number and arranging overnight care for Matthew, just in case, I discovered I wasn't in labour, I just had plain old yucky stomach flu. Spent the next few days with my head down the loo, racked with chills and generally feeling like death.

Was quite a relief though, not to be in labour yet...

And sometimes, as unwanted as sickness is, it's good to be forced into doing nothing for a few days... well, as much nothing as you can manage with an 18-month old. Matthew and I spent the best part of the week lolling around in our pyjamas, watching movies and grazing on snacks all day long. Probably not a bad thing since it's been icy cold in Calgary for almost a fortnight and really who wants to be dragging a toddler around in -20?

But now I'm like a superhero racing into action, scrubbing everything (even the poor old oven, which I've neglected for about 6 months), baking Christmas goodies, finishing my hand-sewn stockings (can't actually sew, more like putting a few inelegant stitches in and sticking things to the fabric with glue), and getting the house ready for Christmas and the baby.

I feel like things are starting to come together. Even the basement now has walls that are plastered and sanded, and a finished ceiling. We're so close...
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Thursday, December 11, 2008

So about that basement

 won't be finished by Christmas. Or by the time the baby comes. Maybe not even by Spring. And that's okay, actually. I'm calm... well, quite calm. Hopefully by the end of January there'll be walls (painted ones), carpet and maybe doors. Oh and there's a bathtub in there now - but no bathroom. There'll be lots of details that will have to wait.

The project manager in me has tried, since the beginning, to enforce some sort of schedule, to have a handle on what was happening at each stage. Frustratingly, when you don't really know what your doing, you hit problems at every turn - things you couldn't have anticipated and which always mean more time and more money... making my shiny, over-optimistic deadline ever less likely.

At least now most of the rest of the work is in contractors' hands, which is a relief. Maybe I'll get my husband back for a bit before the baby comes.

There've been good and not so good encounters with contractors... Yesterday the men delivering the dry wall (all 3000 sq ft of it) turned up and, within about 2 minutes of trying (not very hard) to get the massive wooden sheets down the basement stairs, announced "sorry love it's not going down there". I wanted to yell "you've barely tried!! - put some welly into it!" They told me lethargically that they'd have to remove the post to get it down there. I kindly pointed out that the post in question was a supporting post and that the entire flipping house would fall down if they removed it. They had that heavy-eyed, glazed, what-does-she-know look about them. But thankfully my dry wall guy drove over and hey presto, the dry wall magically made it down there.

Bloody annoying that sometimes it takes a man to come and kick some butt to make things happen. Not that I can't kick butt.... usually.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Never mind the heartburn bring me the hot sauce

"You'll need to avoid caffeine, chocolate and spicy food..." said nice Dr. K at my last prenatal visit in all sincerity. This was in response to my complaining about heartburn. I had to choke back my laughing protests and nod in agreement.

Unfortunately, it's simply not possible for me to give up those things. At least one latte and a few cups of tea are required per day to help me keep up with my toddler, and the day, generally. Chocolate - let's not go there right now. And spicy food is practically all I want: I asked the waitress at Original Joe's last week if the pizza I was ordering was very spicy. She said "no don't worry it's not too spicy". So I asked if they could make it extra spicy and please bring me the hot sauce too.

Everything goes with hot sauce right now.
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Monday, December 1, 2008


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That about describes the rambling chaos going through my mind in the early hours of this morning. Heart beating fast, panic drawing near.

By this point last time, I'd decorated the nursery, organized Matthew's clothes in his closet by colour and size, stacked his stuffed animals neatly in a row on a shelf, packed my hospital bag, got the birth announcement ready, had the newborn diapers laid out in a pretty blue basket and had several nursing bras at the ready, which occasionally I would hold out in front of me at arms length and peer at fearfully. It all sat excitedly waiting in the nursery for our son to come.

The thing with the 2nd pregnancy is the comfort of knowing what's ahead, and that leads to a sort of lethargy around what needs to be done to prepare. There isn't the same fear of birth (not yet anyway) or what the days following the birth will entail. You know what's coming.

I think, maybe just a little, I've been denying the impending arrival of our new person. I've been fighting my size, my energy levels and my general ability to be on the go all the time. I'm starting to weaken and I don't want to admit it. Yes I should slow down but honestly, I'm not the type to nap in the middle of the day. I wish I was. I'm more likely to pour another cup of coffee...
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