Incoherently Yours

I am so grouchy today. SO grouchy. I feel like I’ve been running around like a crazy person – AND OHMYGOSH PIPPIN STOP SQUEAKING THAT BALL BEFORE I TURN YOU INTO A PAIR OF SLIPPERS – ahem. As I was saying. Uhm. Busy. Running. Tired. Felt like crap yesterday. Had to get up early today. For a good reason. I will take a moment from my grumpiness to exult about my new camper we picked up. A 2008 Starwood fifth wheel camper. We be high fallutin’ farmers. We are now wussy camping in style. I am thrilled. We also got to go shopping to stock the trailer… which was supposed to be fun… and it was some of the time. Minus not being able to find what I wanted at Walmart and storming around the storm cursing the stockers for not stocking shelves in any logical manner. Luckily I found what I wanted at Canadian Tire. Though at both places I had to wait (I know. I had to wait. My life is terrible, no?) at the counter because of course, something we pick up doesn’t have a sticker price on it. So let’s s...

Dear Bean, While I felt prepared for the havoc you are/about to wreak on my body, well, nothing can really prepare you for that first pregnancy. And that's the way it should be. I'm good with that. I know you are going to awaken faded stretch marks and turn them purple. I know you are going to relocate my center of balance (which was never that great in the first place). I know that soon enough, my hips will start to prepare for delivery and they will start to ache and my back will start to ache. I know there's a good chance my feet will swell and I will wonder what growing a baby has to do with my thighs getting bigger. I know I have you to thank for the surplus of goat hair on my chin, for the acne flare ups and for constant desire to nap. Of course, I may not feel the need to nap so much if you weren't causing me to get up at least twice in the night to pee. But that's to be expected. And honestly, little Bean, I don't mind. I wanted you for so long, you can ...

So much to say. So much to tell! Where do I start? For starters, April was a month of insanity. There were church building celebration suppers, charity concerts, doctors appointments, my birthday, Leanne and Bryce over for a few days, Easter dinner at my house, big Blum Easter on Sunday, equipment hunting all over the country-side, family dinners in the city, River Dance, a pregnancy spa with Larissa, ultrasounds… and that’s all from the top of my head. The past few days have been full of some much needed relaxation. I had a pretty rough week last week. As mentioned before, I had some spotting during week nine. I had a doctors appointment and ultrasound and everything was hunky dory, and no explanation was really given. The spotting was brown in color, which means it is old blood, and thus, not that bad. On Friday I noticed some discomfort in my lower abdomen. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It wasn’t pain. I had been “brown smudge spotting” for a few days, but there really wa...

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I leave my pregnancy books (yes, that is plural. Ok, it’s only two. Well, plus a pregnancy journal.) out and about. They are usually flipped open to whatever page I was browsing. I never thought much of it. Until one day out of the blue, Sheldon starts quoting it. “Exactly how much water are you drinking?” “Did you know you are supposed to be eating rice and pasta and dairy and just where exactly are you getting the iron you are supposed to be getting if you refuse to eat meat half the time?” And then he goes through my regular vitamins and pre-natal vitamins and says, “Ok, you’re off the hook. Your pre-natal gives you 35 mg of iron and you only need 30.” I love this man. He really is quite super awesome with this whole pregnancy thing. He does kinda treat me like glass. But, since I am higher-risk and have been spotting for awhile, I can’t blame him. He doesn’t let me lift anything. He has no problem with me sleeping in and napping. He also knows I sometimes have trouble sleeping and ...

Where are you? I am not usually one to complain about the weather. IN fact, it usually irritates me to no end when people can't find anything better to do than whien and complain about weather. I feel like shouting "DUDE. You live in ALBERTA. This is normal. This is how it's always been. DEAL." However, I have lost hope. It feels like spring is never coming. There is snow everywhere. And not pretty snow. No. Snow covering up ice, dirty snow, snow with puppy ickiness all over it. BLECH. I am over winter. I am having issues dealing with it. And so I have momentarily joined the complaint wagon. Because UGH. I miss the sun. And green grass. And flip flops. Dearest Spring, please don't forget to visit. I've always believed in you. Don't let me down.

Baby Blum is doing good. He's ALIVE!!!! YAY!!!!! And he's measuring perfectly for nine weeks. Muhahahaha. Good job, baby, good job. And he's already cute. A very cute little baby blob. Maybe next time I see him he'll have arms.