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Close(r) to The End?: 34 Weeks Pregnant

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How far along?  34 Weeks.  But since my midwife is “convinced” I will have the baby between 37-38 weeks, I feel much farther along than that.

Seriously.  She actually told me that she’s sure Pelé will come within the next 3-4 weeks.  Which… I mean… okay.  But, really?

And since I’m doing this post late, that actually means 2.5-3.5 weeks.  Yes, it’s only a couple of days difference.  But when it comes to having another baby, those days mean everything!

Holy sh*t, sh*t’s getting real….

Baby’s size:  BIG.  Well, probably only big in comparison to Bee at this stage.

He’s definitely starting to run out of room in there – the baby that was once Pelé, the great, lithe Brazilian football player, jumping and bouncing and kicking away in my belly, is now a big, fat, lazy kid, slowly rolling around, all elbows and knees and feet up in my ribs….

According to, he’s around the size of a cantaloupe and weighing in at close to 5 pounds.

Some nights though, when I’m having trouble falling asleep because gravity is pulling my belly in unholy directions, he feels a LOT bigger than 5 pounds.

Total weight gain:  At my last midwife weigh-in, according to their ever-changing scale situation, I have gained 26 pounds.  2 pounds more than with Bee, and counting.

NOTE:  Since I am posting this a few days late after a wedding and a weekend away indulging in breakfast buffets and gourmet food, I can say with all surety that I have gained more than that.  

Maternity clothes?  A little ditty about a rare case of maternity clothes being “optional”:

My hair stylist is an adorable, first-pregnant woman, currently 37+ weeks along, who never ever bought maternity clothes.  Not one thing.  I saw her last week and she was wearing a crop top.


That somehow managed to cover most of her cute, perfectly round belly, and not look weird or forced or ridiculous.

As for me?  Still, yes.  Of course.  Is there any need to answer this question anymore?  It’s not like I’m suddenly going to stop wearing maternity clothes this far in the game, right?  Unless I finally reach the end of my rope and once and for all decide to, “f*ck clothes.  F*ck pants.  F*ck anything touching my skin ever again!”  Which, honestly, sometimes, I feel like it’s getting close to that.

But, in the case of my hair stylist, I guess it is possible.  That there is a magical tribe of pregnant women out there who don’t need to wear maternity clothes.  Who can tweak regular fashion to accommodate their growing frame and get away with it throughout the entire 9+ months…


Best moment this week:  I’m writing this a couple of days late because we were out of town for a wedding – Hubs’ best friend got married in beautiful Caledon, and acted as their officiant.  There was an unseasonable chill in the air, but the wind only brought out the incredible movement of the bride’s stunning dress, and it meant that everyone had to enjoy just one or two drinks more to stay warm.

My parents came along to look after Bee while we attended the ceremony, which my in-laws also were invited to.  So Bee had both sets of grandparents to entertain her at the SAME TIME.  For the first time since… well, since before she has memory!  She was spoiled with love, allowing Hubs and I some brief time to ourselves.  It was glorious, and even the cooler than normal weather couldn’t bring us down.

ALSO.  Baby clothes!  Okay, so I wouldn’t say that this was a “best moment”, but starting to finally wash and organize all of the stuff we have for Pelé is calming this nagging nesting urge a bit.  I’m starting to feel like we’re actually getting somewhere in preparing for his impending arrival!

As I type this, Hubs is in the basement unloading the hundreds of planks and knobs and screws and Allan keys from the IKEA box, sorting it all out so we can tackle it together once Bee is up from her nap.  We’ll see how much help she and I are in the cramped quarters of the basement, but I’d like to still give it a go, since it was my project to begin with!!

Anyway.  Baby clothes!  If you watch my vlog you’ll see that the most recent purchase, a set of TEENY TINY OHMYGODTHEYARESOTEENYTINY baby socks completely threw me off-guard when I first saw them.  Really, truly.  Holding them in my hands, I thought, “no.  NO.  There’s no WAY they’re this small when they come out.”

It’s amazing how you forget these things, the incredible teeeeeeeniness of a newborn.  How teeny their wee little feet are.  Their hands, their ears….

The saleswoman assured me that yes, they will definitely fit him (they stretch, so…).  Even though it’s just so hard to believe…. I’ll keep you posted on that.

Miss Anything?   If you’ve been following along you’ll know that I’m a big fan of wine and beer, and that I say with each and every update that I miss it like crazy.  This is all still very true, especially after being at an amazing wedding where the booze was flowing like… booze at a wedding.

So I don’t need to go into that again, since I’m worried that you’re all going to start thinking I’m more excited to get my hands on a glass of champagne than the actual baby I’m about to have.


Seriously though.  Booze aside.  As I come to the end of my rapidly fraying pregnancy rope, here is a bulleted list of the many other things I am missing:

  • Being able to walk up a flight of stairs without feeling like an asthmatic, water-logged hippo.
  • Rounding a corner/approaching a counter without caution.
  • Drinking that fourth cup of coffee in the morning, just because.
  • Bending over.
  • Going to the bathroom only when I really have to.
  • Actually wanting to wear skinny jeans, or any pants in general.
  • Not having to worry about whether or not my belly will hang out from under a shirt.
  • Running and jumping and playing with Bee, with all the energy in the world.  Picking her up and throwing her around. Having her sit on my lap while I read her stories.  Snuggling with her as close and as tight as possible.  Lying on my husband while we watch TV after she goes to bed.  Keeping up with him and his tallness at a regular pace on those rare evenings when we can pick her up from school together.
  • Just… feeling like myself.  I can’t wait to feel like myself again.

Movement:  Actually, this week, he’s slowed down quite a bit.  I guess it’s because things are getting pretty tight in there, but also, a baby’s movement slows as they approach their due date.  So maybe the end really is near!

Food cravings:  Still carbs and sweets, but I’m not too fussy.  I’ve been eating a lot of salty food, too.  My palate is open-minded as I approach the end!

Anything making you queasy or sick:  The only time I’m not interested in food is in the evening – I could eat four breakfasts and pound a couple of burgers at lunch every day, but once 4pm-ish come around I just stop being hungry.

This is becoming a problem because it also means come dinner-prep time, the last thing I want to do is cook.  So lately it’s been a lot of half-assed dinners and takeout, which honestly I’m not too happy about.  I’m just hoping the desire to batch cook kicks in soon so I can at least stock up on stuff to freeze before Pelé arrives!

Gender:  Boy.

Symptoms:  All the same glorious things as 32 weeksplus one more surprise!

  • Swollen feet
  • Lower back pain
  • Swamp mouth
  • Insomnia (formerly The Witching Hour)
  • Restless Leg Syndrome
  • Heartburn
  • NEW THIS WEEK:  SKIN TAGS (down boys).  I had a couple with Bee and thought I’d managed to avoid getting them this time around.  Sadly, not the case.  I noticed one last week and cried for ten minutes.  They’re super gross and super random and I have no idea why they happen during pregnancy but they DO so please don’t approach me as though I’m a leper because as quickly as they appear, they disappear almost as soon as you have the baby.

Belly Button in or out?

Looking forward to:  So many women are telling me these days to “enjoy these last few weeks!  Soak it all in, the majesty of being pregnant, having the belly, feeling the baby move around…..”

Blah, blah, blah.

Guys.  Seriously?  Aside from being able to do all the things on the Things That I Miss list again, and obviously finally having Pelé in my arms, the one thing I am looking forward to MORE THAN ANYTHING is:


There.  I said it.  Am I a horrible excuse for a woman for feeling this way?  I don’t think so.

But tell me, if you’re pregnant, are you going to miss it when it’s all over?  I’d love to take a poll on this.

Or, if you have been pregnant, do you wish you could feel all that “majesty” all over again?  

Let me know!


Can He Get Much Bigger?: 32 Weeks Pregnant

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How far along?  32 weeks!  8 weeks to go… unless he decides to come early like his sister did.

It’s weird though, with Bee I just knew in my bones that she was going to come early – I prepared for it and made sure everything was in order a few weeks leading up to my due date.  Sure enough, she arrived 8 days early.

This time?  I have no feeling.  I have no clue when this guy is planning on showing up!  Which… worries me a little – it makes me think he’s going to be late.  Which means that means he’s going to continue to grow inside of me.  Get even BIGGER.

Oh, man.  Early – but not too early – labour thoughts everyone, please.

Baby’s size:  According to, this growth spurt that happening is only going to continue:

“By now, your baby weighs 3 3/4 pounds (about the size of a large jicama [what the deuce is a jicama?]) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You’re gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she’ll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks.”


Total weight gain:  I have officially surpassed the total weight I gained throughout my entire pregnancy with Bee.  I have gained 24.5 pounds and, if BabyCenter is to be trusted, will gain approximately another 8 before Pelé arrives.

MAN, I plan on making those a fun 8 pounds.

Maternity clothes?  Yes.  The most worn items have switched from leggings to skirts & dresses, since they’re much roomier and mumu-esque.  The one problem with those however, is the “thigh rub” situation.  Meaning, my thighs rub together when I wear them. (down, boys).  Which, as all you who have this issue know, isn’t that comfortable.  BUT, I’d rather have chafed inner thighs than battle with PANTS, thankyouverymuch.  

Best moment this week:  There have been so many moments, really.  I know I spend a lot of time complaining about how uncomfortable I am and how I’m ready to have the baby… but at the same time, Hubs and I have been soaking up as much Bee time as we possibly can, and it has been brilliant.

Every day she’s changing and growing and learning and making us laugh.  She is turning into one of the funniest kids I’ve ever known.  She even has a joke!  Her very first joke!!

Q:  How does Thomas the Tank Engine sneeze?

Amazing.  AMAZING.

Sigh.  This kid, I tell ya.  Every night, we marvel at how lucky we are, that she is our daughter.  That we get to keep her.  And hang out with her and be with her and watch her develop….

I don’t want to sound like one of those parents who blab on about how “perfect” their child is… but, yeah.  She’s pretty perfect. In our eyes, anyway 🙂

Miss Anything?   I will quote my answer from last week:

“If you’ve been following along you’ll know what I miss more than anything (if you’re just checking in, I’ll give you a hint: it’s BOOZE).”

Movement:  YES.  As I say in the vlog, I sometimes feel like no other baby in the history of the world has moved around as much as – or more than – this one.  It’s constant.  It’s anytime I do anything.  The only things that seem to chill him out are when I’m on a walk, or rolling around on the exercise ball.  But when I want to sit on the couch and relax?  Or try to meditate?  Or try to sleep (aka flip-flopping around in bed, uncomfortable and trying desperately to ignore my restless legs)?  He’s bodgering around like some sort of small animal burrowing a tunnel system inside of me.

Does anyone else have a baby that just LOVES to move???  I’d love to know what you do to quiet the wee beast within!  Any tips would be appreciated!

Food cravings:  Carbs.  And sushi.  And the usual “everything that’s bad for me”.  Sigh.   I just don’t know where my willpower is this pregnancy!  I honestly have no shame when it comes to what I put in my body.  I’m reeeeally hoping these cravings settle once the baby is born – or at least that I’ll be too busy to notice them!

Anything making you queasy or sick:  Randomly, shrimp.  I went for sushi the other day and seeing the floppy, flabby, sad looking ebi on my plate made my stomach turn a few times.   Yick.

Gender:  Boy.

Symptoms:  Point form seemed to work last time, so let’s do that again:

  • Swollen feet – still swollen, but not yet visually.  They just feel oh, so bloated, especially at the end of the day.
  • Lower back pain – I’ve been taking it super easy the last couple of weeks, which sadly means I’ve been picking up Bee less and less.  That’s the hardest part about having back pain: missing out on the occasional snuggle.  *SOB*
  • Swamp mouth – I’ve heard from a few other mamas that they too are dealing with swampy mouth!  This makes me feel better, that I’m not the only one!  I still have no idea what to do about it, I’ve been drinking lots of lemon water which seems to help a teeny bit.  Other than that though, I’m just staying a few feet away from everyone I talk to.  For their own good (DOWN, boys).  
  • Insomnia (formerly The Witching Hour) – It’s the cruelest symptom of all, because it’s the thing that us pregnant women need the most:  SLEEP.  But they’re all witching hours now, elusive and evading me night, after night.  All through the night.  I’m awake from the moment my head first hits the pillow to when I eventually pass out in a pool of frustrated tears around 3am.  My poor husband.  This is a common thing though, so say the many, many other pregnant women I’ve spoken to over the last few weeks.
    And my sister, who is also very pregnant, described the typical third trimester night the best: when I asked her what she does to help herself sleep, she said, “What do I do?  Well, I toss and I turn and I cry.  I try propping myself up with pillows.  I reverse the pillows, I reverse sides, I cry some more… and eventually after two hours I fall asleep.  And then I wake up again.  And I do it all over again.”
  • Restless Leg Syndrome – itchy, buggy legs, slowly burning from a small flame just beneath the surface of the skin.  AAACK!!
  • NEW THIS WEEK:  Heartburn:  Something that I managed to avoid all together with Bee, but is just starting to rear it’s ugly head.  I’ve never been one to suffer from heartburn, so this is a whole new experience for me!  I’m not even sure what brings it on, that’s how unfamiliar I am with it!  That’ll be my task for the week, to find out what I can do about it.  And of course, any advice from other mamas would be wonderful!

Belly Button in or out?

Looking forward to:  We’re headed north for the long weekend again!  Trying to get as much time in with my in-laws before the baby comes, since we most likely now won’t see them until Christmas.  When we’ll have two kids.  In the car.  Probably screaming.  The whole 5 hour drive, which will more likely be a 7-8 hour drive depending on the weather that time of year and how often we have to stop for diaper changes/feeding/toddler tantrums/crying in truck stop washrooms….

Oh!  And I found my maternity bathing suit!  Huzzah!!  I’m just days away from floating blissfully in the pool, feeling as weightless as a feather!  Now I just have to remember to pack it….

Are you pregnant?  I’d love to know how it’s going with you!

And So The Nesting Begins: 30 Weeks Pregnant

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How far along?  30 weeks!  Out of the double digits and into the home stretch!  Holy sh*t….

Baby’s size:  According to, I now have a baby the length of a cucumber in my belly (15.2 to 16.7 inches long), who weighs about 2.5 to 3.8 pounds.  I would love to know his exact weight right now – of course I feel like he’s on the higher end, but let’s be real: that could just be all the butter croissants I’ve been consuming rather than the baby.

Total weight gain:  Sneaky midwives switched their scale!!!  When I went in last Tuesday for my check-up I was, according to this new scale, down two pounds!  Which is honestly, completely impossible.  Not even a chance that could have happened.  This baby has gone through a growth spurt, and so have I.  There’s no WAY I lost weight!!  So what did I do??  I shlepped to my parent’s place, where I have also been weighing myself on their scale, to set the record straight.

According to theirs, I have officially gained 21.5 pounds, up 2.5 in 2 weeks.  SEE!?  I knew it.

FUN FACT:  Bee also had a weigh-in at her doctor on Tuesday, and she is also up 2.5 pounds since her last appointment.

Three months ago.


Maternity clothes?  Yes, yesyesyesyes.  Although!  Amongst the flurry of nesting activity that’s been happening over here I did unearth one of my favourite, old t-shirts, which isn’t maternity and magically fits!!  That made my day, especially since only moments before I discovered I could no longer squeeze my largest pair of maternity jeans over my butt.

Best moment this week:  Well I’d have to say the best moment over the last two weeks was finding out that I do NOT have gestational diabetes.  I of course celebrated with a donut.

Another great moment – and it may sound strange to classify it as a great one – was Bee getting her first real knee-scrape and, subsequently, her very first Bandaid.  There are two reasons I will remember that evening fondly.  The first being that she is now, in my mind, officially a rough-and-tumble little kid.  A kid who runs her ass off, free as a bird, who’ll fall down and scrape herself up and probably cry and come running back.  But who will also soon learn to pick herself back up, and just keep on running.  That’s what my husband and I kept saying to her after she fell, that “everyone falls!  Then everyone gets up and keeps going!”  She really liked hearing that, that she was in the company of everyone else in the whole wide world, and she proceeded to name off everyone she knows, stating that hey, they fall too, “Daddy falls, too!  Mommy falls, too!  Grannie falls, too?  Okay!  Uncle Jay falls, too!  YAY!”

The second reason this memory is such a lovely one for me, is because I got to see my husband tend to Bee’s wound… like a DAD.  You know what I mean??  Like, in the most caring, tender, yet matter-of-fact way.  He didn’t coddle her, but he was sensitive to the fact that it was sore.  And he walked her through the steps of cleaning it off, putting on the “Poly” (Polysporin), followed by the Bandaid.  He even put one on himself and told her that every time he had to change hers, he’d change his as well, so she could see how brave you can be, even when you’re hurting!

There’s nothing better than those moments: seeing your partner be  a really amazing parent.  SWOON.  

Miss Anything?   If you’ve been following along you’ll know what I miss more than anything.

(if you’re just checking in, I’ll give you a hint: it’s BOOZE.)

Movement:  YES.  I don’t know if this will change over the next 10 weeks – my midwife told me, and from what I remember with Bee, since he’s getting bigger and has less room to bounce around, the feeling  of the movement will start to change.  Like, what was kicks and punches before will soon be rolling and elbows and knees protruding… weird, “ALIEN”-esque type stuff!

Food cravings:  Just all of it, please.  All of the food.  In the WORLD.  Once again, I am FAMISHED.  All the time!!  My sushi cravings are back, as well as for burgers, bagels, ice cream, noodles, my beloved Vegemite – anything in a huge, greasy portion that is probably bad for me, I’ll take TWO of, thankyouverymuch!

What’s different though, is that I’m also starting to crave veggies!!  For the first time in the entire pregnancy, I can stomach the thought of broccoli.  And cauliflower, which was actually the hardest thing for me to even think about eating!  Maybe it’s because of all the gorgeous produce that’s in season now: crunchy green beans, fresh, sweet English peas, corn is starting to come in as well as delicious, juicy cherry tomatoes (not exactly a vegetable I know, but incredibly palatable again).  Of course the fruit is turning my head, too.  Bee and I go through at least four punnets of fresh, Ontario strawberries a week!  Plus we’ll have raspberries and blueberries, watermelon and apples and mango.  I found some luscious kiwis the other day which were gone five minutes after getting them home.

Maybe I’ll make up for not eating “the healthiest” through this pregnancy by maintaining this fresh food consumption over the next two months…

Anything making you queasy or sick:  Nope.  Well, that new show The Strain had a gross scene that made me leave the room.  Does that count?

Gender:  Boy.

Symptoms:  Yew, boy.  Okay, I’m just going to list them, point form styles:

  • Swollen feet – my fabulous Coach shoes are starting to feel tight. *SOB*
  • Lower back pain – mostly shooting down either side of my upper hip down through my butt.  It stops me in my tracks at random times: when I’m walking; sleeping; breathing; living.
  • What I like to call “swamp mouth” – I have no idea what causes this, but – and I’m sorry, this is really gross – I can never seem to get my mouth feeling clean!  No matter how often I brush my teeth or gargle with Listerine, it tastes like rotting food is wafting off my tongue.  In fact, mouth wash just seems to make it worse!  I’ve tried lemon water, salt water, hot water, cold water.  I’ve tried eating “crisp, fresh” foods like cold cucumber, grapes and watermelon… but NOTHING WORKS!!   If anyone knows what I’m talking about, and how on earth I can get a little relief from it, I’d LOVE to know!!
  • The Witching Hour – not that I’m sleeping well to begin with, but without fail I will practically bolt upright at 3am and not be able to get back to sleep for at least an hour.  It’s actually one of my more productive times in the day: I catch up on emails, check Instagram, read the news… it’s not as bad as it sounds, really.
  • Restless Leg Syndrome – you know, that feeling of bugs crawling around just under the surface of your skin, contained to my lower legs just below the knee.  This usually starts right after I put Bee to bed, when I’m wanting to finally put my feet up and relax.  There are two things that relieve this horrible feeling:  1) marching on the spot for as long as I can before the Braxton Hicks take me down, and 2) blasting cold – and I’m talking  ice cold water over my legs, until they are numb and I can barely walk.  After that, I’m good to hit the sack… and roll around not being able to get comfortable until 3am comes and I just get up anyway.


Belly Button in or out?

Looking forward to:  Having the baby!  Not just because I’m totally OVER being pregnant (oh man, sorry, but I totally am), but because lately I’ve been seeing glimmers of “Big Sister Bee” in everything she does – it’s almost like her mothering instincts are kicking in too.  She’s been much more cuddly with her toys, tucking them into bed and singing the lullabies I sing to her every night.  Hearing her warble Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in her little voice to her bug-bowling pins, lined up under a tea towel, is enough to bring a tear to my eye.  Knowing that she’s going to love her little brother, even if it takes a while for her to adjust (which we’re prepared for), makes me excited to get this show on the road!

Are you pregnant?  I’d love to know how it’s going with you!


Great News & UGH! News: 28 Weeks Pregnant

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My 28 Weeks Pregnant vlog, featuring a special guest towards the end.

How far along?  28 weeks, officially in the third trimester!  Holy sh*t…..

Baby’s size:  Pelé is now the size of a large eggplant and still around 1.5-2.5 lbs.  I kinda feel like he’s been through a growth spurt, which is why I was feeling queasy the other week.  That’s all gone now though, back to eating like a horse.  A massive, hungry horse whose appetite cannot be satiated with mere single portions alone.  Give me two of everything or give me your heart on a plate…

….woah.  That got dark really fast.  Sorry about that.  I get super hangry these days.  Just a warning.

Total weight gain: 19 pounds, so I was one pound off from my guess of 20!  But really that’s only because I didn’t eat breakfast before my glucose test.  If I had had my usual oatmeal/scrambled eggs/toast/sneaky croissant slipped into my purse I would have been over 20 for sure, forsureforsure.

Maternity clothes?  Yes… except for the bathing suit I had to wear at my in-laws over the long weekend.  I dug and I searched and combed and scanned and tossed and overturned everything in this house, and for the life of me could not find that damned maternity suit I am still convinced I have somewhere!

I’d been dreaming of floating in the pool for weeks, so I had no choice but to sift through the bikinis from my previous lives (because why would I own a ONE PIECE before having kids?! Like, hell-OO!) and pick out the least flimsy, tissue paper-esque, stringy one I had, one with actual support – which was basically this one:

VSSuit*Sigh* I did not look like this while wearing it.

All I’m going to say about squeezing myself into this contraption is that I’m grateful there was only close family there to see it. The end.  Moving on.

Best moment this week:  Just as I’d hoped, being in the Valley for Canada Day long weekend, hands down.  As I mentioned in my 26 week update, we weren’t sure how Bee would take to the pool.  Much to our delight though, after a bit of time spent watching everyone else splash around – and possibly a bribe of a pickle (a “pickle bribe”, if you will) – she went in!  She was eventually comfortable and happy in the water, and even did some kicking and bubble blowing with Hubs!  It was the cutest thing and we have such incredible photos of the day… it was one of my Top 5 Bee Moments, for sure.

Since having her, I’ve imagined Bee as a wild, nudie, hippie baby, running free around my in-laws barefoot and diaper-less… a dream that was realized over the time spent there.  Most days the only thing on her skin was sunscreen a bit of bug spray, other than that she was free as a bird; nekkid as the day she was born.  It was amazing to see how natural she was in that environment, and I really hope we can get back there again sometime this summer before Pelé comes.

Miss Anything?  Still boooooooooze.  It’s really, REALLY hard being the only one not enjoying a glass of wine or a delicious frosty beer, especially in the Valley.  Sitting in the gazebo enjoying the breeze, listening to the cicadas and just being still with everything around me – what goes better with that than alcohol, I ask you?!

With Bee I managed to convince myself that President’s Choice Red Brew De-Alcoholized Beer tasted exactly like the Muskoka Brewery Mad Tom… LIES!  All lies.  This time around, it tastes like bath water.  Or swamp water.  Or worse:  just really bad beer.  I’m allowing myself little sips here-and-there of Hubs’ pints whenever we’re out, but I’m just not one of those pregnant women who is comfortable drinking her own.  I wish I was, GOD!  I wish I was!  I always thought I would be.  But, alas, just the faint taste of a delicious IPA on my lips is what I settle for, and will for the next 12 weeks.

Movement:  YES.  Pelé is trying to knock my laptop off my belly as I type this, and coming very close to succeeding.  I’m going to try and get a video of it….

Food cravings:  Everything bad for me.  Ice cream, especially.  And chicken wings.  Oh my God, chicken wings… I could eat a dozen right now, I’m telling you.

Anything making you queasy or sick:  Not this week, thankfully.  Or, maybe… not thankfully?  If you watch the vlog you’ll hear about my glucose test hiccup – as it turns out I’d probably be better off with aversions to the junky foods which I hold so dear.  UGH.

Gender:  Boy.  Still a boy.  And even if I didn’t know that he was a boy I would definitely suspect it, since everything about this pregnancy is totally different from the last.  Especially the way he kicks and wiggles and worms around, getting all his little limbs jammed everywhere under everything- exactly what I’d expect from a mischievous little boy.

Symptoms:  Lower.  Back.  Agony.   Sometimes I have trouble rolling over or sitting up in bed, that’s how bad it is.  And I’m not someone who ever had general aches and pains before getting pregnant – before having Bee I was in really good shape, rocking tissue paper bikinis and actually wanting to show off my legs, and now… I huff and puff going up stairs and hate pants and want to wear long dresses and skirts all the time.  And I have back pain.  LOWER back pain, which for some reason I imagine to be worse than just back pain.

Seriously, my next project is to find a good acupuncturist, one who specializes in easing prenatal discomfort.  If anyone can recommend one in the GTA, hollah at me, PLEASE.

Thank you in advance!

Belly Button in or out?  NEXT.

Looking forward to:  Getting my back sorted out – hopefully I’ll be able to find an acupuncturist and get an appointment made before my 30 week update, so I can let you all know how it goes!

Not really looking forward to the second round of glucose testing per se, but hoping the results come back negative so I can go back to eating ice cream guilt-free!  I’ll keep you posted on that!

Author and blogger Madeleine Somerville will be featured every Monday for 4 weeks starting July 14th on my #ASKAMAMA series!  The questions are in and filming starts soon!  A teaser will be up next weekend, so stay tuned for that!

 Hope you guys are liking this version of the bi-weekly update!  Would love to hear your thoughts!

Transitioning & Clearing Things Up

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*Check out my vlog below where I clear up a bit of confusion about the whole “being pregnant” thing!


Transitioning:  that’s daycare lingo for when a baby moves from the infant to the toddler room.  It’s basically a graduation.

Today is Bee’s first day of Transitioning, which means this morning she’ll spend 2 hours in the new Big Kid room before I pick her up and take her back to the infant room for the rest of the day.  And tomorrow she will split her day equally between the two rooms and then Monday, she starts full time.

Officially a Toddler.

Oh my God.  How is that even possible?  Bee graduating anything?!  I’m still nursing her, for Pete’s sake!

See, the thing with this new toddler “room”, is that it’s actually a whole other building about three blocks from the infant daycare.  So on our walk to school this morning, Bee got quiet about half way there when she realized we weren’t going in the normal direction.  She could smell something in the air, something was different.  Then we arrived, and as I expected, she cried.  Scared cries.  As I pulled off her boots and unstuffed her from her snowsuit, she wrenched her head around, eyes glistening with tears, mouth snivelling and downturned as if to say, “Mummy, please!  Please don’t leave me!  Pleeeeease!!”


I remained smiley and spoke with a happy voice as a small swarm of curious little kids surrounded us, half with snot slugs trailing down their face (ugh, another round of viruses to deal with!).   A couple of them were just recently in her infant program and only made the transition themselves a month or two ago, so I’m hoping that she’ll start to recognize them and things won’t be so tough on her….

I just got home from dropping her off and my heart and head are swirling with all sorts of emotions and worries, “I hate being the parent that has to leave her!”

“She’s old enough now to know that I’ve left… does she know that I am going to come back?”

“Will she recognize her old friends?”

“Is she going to fit in?”

“I hope she isn’t overwhelmed being the littlest there….”

… these are all the same worries I had five months ago when I walked Bee through the front door of her very first day in daycare, just a little less amplified, I guess.

The difference this time is… I know in my heart that ultimately, no matter what happens to her there, whatever little bumps or bruises, conflicts or struggles may happen, she will be fine.

More than fine.

If my husband and I have learned one thing over these last few months is that Bee is a strong, social, adaptable little girl.    She makes friends so easily and loves nothing more than to be around other little ones, playing and laughing and making the most of her day.  The amount she’s learned since November is… staggering.  Truly.  She has grown in so many ways, much more than if she were to have not gone to daycare.  It has without a doubt been the greatest thing we’ve ever done for her.  And though I spent weeks feeling guilty about going back to work and “leaving her”, it was, in the end, for the very best.

My anxiety will fade quickly this time, I know it.  In fact, I just received a lovely call from one of her teachers updating me on her progress (you can watch the call in the vlog below).

It’s all just another step in Bee’s development, in the Creation of Her.  How many more to go?  How many more transitions?  Graduations?  Friends?  Lessons learned?

… talk about staggering.

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