Best laid plans

Sometimes things just don't go quite like you planned. Like this for example. I had planned on writing a very long inciteful, thought provoking post to keep your interst and to make you think for while I was gone. Something filled with gossip about another blogger of whom I know you all read too. Something top secret, and potentially reputation hurting for her.

However I can't. Hubby is standing over my shoulder right now waiting to pack up the computer. I had hoped to have another day with it. But sometimes I'm not in charge. I know that's hard for y'all to believe but there it is. I like to let him have his manhood occassionally. How kind of me I know.

So I guess you guys will just have to wait with baited breath for me to come back to hear my gossip. Haha.

As penance heres Tristan

LOOK! Shiny

Ummm, so I guess I've been neglecting you guys lately.

I'm sorry. Truly.

Unfortunately, it's only going to get worse for like the next month. You see, I'm moving again. And once again I will have no phone or (gasp) internet for a month. However I don't really feel like writing the final post to be up for that month yet, so here, be distracted by pictures of Tristan. I promise I'll be back before the end of the month.

Just chillin', figuring out his playmat

Rolling over. Seriously, 1 month and 4 days old. Can't believe it.

Bath time. He's loving it.

If there isn't enough stress in my life...

So since I've last posted life has been really interesting.

As you all know, or at least I think you do, we have sold our house and bought a new one. However we couldn't manage to get posession dates to line up so we are out of a house for a month. De ja vu anyone? Only this time now we hve a newborn.

I was beginning to think that I was gonna have to take the baby and the dogs and the cat and drive to Saskatchewan for a month. However two days ago we found a furnished place to rent. Yay. But now we have two moves to contend with. At least we can just put our stuff in storage for the month.

And to top it all off, the most stressful part of this whole situation is the hospital stay for a week we just went through. but I would've given anything to have had me be the reason for it. Unfortunately, it was Tristan.

We went in for a routine check up and wound up getting sent to the hospital and then sent to another hospital in an ambulance. His oxygen levels were in the 70's when they should be in the 90's. So we get there and I am forced to endure watching him get a heel stick.

And then I wait for the pediatrician to get there.

And wait.

And wait.

Three hours later he shows up.

Tristan has laryngeal malacia. Which means his larynx is not formed properly. It is soft instead of rigid. Which means when he eats he cant swallow and breathe at the same time like most babies. So he was choking when he tried to eat, so he would get just enough and then go to sleep. So he was losing weight which is what tipped me off that something wasnt right. His oxygen levels were so low because he was screaming for so long and holding his breath.

This is something that he will just grow out of, and there is nothing we can really do for it except modify how he's held while feeding. Which has to be done by bottle now. Which sucks. But whatever's best for him.

He was weighed today and he is now 7lbs and 15ozs. So he has gained back all he lost and more. At quite an astounding rate.

So all is good now. And thats what I've been doing.

Here is the most heartbreaking picture you will ever see.

He hates travelling so he cried in the ambulance the whole way there. And i died inside a little every time a tear fell.

Disappearing Act

So I kinda just disappeared there for a bit hey?

Well it's been a very interesting couple of weeks anyway.

My parents showed up on April 7th and we all started waiting (im)patiently for the little bugger to make his arrival. And of course he has a stubborn streak so he kept us waiting. But my dads threats about chasing me with the truck to get my labor going were starting to sound like he actually would. So I took matters into my own hands and insisted that I be induced. Immediately.

Things were all set to go for wednesday morning.

However Tuesday night my dad and husband decided they were going to go rock picking up the mountain. Drunk. About an hour later they came back looking sheepish. I knew something was up immediately. Turns out they went up somewhere they shouldn't have and had to slide down the hill on their asses. Well my dad slid funny and would up barrell rolling down the hill and somehow sliced the palm of his hand. Deep. Deep enough that it didn't hurt. Might've also had something to do with the whiskey.

So we load into the truck to head to the hospital. While we are waiting my dad is 'exploring' his hand to see just how bad it is. He grossed out the nurse and one doctor, that's how bad it was. Anyway, they had to call in extra nurses because of how busy it was and the surgeon to stitch his hand.

Then the doctor who is supposed to be doing my induction the next day pulls me aside to tell me that I may get bumped because they will be short staffed the next day because of how busy it was. In other words because of my dad. Boy was I mad.

Anyway the next morning rolls around and thankfully the still attempt the induction. I am inserted with a cervadil strip, and it hurt because the Dr. has short fingers. So I get strapped up to the monitor and have to wait for an hour before I can go.

Before I can leave they inform me that I am to come back in if my contractions become regular or my water breaks. If not, then the next morning they will start me on the pitocin drip. So I'm off to spend a night in agony with contractions not quite regular and no water breaking. I go in the next day expecting to be admitted only to learn that one of the surgeons has gone out of town so there is no c-section back up (or epidural) so they cannot continue with the induction.

Cue very mad angry pregnant woman.

So after hours of fucking around I finally convince the Dr. on call that I will be having this baby if I have to cut him out myself. So I am sent to another hospital about an hour away. Which is fine by me. Just get him out.

Off we head to EKRH on friday morning (couldn't go in on thursday because he was already inducing 3 other women. Which sounded promising to me) to be there at 8 am.

I am now settled into my room which is nothing more than a glorified closet because I am not officially in labour so I get the assessment room. In walks my new Dr. Now I should point out that I had a female Dr my whole pregnancy and had been quite set on a female dr. But I guess if you are desperate it doesn't matter anymore.

The guy is gorgeous. At least 6'5" tall, blonde hair blue eyes, south african accent. Giant hands. Even hubby is eyeing him up. It's obvious he doesn't want this man looking at my hooha.

He sits down to go over everything with me and flat out tells me there is no way I have gestational diabetes. Good to know. So i go over all my medical history with him and tell him about some problems I had been having. So he looks at myswelling and immediately orders some tests to be run. He informs me that my Dr is an idiot and that this is a high risk pregnancy because of my heart condition and that with the severity of my swelling he believes that i may have pre-eclampsia. Which I suspected for a while, but my Dr. didn't seem worried.

Test come back to show that my liver is shutting down. I was right. IT was pre-eclampsia not just an over indulgence of food that had me looking like a whale.

Anyway, another go of cervadil to see if that gets us anywhere. That night the contractions were so bad that I had to have a shot of morphine to get some sleep that night. Adam slept right through the pain I was in. I was rubbing my own back it hurt so much. I wanted to smother him. And shots in the ass hurt really badly, btw.

Next morning Dr Hottie walks in and next thing I know, there is a gush of fluid and eeeewww! He broke my water. No warning at all. He says alright, lets get you moved into another room and we'll start the pitocin drip shortly. Out he walks. I am a bit surprised, things are now moving very quickly and I want my mommy. Adam gets on the cell and calls them at the house. I tell them to hurry the fuck up and get here.

The contractions are ridiculously strong and I cant even talk through them. Adam is putting so much counter pressure on my back he's complaining that his hands hurt. Which nearly gets him killed. I am holding off on the epidural until my mom gets there and I swear they are taking their sweet ass time about it.

My nurse for the day is a sadistic bitch and I hate her with every fiber of my being. When its finally time for the epidural the guy asks if I can sit up or just roll onto my side so he can insert the needle. Bitchface says to him 'oh she can get up, she just doesn't like to' and proceeds to reef me upright. On the wrong side of the bed so I have to move twice. Through killer contractions. And then she kept trying to move me during my contractions to arch my spine. And she wasn't doing it right either so after being forcibly held in an uncomfortable position through three contractions the anesthesiologist informs her that my back isn't curved out enough. So I give my mom a look and she brushes the nurse away and helps me do it properly.

Two hours pass and I LOVE the epidural man. Dr. Hottie comes in checks that it's time to push. He informs me that I have one hour to get him out or its c-section for me because they are worried about my heart, and also now his heart rate has started to drop through the contractions. Down into the 60's and I'm starting to get really worried.

AFter some time of pushing and not a whole lot of progress my mom is like "come on Cindy that was a good one! I can see his head! PUSH PUSH!" The Doctor looks at her and says "Don't lie to her you can not." And I giggle a little inside my head because she got busted lying.

Time is running out on the clock and I'm being told that he is going to use the vaccuum to try and help. He gets it attached and uses it through one push. Not a whole lot of progress after that and I hear him telling the nurses to bump a surgery because I am going to be heading in pretty quickly. Now at this point I should tell you that I can feel everything going on down below and I am not happy. Two good pushes later and out comes his head. Without the help of the vaccuum ( I caught him off guard) and he's telling me not to push for a minute (Adam later tells me his cord was around his neck) and then out he comes.

Dr. Hottie plops him on my chest and I'll be perfectly honest here when I tell you I was thinking eeew! he's slimy and bloody get him off me. But I held him like a good mommy. The cord was cut and they took him away to clean him up and I could tell Adam was torn between staying with me and seeing his son. So I sent him to go look at his son while I got stitched. It was so bad that the doctor wouldn't tell me how many stitches I got. My mom counted about 10. But as I mentioned before, the epidural had worn off so I was very vocal about wanting something now to make me not feel this please. But even with a local anesthetic I could still feel it. Adam takes this point in time to joke with the doctor "So I'll see you in 9 months" the doctor looks at him and is like "come on give your wife a break. 10 months" And I want to kick them both in the head.

Tristan Adam

7lbs 60z

20 inches tall

36 centimeter head thank you very much.

adam said after watching labor I could name him whatever the hell I wanted. Haha I got my way.

His Apgar scores were 9 and 10. I surprised dr. hottie by knowing what that was.

Finally

No, not the baby. I'm still pregnant. I think I will be forever. At least it feels that way. What I mean is that our house is finally done being renovated and is now on the market. We had our first showing today.

It apparently went awesomely. They want to know how soon of a posession date is possible. And we have two more viewings scheduled for Friday and Saturday. Hopefully we wind up with a bidding war. That would rock.

Ummm, what else... mymom ordered me my crib. Wont get it until July. Thats right 4 months from now. Great. I ordered my stroller and car seat. Wont get it until April 14th. So I have no idea how we'lll get him home from the hospital without one. (we won't) No, I'm not stressed at all. I've only been waking up with migraines every morning because I have been sleeping with my teeth clenched. But stress? Nah. I've got none of that.

Except the fact that today my son tried to scare the fuck out of me by refusing to move at all, all day. Despite the fact I ate super amounts of sugar trying to wake him up (great for the gestational diabetes). SO I went to the Dr to get checked out, and his heart rate is fine (slower than normal for him but still good). I go for a non-stress test at the hospital tomorrow. Hopefully everything checks out, but my Dr didnt seem too worried.

My mom says its a sign that hes going to be coming soon. I'm not sure how I feel about that. BECAUSE I AM NOT READY FOR IT. But at the same time I am.

Nothing else new at this point so... I will keep you all posted.

also THIS JUST IN WE HAVE AN OFFER ON THE HOUSE!

Fine then

Alright, so I 've finally given in and taken some pictures of me. These were taken at 36 weeks 3 days. Today. My head is not pictured because I look like crap today. Yes, my mirror is dirty. No, I don't care.

The little bugger gets bigger and bigger every single day. I cannot wait for him to come out. Only, yes I can because I am so not ready for him to come yet. I have for him so far a swing, a tub, clothes and...roughly that's it. My mom has said she was ordering me a crib, but I have yet to see it. So if he is born anytime soon he will be sleeping in his swing.

So Sarah, this post is for you. Bribe me and ye shall receive. Sears is also fine, yes there is one here and actually I registered there. I was promised a shower by someone here and she never actually came through even though she told every one that she was going to do it. So I made a registry for nothing. Or for my benefit I guess. Whatever.

Enjoy the pictures. Don't laugh too hard. And if you do, don't tell me.


My poor poor tattoo. It didn't know what it was in for. You can also see that my belly button is popped. Pretty.

An open letter

To the old man in the purple car with veterans licence plates;

Dear sir,
Thank you for everything you sacrificed in going to war for our country. It is very much appreciated and I mean that. From the bottom of my heart.

However, it is generally not accepted practice to pull out onto a highway in front of a car going highway speed, and not having looked. I really thought it was fun to have to swerve into the ditch to avoid hitting you since you were aimed at my side of the car.

You should consider yourself very lucky that I am 8 MONTHS pregnant, otherwise I would have destroyed your car (and mine for that matter) and not have cared at all about how much that would scare the crap out of you.

You are also very lucky to have not pulled over and stopped at all before I turned to go to my Dr's appoinment, otherwise I would've got out of the car and reamed you a new one. And with my temper lately, you wouldn't have wanted that. I can be one scary bitch. Ask my husband.

I also really enjoyed that since my horn doesn't work, you didn't even know that you nearly killed a pregnant woman. Didn't even know I was there. So, thank you.

Asshole.

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I used to be very lenient towards old people keeping their licences. Especially those who put their lives at risk in the war to protect our country. Veterans had a special place in my heart and I felt we should give them a little leeway.

I can stand the slow driving, lack of signal use, and occasional lane weaving. However when they pull out across a lane of traffic onto a highway in front of a car going 100km/hr and never even notice, there are some steps that need to be taken against your right to hold a driver's licence.

Just because you risked your life many many years ago, does not mean you now have the right to risk my life and that of my unborn child. And everyone else on the road for that matter.

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PS As you can tell, I made it back from Jamaica without incident, and am still incubating this little parasite.

PSS As you can also probably tell, I am so done being pregnant at this point. His eviction notice has been served.

Jamaica, Mon!

I leave for Jamaica tomorrow!!! Okay well I actually leave for Calgary tomorrow and then fly out on Sunday, but whatever.

I am nervous about how my animals will take being in a kennel as they've never done that before. I am also worried because we already started to pack up the house a bit and that freaked them out pretty good, so I hope they don't think they've been abandoned.

I suppose I'll get over it though.

Anyway, I am not happy about the way the alterations to my bridesmaid dress turned out. It looks like a tent. Seriously. Adam saw it and asked why Marie picked such ugly dresses. I had to tell him that it wasn't the dress's fault. It was his. He didn't like that very much, and informed me that I was there too. Whatever, plausible deniability. I can claim I dont remember. He REALLY didn't like that.

So I should get back to packing and such. Just wanted to let you all know I won't be posting for a week. Not that that is all that out of the ordinary for me these days. Everyone have a good week and wish me luck that I dont go into labor.

End of an Era

So, I've broken down and finally done it.

I'm kinda upset about it though. Adam thinks it's funny, and had been bugging me to do it for a while now.

I've taken out my belly ring.

Well to be perfectly honest, the decision was made for me.

By the screen door. I was opening it to go inside and it got caught on the handle and ripped out. Didn't rip the hole, but broke the ring in half and scratched a big line across my stomach. It looks really pretty.

And Fuck, did it hurt. I damn near dropped to my knees on the deck. I must've scared the crap out of Adam because he came running to see why I screamed. I think he thought I was in labor.

Which at this point I would be so ready for. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. I do not think I can last another 6 weeks and 4 days. Although, I will ask that he stay in there for at least another three weeks, so I can go to Jamaica. That would be very much appreciated from him. (Did you hear that baby? Stay put for 18 more days, at least.)

Holy crap, we leave for Jamaica in 10 days. I cannot believe that. I'm excited, but not at the same time. Hard to explain...

But that's a whole other post.

Happy Valentine's Day

So it's Valentines day and I'm here all alone because Hubby is away at work and won't be home until tomorrow. But yesterday he bought me a dozen roses, a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates and a giant card. So I guess I can't really complain too much.

Anyway on a completely unrelated subject, I failed my glucose Tolerance test on Friday, so there is a good chance I have gestational diabetes. I only failed by .2 , so not by much. They like to see under 7.8 and I got 8. Oh well, now I get to go see a dietician.

The test itself wasn't that bad. They make you drink a drink that is essentially orange drink like from Mc Donalds but with EXTRA sugar. And then you aren't allowed to walk around for an hour and then they take your blood. We got bored in the waiting room just sitting there, and we wanted to take a look around the maternity ward. So hubby went and got a wheelchair and pushed me around the hospital. Our maternity tour lasted all of 5 minutes and there was like three rooms. All were empty. and so was the nursery. Which is kinda funny because I was worried about maybe having to get a private room, but seriously. I will probably be the only person in the whole ward.

Thats all I know for now, so I've got to go paint some things so we can put our house up for sale. Because we are moving. Again. Yay! This was the thing I wasn't allowed to talk about before because nothing was for sure at that point.

Insomnia

You know how when you are soooo tired and you lay down and ... then you just lay there. For hours on end staring at the ceiling, watching the minutes tick by on the clock. I have been doing that for at least the last week and a half. Never fail, all night. Maybe getting like 2 hours of sleep.

Well finally I slept great last night. I modified my leg pillow situation. I had been using one pillow between my legs (to keep my hips even) and that just wasn't cutting it anymore. I now sleep with two pillows, big pillows between my knees.

It was HEAVEN! I swear to you, I have never been so grateful to wake up in the morning. Well rested. Now I have no excuse to get out of doing housework. Dammit. Oh well, I guess I'd better go do those dishes that have been in the sink now for like 3 days.

Hopefully I will be able to sleep again tonight, cause now that I know it can be accomplished I can't go back to sleep deprivation. I just can't.

And it's a...

Baby!!!

Haha, aren't I funny? Okay, but in all seriousness, it's a beautiful baby BOY!

He wouldn't cooperate for a 3d picture of his bits, but we got a regular one to show the hubby. No he couldn't come because I didn't want to subject the dogs to another 12hours of driving in a day. (I only came down for the day, it was a very quick trip. To the appointment and then home)

Needless to say hubby was very VERY excited to learn that 'he' was having a boy. He thinks he's the man because two of his brothers have kids and they both had girls.

Baby is currently about 3lbs and 2ozs and the utlrasound tech was predicting an 8lb baby. OUCH!! Come on, seriously I was a 6lb baby. Why does my little man have to be so big?

Baby is also very active and wouldn't stop moving through the whole ultrasound. He kept reaching for his feet and at one point had his big toe in his nose. His mouth was constantly open (taking after daddy already) and he even gave us the finger (also like daddy).

Now to talk him out of naming the baby Junior. And I wish I was kidding. Now I need to go lay down, I seem to have been infected with this flu that's going around (yay, thanks hubby)

Best Day Ever...

Oh, right sarcasm doesnt print very well.

So you know how I was in Saskatchewan for a month? I was there that long waiting for my dad to fix my car. I loved it. Custom paint color and everything. Made to look like it was a Z24, when it was simply a cavalier.

Can anyone guess where this is going?


That's right everyone, my car was in an accident last night. Well, I guess I was too. I hit a fucking deer. In town. Going 10km under the speed limit even. Although in the interest of full disclosure, the bastard ran into me. Drivers fender. It looks really pretty now.

I have had my car back for 9 days. My dad has had it for over a year, and seriously not even two weeks back, it gets wrecked. Can you fucking believe my luck?

Seriously though, I blame my dad. This is because he called me every day to see if I'd wrecked my car yet. He jinxed it. Even he thinks so. At least they didn't tell my brothers yet, cause I don't think I would be able to handle the harassing.

The part that really had me crying is that just yesterday I had made an appointment in Calgary at a 4d ultrasound place and wasn't sure I would still be able to go. I've decided I'm still going. Cause if I didn't take that appointment they wouldn't be able to get me in until the end of February. And that just wasn't cool with me.

Can you guys imagine how the phone call with my dad went last night? Hi dad, guess what? I just fucking wrecked my damn car! How does this make you feel? Honestly though, I was too chicken shit to talk directly to him so I told my mom. Apparently he had to go lay down and cuddle his dog and tell him his problems.

PS Sarah, my parents have another dog now, my dad found a puppy the day I left. So Parker has a new little brother (rolls eyes). Another dog hitting the fucking jackpot in life.

Happy New Year!

Okay, so I'm a little late, but better late than never right?

I have been back home now for about a week and a half, so yes I've been being lazy. I was back in Saskatchewan for almost a month, and am a little glad to be home. Needless to say Hubby is happy for me to be home. He literally lost five pounds while I was gone. And was feeding the poor cat dog food cause he ran out of cat food. The cat was REALLY happy to see me.

My family spoiled the shit out of me for christmas. I have more maternity clothes than most people have regular clothes. It's great to fit comfortably into clothes. I definitely look pregnant now, and am having a hard time not bumping into people with my belly. My mom kept saying that my baby was going to be born with brain defects if I keep banging into things with it.

My little brother kept telling me that my baby was going to be born hard boiled because I sat in the hot tub a couple of times. Dont worry I was careful to not let myself get too hot. And I had my Dr's okay as long as I was careful.

My mother-in law tried to kill me. Literally. Okay maybe it wasnt on purpose, but the best I can say is MAYBE. We went there one night for dinner and she fed us seafood. That was all she made, and I wasn't going to ask her to make anything else since we dont really get along. So to tide me over until we could get back to my parents house, I ate a few pieces. Then later on she mentioned that some of the pieces had been cooked a week earlier and she simply heated them up. Uh-oh. Not only was I eating seafood, but leftover seafood. I was fine for about a day after, minus the swollen feet. But the day after that, christmas, I was so sick. I couldnt eat anything all day and was swollen everywhere. And I had not swelled up at all prior to this (or after btw), so I was a little worried. And then the puking came. Hubby simply rolled over and pretended to be asleep (thank you very much), so I went to sleep in another room so as not to disturb him because he had to drive back home the next day. I have never puked that much my entire life. Ever. I was so sick I couldnt keep water down. I was so thirsty and all I could do was suck on a freezie. I kept half of it down. But eventually I got better. Although I had a tendency to cough till I puke. Which was fun. So yay, thanks for trying to kill me Janet. You almost succeeded.

Anyway, I'm really glad to be home. I promise I will try to get back into posting regularly.