29 Weeks

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I’m happy to report that Babe is a natural in the great outdoors! He did great with the camping trip this past weekend, and really gave me very little trouble overall for the 2.5 days that we were out there!

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The most challenging part of camping while 29.5 weeks pregnant was the whole washroom situation. Our original campsite that we were assigned to was nowhere close to a washroom, which was a bit of a problem considering I have to go about 33,000 times per hour now, including in the middle of the night (my god I miss my old camel bladder…on the day of our wedding, I didn’t go to the bathroom for over 16 hours, and still didn’t really have to go when I finally took off my dress at 3am!?).

Thankfully, Matt was great and sprung into action before Neil and Kaitlyn even arrived at the site, checking out other lots that may be better situated for Babe and I, and we managed to snag a different campsite that was a short walk from the “real” washrooms (you know, running water etc). Thank goodness.

We were camping in Balsam Lake Provincial Park, which is located right on the huge lake, and we spent most of the day on Saturday out in Matt’s canoe, much to his delight! Few things make my Matthew happier then the great outdoors and being in his canoe, so it warmed my little heart to be out there with him. We ended up paddling somewhere between 6km – 8km all the way across the lake, around a point and down to another Provincial Park (Indian Point) where we had a little picnic for lunch.

I know what you’re thinking.

What in the name of all that is holy would Sara be willing to eat out of a picnic basket while camping in the woods without Lysol wipes and a stove to burn the life out of all the food? 

And the answer my friends…..

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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh baby.

Matt and his brother grew up taking long interior camping trips with their dad and brothers, and they seriously know what’s up when it comes to surviving in the wild! Neil brought his single burner stove and a little tiny pan out in the canoe, and made us probably the best grilled cheese sandwiches I’ve ever had in my LIFE out on that island. 8km paddle / fresh air aside; I would put this sandwich up against any I’ve had before, seriously! I (of course), ate two. One for me, one for Babe. Duh.

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On the way back across the lake after our picnic, things got interesting! Matt had brought his fishing rod and some new lures with the hope of dropping a line in and maybe catching a Muskie (read: Muskellunge: a species of large, relatively uncommon freshwater fish native to North America). It was after 2pm by the time we set back across the lake, definitely not the ideal time for fishing, but figured, what the heck, why not toss the line in on the way back across. Neil’s girlfriend Kaitlyn took the first turn with the rod as we started the long paddle back.

Within about 5 minutes of paddling, Kaitlyn called out that she thought the line was snagged. She gave it a couple of good tugs, and thought for a minute that a fish might be on…..but then decided, no, it was just snagged. She was struggling to get the snag free, so we circled back and she handed the rod over to Neil to try and get the line loose again.

Neil took the rod, gave it a couple good tugs, fixed some settings on the rod…..and then the rod nearly got yanked out of his hand as the “snag” started to pull back!!

“THERE’S SOMETHING BIG ON!!!”

I think at this point I literally started just screaming my head off (seriously, zero chill over here) while Matt frantically rooted around in our canoe for the net and Neil handed the rod back to Kaitlyn to reel in her haul.

As she started to reel and the fish got closer to the surface, Matt flipped out and yelled “OH MY GOD, I THINK IT’S A MUSKIE?!” (more screaming from me). We caught our first glimpse of the fish in the water close to the canoes, and it was a beast! It looked like an alligator coming to the surface!

When all was said and done, they grabbed the fish in the net, assessed that it wasn’t a Muskie, but rather a very grumpy looking Northern Pike (much more used to being the predator as opposed to the prey!), took a few trophy pictures, and tossed the grouchy thing back to go and prey on some more innocent fish (lol). Our “finger” measurements told us that it was somewhere between 26 – 28 inches long!! Way to go Kaitlyn!!

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All in all, it was a really good weekend, and I so appreciated all three of my camping buddies taking care to make sure that there was food that I was comfortable eating, and probably taking it a tiny bit easier then we may have otherwise (you know – 16km paddle aside). Oh, and to Matt for giving Babe and I the entire double air mattress to sleep on while he slept on his little cot on the side lol

Camping at 29.5 weeks pregnant can be done! 🙂

Aside from camping, it’s been an okay week. I took Monday off work and got an extra BodyPump class in which was great, but I’ve been dealing with a bit more lingering pelvic pain these days (not just after workouts, but all the time). I’m starting to get a tiny bit worried that I may have the start of SPD (Symphis Pubis Dysfunction), which basically means that the bones in my pelvis are getting slightly misaligned (very common in pregnancy). The pain is definitely manageable, I’d give it maybe a 3 – 4 out of 10 at the most, but it’s there, and it’s there most of the time now, which is a little worrisome.

My next midwife appointment is on Monday of next week, so I plan to mention it to her and see if there is anything I can do to help with this in the meantime. I really can’t complain, I’ve been so fortunate so far, and have really had to suffer through so little in this pregnancy, so if I’m in a bit of discomfort from here on out, then I can live with that. Would be jolly grand if I didn’t have to though! 🙂

I’m still eating like Michael Phelps (caved and bought another box of Drumsticks this weekend….I hate myself!!), and still gaining weight like it’s going out of style…..sheesh!! Make it stop!!

Sleep has been pretty good, although pelvic pain is sometimes waking me up in the night if I turn a certain way. I’m quick to get back to sleep though, so no biggie.

I’m starting to think about freezer meals for post-Babe arrival, and will probably get started on some of those in August….August is shaping up to be a very busy month for us though, with Matt headed out to Winnipeg for a weekend, wedding showers, CAN FIT PRO (eeeeeee!!) and possibly one more trip for me up to Sault Ste. Marie as well, so I’m sure that it will just fly by.

Hope all is well with you – have a wonderful week!

-Sara & Babe xo

28 Weeks

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If there was one word to describe this week from start to finish, I would probably say “emotional”. When I say “emotional”, I don’t necessarily mean “sad”, I just mean that every emotion I’ve been feeling seems to have been magnified a bit this past week. Happy, sad, excited, anxious, strong, hurt…..it’s been another roller coaster of a week!

For one of the first few times in my pregnancy this week, I really started to miss my pre-pregnancy body, and what it used to be able to do. I don’t think I ever realized how much intensity was a part of my personality until I’ve had to pull back from many things quite significantly, but when I look back on things that I used to do without even thinking about it (here’s looking at you burpee tuck jumps!), they now seem about as feasible as renting a unicorn for the day and flying to Narnia.

It’s all good – and the sadness didn’t last too long, but I definitely felt some pangs this week.

Food-wise, O.M.G; I still can’t get enough. I totally hate myself for how much I’m eating, and I know I’m going to have a bitch of a time getting this extra weight off after all is said and done, but I.just.can’t.stop. I actually find these days that if I go more then about 2 – 3 hours without eating, I start to feel really faint and woozy and need a really significant snack to boost me back up again.

And I ain’t talkin’ about no trail mix or piece of fruit.

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Snack stadium…..I die…… LOL

My guilty pleasure this week has been…wait for it….Nestle Drumstick Ice Cream cones!!!! Ahh my heart…..Matt left me alone in the grocery store for literally 2 minutes while he ran back to get something in the bread section that we had forgotten, and came back to our cart just in time to catch me casually tossing in a box of Nestle Drumsticks (which we’ve never bought, nor eaten in our 8+ years together LOL). The look on his face was worth the extra 2 months it will take me to get the weight off, I swear to you.

I can’t explain it, but something about those drumsticks just spoke to me in that store…..and oh baby, I like what they have to say! I’ve been averaging one a day for the past 3 days, and thankfully there’s only one left in the box, so after today, no more.

Maybe I should just stop going to the grocery store….. hmm…..

Sleeping has been really good, I haven’t had any issues with waking up in the night or getting to sleep, which has been really helpful for my frame of mind, especially when emotions are running higher than normal. Hormones + exhausted = problems. I am so thankful that I was an exclusive side-sleeper before I ever got pregnant, as I know lots of people that are really struggling to stay on their sides / get comfortable on their sides. Business as usual over here!

We had our 28 week midwife appointment just yesterday (the last day of 28 weeks!), and found out that Babe is still laying in a transverse position on his side. Baby boy has been laying like that since week ELEVEN?!? Guess little guy has found a comfy spot, and he ain’t movin’!

The transverse position is apparently known to be quite a painful one for the mother as the baby gets bigger because it puts quite a stretch on the uterus and a lot of pressure on the pelvic bones. This could (and probably does!) explain why I’ve had trouble keeping up with my high impact classes due to pelvis pain!

Babe, I know you’re comfy there, mama is happy to oblige and I’ll deal with the eventual discomfort….but here’s the deal….you’ve got to flip for me before the big day, mmmmkay? Not loving the idea of a planned C-Section if he doesn’t turn!! Remember my ducks in a row? That would scatter them all over the damn barn!!

The other big finding from this week was related to a vaccination that I found out about while doing some research for our midwife appointment called the TDAP vaccine, which is supposed to protect Babe from pertussis, whooping cough and a bunch of other things in the first two months of his life before he can get his own vaccine (I would pass the antibodies onto him in-utero for now, and these would last until he gets his own shot). I brought up the vaccine with my midwife and was a bit disappointed that she didn’t seem overly enthused about it, although she did admit that it was “recommended” that all pregnant women get the shot in their third trimester, and was safe to get in your third trimester. I’ve done a bit more research on it, and think that I will go ahead with getting the shot from my family doctor. Just to keep things interesting, we’ve also learned that Matt had this shot as a baby (as we all did) and was allergic to it and had a crazy reaction to it……….so of course, that’s now stressing me out a bit as well. Anyways, I’m putting my faith in the medical system and in my family doctor, and if she tells me that it’s okay to get it, then get it I shall.

Apart from some minor issues with my blood pressure (chronically low low low), I think that’s all to report from this week. I was feeling kind of crappy on Sunday morning after teaching a BodyPump class, so we took a drive over to Shoppers Drug Mart to measure my blood pressure, and it came in at 99 / 54; on the low side for sure. I find when my blood pressure gets low I start to feel a bit woozy and dizzy, so I’ve been trying to stay on top of my fluids as much as I can to help keep it up where it should be. No salmon episodes to report; thank goodness!

We are going camping this weekend with Matt’s brother Neil and his girlfriend Kaitlyn (at 29.5 weeks – I must be out of my tree) – and my number one concern (of course): getting enough food. Dear god. I’ll be the one with my pockets stuffed full of snacks all weekend long…..just in case 😉

Hey, maybe there will be an ice cream chest with Nestle Drumsticks at the lodge?!??!

Have a great week – wish Babe and I luck in the great outdoors!! If his Daddy has anything to say about it, our little man will be spending a lot of his life out in the woods, so I guess it’s only fitting that we introduce him at a young age!!

-Sara & Babe xo

 

 

 

27 Weeks

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Hello from our guestroom (aka the new home of our full length mirror now that Babe’s room has been setup in the old office)! I thought that I was alone for this selfie, but it turns out that a certain someone was lurking just behind the bump…..

Hi Blake!

My parents and brothers and Matt’s parents have all been on vacation in Lebanon for the past two weeks, and we’ve been looking after my little panther fur ball which has been nice (except that he seems to really hate poor Matt for some reason – which I’ll chalk up to jealousy). He chased the poor guy all around the living room earlier this week hissing and swatting at his feet!

Sheesh Matt puts up with a lot…….!!

We had our last “monthly” midwife appointment right at the start of week 27, with my primary midwife this time, who I really like. We got to talk a bit more about my salmon episode from 24 weeks, and she made me feel so much better about the whole thing, and reassured me that a lot of people had been coming in to them with major gastrointestinal issues, and that although passing out is super scary, it won’t affect Babe if it’s just for a short moment.

We also talked a bit about hair colouring (which she assured me was fine to do, but I’m still wrestling with myself over it….I hate the mousy brown colour that my hair is going with months of no highlights, but also hate the thought of Babe being around the chemicals for 3 hours….sigh….) and cord blood banking (which I brought up because it’s a topic of super interest to me given our family’s history with blood cancer / stem cell transplants).

At this appointment, we also talked a bit about pre-term labour and signs that I should be  on the watch for. This is something that’s weighed very heavily on my mind from the very start of my pregnancy, as several very close friends of Matt and mine have delivered their sweet babes early, so she really didn’t give me any new information that Dr. Google hadn’t already told me about. I guess all I can say is that I’m placing my trust in Mother Nature and in the universe; Babe will come into the world on his own schedule, whenever that may be, and we are grateful for every day that he gets to snuggle in close to me in there!

This week was the very first time that I felt any anxiety or nerves over actual labour / delivery itself. Up until this point, I’ve been pretty chill about the whole thing, promising myself that I would go in as educated and prepared as I could, but with very few pre-set expectations. Lord knows that even if I went in with a best-laid “Sara plan”, most likely it would all go to hell within 5 minutes anyways, and that would only frustrate me more.

Enter Stage Left: winging it.

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Anyways – brief anxiety episode aside, I’ve put the whole thing out of my mind for now, figuring we have some time before we get to that bridge, and worrying about it now won’t do any good.

It was a pretty uneventful weekend, Matt and I did a bunch more purging / cleaning, including a total overhaul of our storage room (OMG – such a difference, I’m in love with our basement / storage room right now!). We’ve pretty much nested our entire house top to bottom now, so I said to Matt that we’re going to need to find a new hobby for our weekends…..there’s nothing left to purge!!

Symptom-wise, I’ve been feeling pretty good, but definitely noticing an increase in back pain (specifically my upper / mid back) as the day goes on, and sometimes it’s hard to find a comfortable way to sit / lie. My belly is growing like MAD now (I can’t believe the change from 26 weeks – now!), and I think the extra weight / diameter is throwing things off a bit! I’m a bit afraid of HOW big my belly will grow LOL….I’ve been on the small side for most of this pregnancy, but feel like I’m on an uncontrollable growth spurt now and GET OUTTA MY WAY, because I’ll over-take you all! LOL.

The gym has become increasingly more and more uncomfortable, with the exception of BodyPump, which is still feeling fine. I’m just about finished teaching BodyStep for this pregnancy unfortunately, but am planning to get at least 1 – 2 more classes in to teach the new release (which launches next Tuesday!) before I hang up my stepping shoes for a few months. Sigh.

Even though I am bummed to not be teaching anymore cardio classes for this pregnancy, I’m also kind of looking forward to the chance to do some more experimenting with other low-impact classes and different types of workouts as well. I just have to make sure that I don’t get too lazy without the added incentive that I have to be at the gym to teach!

My appetite has still been VORACIOUS, and I’m eating my weight in food every day it feels like (no easy feat when your weight is sky-rocketing the way mine is!!!). I’ve been pretty happy with the balance of foods I’ve been getting in, and am trying to stay pretty chill about the weight / belly gain (okay, okay, I can cool it with the treats a bit….but just a bit ;)). I’ve also told Matt that at some point in this pregnancy, we’re going to McDonalds. Yea McDonalds, like….yellow arches, red fry boxes. And I’m getting a McChicken. AND my own fries. My very own fries! I haven’t eaten at McDonalds in probably 10+ years, but I’m cashing in this pregnancy thing and we’re doing it at some point for sure. Matt’s suggestion is that we wait until I’m even more huge and uncomfortable, and in need a morale boost. LOL.

Sleeping has been pretty good, although I definitely feel a bit more uncomfortable finding a good position. Once I get to sleep though, I’m out for the night, which is good. My energy levels have been pretty good overall as well (I thought that they were dropping way off a few weeks back – and really worried that that was going to be it for my second trimester energy burst, but nope, seems to be back and doing okay for now!).

Well – that’s all from this uneventful week! Our families are home safe and sound, and Matt’s parents left for home today, so our house is feeling awfully quiet again! We’ve been graduated to our weekly midwife appointments now that the third trimester starts next week (29 weeks) – so we’ll be meeting with our midwife again next Tuesday. I just can’t believe it.

It’s true what they say….the days are long, but the weeks / months / years are short.

Have a great week all!

-Sara & Babe xo

 

 

26 Weeks

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Okay, it’s not my imagination, I really am getting rounder every day now!

This week has been a great one, but I can’t deny that I’m feeling more and more pregnant with every passing day. In general, more (minor) aches and pains, a little more fatigued, definitely larger in general and more awkward moving around and slower overall. I really can’t complain – we only have 3 months to go now – truly in the home stretch!

Since my last update, I was off for 4 days for the Canada Day long weekend and O.M.G you guys, we got SO.MUCH.DONE. I am so wildly proud of Matt and I for the amount of stuff that we managed to get done this weekend – it was actually a little bit insane!

For starters, when I got home from work / class on Thursday night, Matt had been working his tail off all afternoon / evening on moving ALL of our office furniture out of Babe’s room and downstairs into our basement.

To this day I claim there must have been some black magic involved here, because I seriously have no idea how the hell my husband managed to move that gigantic futon and desk all by himself down two VERY twisty / windy sets of stairs.

Our basement (and really our whole upstairs with the exception of Babe’s room) was a total and complete gong show, but the important part was that the room was empty and ready for nursery furniture to arrive, which it did, the very next morning!

I guess I shouldn’t be so quick to accuse Matt of wizardry, because I watched the guy negotiate the gigantic dresser and crib boxes up our stairs all by himself with my own two eyes, and it made for an impressive combination of ingenuity, strength, and sheer stubborn will. I sat by offering my praise and encouragement from the sidelines.

Hehehe.

Anyways, while Matt attached the furniture build with a vengeance, I set into the task of unpacking all of our baby shower gifts, organizing by size / stage of life / item, and discarding all of the wrapping (which saved a ton of space in the end). Seriously – little boy stuff is just to die for. I can’t handle it. We got a great mix of stuff for our baby shower, lots of cute clothes, but also lots of useful gizmos and gadgets that we will totally use once Babe arrives! I washed my first of (so, so, so) many loads of baby clothes and had them ready to fold up in the dresser once Matt was done!

We took a trip over to the dump to get rid of all of the cardboard and packaging from our shower gifts, plus some more stuff that we had purged from our closets / basement as well. We are unstoppable I tell you. Just make sure you stop us if you see us driving down the highway with our TV on top of our car in the direction of the dump.

Over the next two days, I just can’t believe how quickly the nursery came together. We’ve had bits and pieces sitting around our house for weeks now, but to see it all come together was nothing short of magical for us. We’ve gone with a blue, white and grey theme (not the most original – I know, but we like it!), and are incorporating elephants into the design for now (we decided against painting anything on the walls so that we can change this up pretty easily if we get tired of the elephants down the road). I hesitate to share pictures because we don’t have our curtains up yet, and the black curtains really throw off the colour palette of the room, but if you can imagine the pictures below with a white and grey chevron curtain instead of the black, then that will be pretty close to the finished product!

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I just love our nursery already, it’s my favourite room in the house by far, and I’m guarding against clutter or anything ugly getting anywhere near it with a ferociousness I didn’t know that I possessed LOL I’ve already gone in there several times on my own and just sat rocking back and forth in the glider for a few minutes, lost deep in thought.

Ah serenity.

**As an aside – if you were wondering, our gigantic ruler was a wonderful gift from one of our close family friends at our baby shower, it came from a local garden centre!! We just love it!!

By Sunday, most of the hard work was done in the nursery. We took another trip over to the dump to get rid of some more stuff from our basement, but it was closed much to my dismay. I was kind of grumpy that the dump was closed even though it wasn’t a stat holiday and they hadn’t posted anything on their website about it being closed. Around this time, Matt started being weird, and insisted that we were going to go out for lunch to make me feel better. I was a bit confused about this because, as annoyed as I was, I didn’t think I was quite at the point where I deserved a meal out to make myself feel better (lol), and told him instead that I would just have some of our leftovers from the night before for lunch instead. I should have known better when he insisted that NO – we’re going out for lunch, that something was up…. 😉

Sure enough – when we got to the restaurant that Matt had said he wanted to try (another dead giveaway – Matt and I don’t “try new restaurants”, we’re the simplest, most easily pleased eaters you could ever imagine in your lives), A WHOLE GROUP OF MY FRIENDS FROM GOODLIFE WERE THERE TO SURPRISE ME?!!?

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I was so shocked / confused that Matt literally had to push me in the direction of the table LOL – I couldn’t believe that my friends had gone to all of that trouble just to celebrate Babe and I (ESPECIALLY when they had all been at my baby shower the previous weekend!!). I’m still blown away – I have the greatest friends!!

We had a lovely lunch at Jackson’s Landing and then back to my friend Kathy’s house for some of the best damn cupcakes I’ve ever had (that one in the middle with the crumble on top??? Oh baby…..). My friend Marie-Sjaan had the great idea to cut them into quarters so that we got to try some of each one, and I’m pretty sure that I had about 10 quarters, making approximately 2.5 full-sized cupcakes, but seriously, whatevs. SO good.

My afternoon out with my friends was exactly what I needed, and I didn’t even realize it. I came home feeling so much lighter and more positive, and ready to tackle another day of purging / building…..mua ha ha ha

On Monday, we went over to Ikea and bought some shelving units for the inside of Babe’s closet to help keep his paraphernalia organized. I came up with this idea to put a shelving unit right inside part of our master bedroom closet about 5 years ago now when we first moved into our house, and I was struggling to find a solution for my gym clothes (you think they build a drawer big enough for all of ’em? Not in all the land my friends, not in all the land….).

The Ikea open-faced shelving unit in my closet is a GOD SEND – it has 6 square cubes for storage, and I separate my “Reebok tops”, “GOOD Reebok tops” (you know the ones), “non-Reebok tops”, shorts, capris & leggings, sports bras & socks into their own cube. Works like a charm. I knew that I wanted to do something similar in Babe’s closet because the system works so well for me. So off to crazy-town (I mean Ikea) we went!

Matt still won’t let me park in the pregnancy parking spots at stores (something about if I’m still teaching BodyPump, I can walk the 25 metres to the store *eye roll*) so we parked back in Timbuktu, and were in and out within 45 minutes. Impressive for a pregnant person – no?!

More building – and yes, one final trip to the dump to get rid of the cardboard / garbage, and lordy – we were toast. Exhausted, but feeling so, so happy and accomplished with ourselves, we took our “after pictures” (above) and talked about how awesome we were for probably about 10 minutes before we moved on to the next topic (LOL).

Aside from the CRAZED nesting that took place over the long weekend, I did get out to my BodyAttack class on Saturday (just to participate – and mostly low impact), and my friend Kellye’s BodyVive class on Monday morning as well. I really enjoyed BodyVive – it’s a low impact workout that incorporates strength training using the resistance tube as well, and it was absolutely perfect for what I was looking for! I got a great sweat, good burn, and still felt like I had lots of energy for the rest of my day. I’m going to try to make this a class that I get to for the rest of my pregnancy (and beyond!) for sure!

My appetite is still similar to that of a bear fresh out of hibernation, and it’s showing, I feel like I’m gaining weight faster then I can say “gaining weight”, but all I can say is that I’m doing my best, trying to balance my diet as best I can, and get lots of water, fruit and veggies into me each day. My stomach has been well-behaved this week, thank you God.

We have our 27 week midwife appointment tomorrow – and I’m looking forward to the opportunity to chat with her a bit about my last salmon episode, and a couple of other things on my mind as well. I can’t get my head around the fact that we are entering the third trimester next week…..it feels like 3 weeks ago that I announced to the world that we were 16 weeks along. How time flies.

To my teacher friends or those that are off for the Summer – I hope you’re having a wonderful start to your vacations! Have a great week all – Babe and I will chat with you soon!

-Sara & Babe xo

25 Weeks

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Woo! Finally some colour!

I’ve realized that I’m just not very good at snapping these bump pics from the side, I never seem to get quite the right angle to show off the bump, and I’ve been wearing quite a few loose / flowy tops and dresses these days that don’t really do Babe justice.

Rest assured – even if it isn’t overly visible in pictures, I can promise you, the bump is real. 

This week was another roller coaster of ups and downs, highs and lows, and another week of pretty extreme emotion swings for me.

I was feeling 95% better from my 24-week salmon escapade by Wednesday and Thursday of last week, and was back to eating as normally as I could. Unfortunately, I think I over-did it a bit on Thursday, and had another miserable night on Thursday night writhing with twisting stomach pains. I never did end up throwing up, but my stomach was just a mess, and eating was next to impossible again.

GO AWAY FOOD POISONING / STOMACH BUG. GO AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

I was too sick to go in to work on Friday, and felt really guilty all day about work in general, as I really hadn’t been myself all week and my productivity had probably been only about 25% of what it normally is. By the afternoon, I absolutely forced myself to have some dry toast to eat, got about half of a Gatorade down, and made myself go out to do a couple of quick errands with the idea that maybe moving around a little bit would help things somewhat.

For once, I was actually right, and after getting my eyebrows done and picking up our car seat (which had come in at Snuggle Bugz – YAY!), I was starting to feel a little bit better – though still not close to “well”.

My family from Sault Ste. Marie had started to arrive at my mom’s house for our baby shower on Sunday, and Matt was busy recording a podcast for a few hours on Friday night, so his dad Roy and I went over to my parent’s house to visit with my Grandma and my Aunt / Uncle / Cousin for a few hours.

It was nice to see everyone, and plans seemed to be coming together for the baby shower, but it was hard for me to be too excited about the weekend when  my stomach was still feeling so sick. I (once again) said a gigantic thank you to the pregnancy gods for giving me a smooth first trimester, free of morning sickness – I just don’t know how pregnant mamas survive weeks on end of that!

Saturday was Matt’s best friend’s brother’s wedding, and I made the (foolish) mistake of not really thinking about a dress to wear to the wedding until the morning of – thinking that I had a couple of flowy options that would work fine. Turns out that when I tried said flowy options on, they looked more “nightgown” then “wedding”, and I went into panic mode trying to find one of my non-maternity dresses that would still fit.

It took me, Matt, our dresser, some cooking oil and some elbow grease, but we finally shoe-horned me into this (non-maternity) black dress, and off we went.

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The wedding was beautiful, and my stomach was feeling a little bit better then the previous day, plus we had a couple of hour break in between the ceremony and the reception to come home and hang out for a bit, which was nice. I just couldn’t bring myself to squeeze myself back into the way-too-tight black dress for the reception, so went with a more flowy floral dress that I’ve been wearing to work (totally not formal enough for a wedding – but at this point, it was the best I could do!).

I had a hard time with the dinner at the reception because I was worried about my stomach, so didn’t really end up eating much of anything the entire night, and much to Matt’s dismay, was feeling like I really needed to go home and lie down by about 11pm. It was baby shower day on Sunday and I desperately wanted to be feeling as close to 100% as possible!

Sunday dawned clear, beautiful and sunny, but I was wary because the weather forecast called for thunderstorms to start right around the time of our photo shoot. I had initially scheduled the photo shoot for our entire family, but it was becoming clear over the course of the week that it just wasn’t going to be feasible to get everyone together in the two hours before the shower, so we decided that Matt and I would do a mini-maternity session instead (before I get too giant and potentially wouldn’t really want pictures of myself anyways).

I got my hair done at a blow-dry bar in Oakville, and it felt nice to get a bit glammed-up after my so un-glamorous week, but as luck would have it, while she was putting the finishing hairspray touches on my curls, the heavens opened up and thunderstorms rolled in like a herd of rampaging bulls.

Sigh.

Sensing my utter dismay, the poor Asian girl who did my hair for me escorted me out to my car with a huge umbrella and got soaking wet herself trying to protect my hair as I got into the car – so sweet!

It was about a 15 minute drive over to the photo shoot location from the blow-dry bar and I summoned all of the positive karma I could during that drive pleading with the weather gods to stop the rain. Miraculously, it worked, and by the time I got to the gardens that we were shooting at, the rain had stopped, and although things were wet, the sun was actually starting to peek back out!

We met our photographer (who was lovely), and spent about 45 minutes taking some maternity photos in the gardens. I’m not totally sure how they will turn out to be honest, I’m really not loving how I’m looking these days, and just not feeling overly comfortable in my own skin, so not sure how that will translate in front of the camera, but regardless, at least we have some nice photos to document the pregnancy along the way (better then my weak attempts at bump selfies!); and some photos of Matt as well!

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(this is a cheesy iPhone pic – not a professional pic ;-))

The shower was wonderful, but was a bit of a blur to be honest! I do remember feeling pretty frustrated in the hour beforehand that things weren’t ready, people were frantically running around, and the photos that I had planned to take of our entire families never really came to fruition. I fully acknowledge that I’m a bit anal when it comes to planning and logistics, and I like things done a certain way (you know….my way! ;)). I also know that I’d be a much more chill person if I could adopt Matt’s Golden Retriever mentality and let more stuff go. C’est la vie!

In any case, thank god I was feeling pretty good for the shower, although I did miss out on the best looking taco bar ever because I just didn’t trust my stomach! We got totally spoiled with tons of gifts and lots of love and support from our friends and family, and it really was just an awesome afternoon surrounded by the people that we love the most. Our photographer stuck around to take candid shots for about an hour during the shower, so once I receive those, I’ll come back and update this post with a few pictures!

Although I was finally feeling better physically, Monday and Tuesday were stressful days, and my emotions were way out of whack. Most notably, my patience was at an all-time low, and everything that didn’t go 100% as I expected it to (even stupid things like the light changing from green to red at the wrong time) really irritated me and weighed on me for hours. I was also much more emotionally charged then I usually am, and everything (including loading my dishwasher) just seemed overwhelming and too much to ask of me in any given moment.

I know that hormone fluctuations (once again) are likely to blame, and I’m feeling much more level-headed today thank goodness, so until the next appearance of irrational Sara….here’s hoping that this train stays away from crazy-town!

We have SO much to do at the house this weekend, nesting ninja needs to come back out in full force to start organizing all of our shower gifts, plus we have our nursery room furniture being delivered on Friday!! Now that our house is empty again (Matt’s parents are in Lebanon with my family right now!), we are going to start emptying out Babe’s room of the office furniture to make room for it all to be setup! EXCITING! Once the nursery starts to take shape, I’ll be sure to share some pics!

For now, I’m in countdown mode until the long weekend, I’m off on Friday so only one more day to go! A big happy birthday to Canada – 150 years old and lookin’ damn fine!

Have a great week all!

-Sara & Babe xo

 

 

 

 

 

24 Weeks

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Here we go again with the dark clothing!! I promise lighter and brighter thoughts are on the way!!

Now that I have most of my basic maternity clothing items, I’m steering more in the direction of “dual-use” non-maternity pieces that I can get away with for the rest of my pregnancy, but then wear again after I’m pregnant. This particular dress was one that I picked up at Ann Taylor on the weekend, and one that I hope will look much more flattering once I’m not rocking a watermelon in front of me LOL

24 weeks WAS moving along relatively smoothly for Babe and I, until Sunday of the weekend when we hit a small but significant stumbling block!

I woke up on Sunday feeling major queasiness and just an uncomfortable tension in my stomach. A bit hard to describe, and I wasn’t sure if it was my actual stomach that was queasy, or if it was some sort of pregnancy-related tension / air build-up in my stomach that was throwing me off. In any case, I really didn’t feel great, but made myself go and take my friend Meaghan’s BodyPump class anyways as I had missed a workout on Saturday and was feeling like I needed to move.

The funny thing with the queasiness / tension was that it seemed to kind of come and go, I would go an hour without feeling anything, but then another hour feeling constantly queasy. I’ve been SO super lucky with this pregnancy to not really have had any nausea or upset stomach at all so far, so this was all very abnormal for Babe and I. Neither of us liked it very much. Glad we’ve worked out this whole “no morning sickness” deal Babe. Fist bump.

Sunday was Fathers Day, and we had plans to go out to Niagara Falls for the afternoon with my Dad and then out for dinner in Niagara later that evening. Matt was actually out of town this entire weekend on a canoe trip with his brother Neil, so I didn’t get to see him until late Sunday night when he got back.

I fought with the queasiness / tension in my belly all day long in Niagara; never really feeling 100% better. By the time we got to dinner, I was really feeling awful and just knew that me eating anything wouldn’t bode well for the car ride back home, so I just had a few bites of a garden salad (what a crying shame – we were at the BEST Brazilian Steakhouse!!) and even that didn’t sit well with my stomach. The car ride home was misery, and I spent most of it with my head inside a Ralph Lauren shopping bag feeling like I was going to throw up at any second. Thankfully, for those in the car anyways, I didn’t!

By the time I got home, Matt was home and unpacking from his canoe trip, and I had some Fathers Day gifts laid out for him, but I was feeling so terrible that I could hardly acknowledge the poor guy on my way to the couch to curl up in the fetal position. The tension in my belly had evolved to twisting pains, and I knew I was going to be sick at any moment. We called my midwives hotline and she suggested that I take a ginger Graval and try to get some sleep; which all sounded good in theory! I popped one Graval, but woke up about 20 minutes later puking my guts out. Lovely!

I threw up about 4 times and somehow made it upstairs to bed, but was up all night long (and I do mean all. night. long) with the same twisting stomach pains that I had had before the first puke-episode. I knew that I was doomed for Round 2. Around 5 in the morning, Matt got up for work to find me wide awake, writhing in pain with my pathetic little bucket.

Side note: I still can’t believe the guy gets up at 5am to go to work after going to bed at the same time that I do every night, that is some serious dedication right there.

He took one look at my pathetic little set-up and we assessed that maybe he better stay home for a few more hours to make sure that nothing crazy happened with Babe and I before he went in.

Sheesh – thank you god for instincts on that one.

I was puking my guts out again within 45 minutes, but this time, had a similar episode to my previous bout of food poisoning last year and actually passed out cold right in the middle of the whole episode. In a pool of my own vomit. Yikes.

Poor Matt was terrified (as he was the last time that this happened), but because it wasn’t the first time that it had happened, he also knew what to expect. After yelling my name for about 10 seconds, I apparently came to, with zero recollection of what had happened.

Alright, time for a funny side-story to lighten the mood around here! Last year when I passed out (twice in that episode last year actually), when all was said and done, Matt and I were re-hashing the whole mess and came up with the analogy that when I pass out, I look something like a gutted salmon at the grocery store ready to be wrapped up and handed off to a hungry family. Something to do with how wide my eyes get and how my body straightens out completely. LOL.

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For the past year, whenever we (affectionately) look back at that passing out episode, we refer to it as “that time that I / Sara turned into a salmon”. LOL – call us crazy, but we think we’re hilarious.

Anyways – so there I was in full on “salmon-mode”, and Matt made the executive call that we were going to the hospital. No more messing around with hotlines or anecdotal internet advice. I was able to get up and into the car myself thankfully, and off we went.

8.5 hours later, 2 IV bags of fluids, 1 absolutely revolting Pedialyte drink and about 100 tests later and we were finally home, no worse for wear, and reassured that Babe was doing just fine in there like the tough little muffin he is. The one up-side to the whole ordeal being that we got an extra ultrasound and got to look at Babe again, who is still in there with his legs crossed exactly like he was back at our anatomy scan! Little monkey has found a comfy spot and he ain’t movin’! He also reaffirmed his hatred for ultrasounds / doppler machines by kicking the ultrasound technicians wand so hard that she actually jumped in her chair LOL – apparently he’s really not a fan of the frequency that the machines give off!

Anyways – all’s well that ends well, and thank goodness Babe and I are back to just about 100% today, I haven’t had any more stomach pain or nausea and have kept all food down for nearly 36 hours. Operation rehydrate has commenced.

If I rewind a bit back to before the disastrous Sunday – Monday fiasco, it was actually a very productive weekend, nesting ninja was in full effect, and I managed to get another two garbage bags of clothes off to donation, and move all of my clothes out of Babe’s closet and over into our guestroom closet, so we now have one completely empty closet ready to store Babe’s things! Woohoo – sweet, sweet victory!

I don’t want to start putting things away in the closet until I have some kind of organization system going, so for now things are accumulating on the futon in our office. Once Matt’s family is gone next week (his parents and brothers will be at our house this week / weekend for our baby shower!), we’ll be starting the process of emptying furniture out of the office and moving it downstairs to the basement so that when the crib / other nursery furniture arrives (should be within the next 2 – 3 weeks at most!!) we can get it all moved in and set up. Things are coming together!

My energy / mobility continues to be a bit slower (as I noticed for the first time last week), and I’m just finding that I have to accept that what I used to whip through in 30 seconds now might take me 2 minutes to do instead. Case in point: the days of carrying 23 bags of groceries into the house in one load are over. I need to make a few trips now!

I’m so looking forward to this weekend for our baby shower, we’re doing a co-ed shower and a much more relaxed vibe which I think should be more “BBQ and hang out by the pool” then “official” baby shower, and I’ve also booked a photographer to do a lifestyle photo-shoot session for Matt and my entire families just before the shower as well! I’m really looking forward to it – and am very grateful that my crazy salmon-episode took place LAST Sunday, and not this COMING Sunday (the day of the shower)! Yikes!

On the agenda for this week is to re-hydrate, re-energize with some good food and just take better care of sweet little babe, he’s had a rough couple of days!

Hope you’ve all had a very “un-salmony” week!

-Sara & Babe xo

 

 

 

23 Weeks

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Two observations:

1) I seriously need to invest in some cheerier clothing, sheesh, all of my clothes are so dark!

2) I swear this dress used to be an appropriate length for work.

This past week (23 weeks) has been a major “transition” week for babe and I in the sense that it’s the first week of the pregnancy so far that I’ve actually felt pregnant. I’ve been getting bigger for a while now, and had some very minor symptoms, but it hasn’t been until this past week that I’ve actually noticed myself slowing down getting in and out of cars, going up and down stairs, carrying things, even laying on the couch sometimes!

It was a great run while it lasted! LOL

I’m so happy to report that my head has been in a much better place this week, and all of those overwhelming emotions from last week are long-gone. Ahh perspective.

I’ve discovered the trick to maternity clothes shopping is online, and I’ve also discovered that returning items you buy online isn’t as colossal a pain as I had built it up to be in my head. I’ve been cheerily doling out my credit card number to anyone who wants it online for the past week and have finally had some luck with a few maternity pieces!

So far, the verdict on maternity clothes is:

Maternity dresses: yes – but not too tight (nobody needs to see that much detail)

Maternity t-shirts: OH BABY YES – I love these things! The previously hated ruched cotton is a god-send, and I’m SO relieved to finally have shirts that are long enough! More, more, give me more!

Maternity pants: I hate you and always will

Maternity shorts: I hate you and will until I find the right pair. Or maybe I always will.

Lululemon non-maternity shorts: My one-true love…..I knew you wouldn’t let me down…

Lululemon non-maternity leggings: See above comment

Lululemon non-maternity cool racer back tank tops: See above comment

All I can say is it’s a darn good thing I’m pregnant in the Summer months. Much respect to pregnant mamas trying to survive the winter in pants / jeans all the time.

Shudder.

Nesting this week has mostly been in our backyard actually, and Matt’s been leading the charge! Back in the winter, he came up with the idea to rip out and replace our god awful, builders grade patio stones in the back and put in some nice interlocking stones.

I basically avoid our backyard at all times because it’s an untamed jungle and I just can’t deal with that nonsense (seriously, it’s enough for me to keep my house clean and somewhat organized, outdoor space = no), so was fairly indifferent to the idea at the time, but I have to admit that the guy has been working his tail off, and the finished product is one that actually makes me want to spend some time out there (you know – once the stones are all cleaned up and the furniture is back out)! Check it out!

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Inside the house, I attacked the upstairs closets this weekend and gee golly it’s a behemoth of a task. Allow me to explain.

When we moved into our house 4+ years ago, I quickly monopolized the entire closet in our master bedroom (allocating poor Matt a tiny fraction of the closet space for his nice shirts and suits), and soon found myself busting at the seams even while using both sides of the “his and hers” closet. I struggled along for a few months before deciding, to hell with it, I’ll just use the closet in the office as well!

Mistake.

So now – we’re at the point where I’m busting at the seams in essentially THREE FULL CLOSETS, and shit has just gotten WAY out of control. Our guest bedroom closet is still empty (at least from clothes), but there are tons of odds and ends stored in there (suitcases, our vacuum cleaner, duvets etc etc). SO the master plan is:

  1. Sara to get her life together and purge half of her clothes so that they fit in the master closet and PART of the guestroom closet
  2. Free up the office closet completely for babe’s clothes, and all of his paraphernalia to be stored in one place
  3. Purge / organize the stuff currently in the guestroom closet to make room for Sara’s extra clothes

Sounds simple in theory, but my god there’s a lot of stuff in those closets (the office one in particular is the biggest gong show – I literally found an old Halloween ceramic house in there that I had bought at some point and never got around to putting out…..). I took a first run at it on Saturday with the intention of getting it all done in one day, but tired quickly and only made it through a partial purge of the office / guestroom closets and one trip to the dump………it’s a work in progress.

Apart from nesting, the other biggest change this past week has been in my appetite.

You guys. I am unstoppable.

When my brother was going through his cancer treatment, at one point they put him on steroids to boost up his body in preparation for the incredibly invasive and grueling stem cell transplant that he needed. When he was on the steroids, he once said to me “Sara, the sky is the limit, there is no limit to how much I can eat!” He was eating about 8 full meals a day – and his stomach would still ache with hunger pains!

Friends, this is how I’m feeling these days.

I no sooner finish eating then I’m planning the next meal or snack or whatever it may be. I am out of control! I attribute this partially to what Baby Centre tells me is a baby growth spurt around this time in the pregnancy, and partially to the fact that I just like eating and food is yummy. I need to seriously get it together though, I know it isn’t good for babe or for me to be eating too much.

Wah wah wah.

My last update from this week was that we had our 24 week midwife check-in on Monday (right at the tail-end of 23 weeks), and got our requisition for my gestational diabetes screening test, which I’ll be doing this weekend. I’m a bit petrified that this will come back positive, and will mean the end of my sugar consumption for the rest of the pregnancy (HORROR OF ALL HORRORS). Think un-sugary thoughts for me this weekend, will you?

Babe was being a little monkey at our midwife appointment and was scurrying all over my belly trying to get away from the Doppler machine (the little handheld unit that they use to listen to the heartbeat). Apparently the midwife could actually SEE babe through my skin scurrying around! He’s clocking in around 1.3 – 1.5 pounds this week, and is roughly the length of an ear of corn (says Baby Centre)….we’re getting there!

Overwhelming emotion of the week is gratitude. So many of my friends and family members are dealing with real hardship and struggle right now, and I really can’t put into words the gratitude that things have gone so well for us to this point.

See you on the other side of 6 months! Crazy daisy!

-Sara & Babe xo