December the 23rd

This is our yesterday, a day late.

So Saturday morning, December the 23rd, rested and oh so happy to be on semi-vacation. We roll up the blinds and find.............. drum roll please.... A toilet sitting in our backyard.

hmmmm. Some folks bought the house next door, and are going to demolish it ( all the big ass houses are replacing the cute little bungalows) So buddy next door thinks that because and Oh so small part of the fence blew in during the crazy wind storm and then snow storm, that he can walk into our yard, our property and deposit all his shit from inside the house he is demolishing. I can so see problems in our midst. Oh yes so Jer goes over to talk with him and he tells Jer about some city Easment that our two homes are on ( and duh the normal thing would be that yes there may be an easment there, but dude there is a fence there. And the fence has been there for YEARS, so my guess would be that it kind marks a property line, we get half the easment and you get half the easment. Anyways my dad went over to talk to the guy, and everything is all sorted up but he did admit he WAS going to dump his shiznet into our yard. OUR YARD? There is a FENCE people... duh.

Oh yes and they begin construction on the house March 1st... 1 day before our new baby is due.
Boy oh boy are we going to have fun.

Silly Amy

This post is specifically for Ashley ( Miss P) - I am a silly willy nilly and poured cold water while my favorite oil diffuser was HOT HOT HOT, and i cracked the glass, and since she just so happens to be in Chemain main where it was purchased and where you can buy the replacement glass - I am sooooooo hoping she gets this while they are open and can pick my up the replacement I think they are like 6 buckaroos here's a picture to help you in your helping me dear friend!

MMMMMM goodness

What a fabulous friday. Can I tell you how much I loved today. Yes I know the tone in this post is much more happy than the last. Because people I spent today well part of it working but the other part of it doing a little last minute shopping in my favorite part of Vancouver, Main Street between 20th and 27th. That area of town just makes me feel so alive. The vibe the energy the zoom zoom I just love it. Mabye it was that it's the holiday season and everyone's just so hip hop happy and all talky talky and friendly or mabye it was the delicious egg nog latte with a shot of caramel from the Saltspring Island Coffee Co. ( some of THE most delicious coffee in North America, I would say the world but nobody's been able to outdo Italy or Austria yet ( the 2 places jer and i have had THE most bestest smoothest love inducing cup of java ever) Okay but back to Main street, we have both always talked about loving that area of town and that if we ever get kicked out of our place on Pigott ( don't worry visitation rights to their first grandchild will so quickly be revoked) we would move to Main. How funkdillyicious it would be. But for now I look forward to taking the babbit to daddy's work and then hitting my most favorite vintage shops, and antique shops and specialty shops and showing my funked out kid what a fabulous and diverse city we call home. You know there really is no place like home for the holidays!

What you need to know:
About 2 percent of pregnant women have too much amniotic fluid (polyhydramnios). This condition is diagnosed with ultrasound Most cases are mild and are a result of a gradual buildup of fluid during the second half of pregnancy. About half the time, polyhydraminos goes away by itself. Some cases, however, begin as early as 16 weeks of pregnancy and often result in a very early delivery.

The most common cause of polyhydraminos is a birth defect of the central nervous system, gastrointestinal tract or bladder and kidneys Polyhydraminos may increase the risk of pregnancy complications including preterm rupture of the membranes, preterm birth, umbilical cord accidents, placental abruption, poor growth of the baby and stillbirth. Women with polyhydraminos are more likely to have a cesarean delivery and to have severe bleeding after delivery.

Okay this would be me freaking....
who the hell invented google.... sometimes too much information is BAD!

My little water babbit

So, today I went for my pre-natal appointment, dreading the thought that I would recieve my results back from my gestational diabetes screen and that they would be that I would have gestational diabetes and I would have to stop eating all the sweeties and chocolates and cookies and yum yum christmas treats 7 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS - Ack me.
So do you want the good news first... okay the good news- I can eat all the sweeties and bon bons i want over the holidays because I do NOT have gestational diabetes! Whew!
Bad news - I have a way below normal count of hemoglobin ( red blood cell's and development) The baby is sucking them up like sweeties, so i have to start taking these powerful iron supplements that make your poop hard like rocks and very few and far between, This my friends is harsh, i am little miss regularity when it comes to poops and this may prove to be quite difficult. But on the other hand i get to eat more red meat! YUMMY BEEEF. But wait there is more scary news. My little baby, is believed to be floating in more than normal amounts of amniotic fluid, the dillyo is that the baby is basically peeing so much and creating so much amniotic water - my uterus is going to get streched out trying to empty and dilute it, and I will have a bit of a time getting back on my feet after the big labour day. Also because of this fear of too much water, there is an even bigger fear that the baby will float up high and the umbilical cord will wrap around it's cute little neck and strangle it while in the process of coming to greet its' most terrified and screaming in pain mamma. So *bright side* we get to get more pictures of the baby, bad side I might need a cessarean. Poop - Poop Poopy, ya so I don't really know what else to say except I'm a little freaked out, and my baby better not get hurt, yes the protective mamma bear is coming out......

concerts concerts for Christmas Christmas...

Annual Office Parteh...

The Holiday's have officially begun, This was our 2nd holiday pary of the season! MMMM great food, free drinks ( real hit with the prego's) and NO PRESSIES... yup they didn't give out any gifties this year, poop. Oh well, I felt sexy hot for the first time in a while, hmmm mabye because I was wearing make up and jewlery and hairspray.... gotta use those guys more often, anyways It's late, we just finished our last prenatal class, and it's kinda sad, I looked so forward to our Thursday nights, as much as I know my F.W.K's (friends without Kids) will still love me, I know it will be hard to relate after the peach pops, and getting together with a group who know how your feeling and want to talk "Baby" all day and don't get sick of it was refreshing. Hopefully we'll keep in touch, I think my bananna chocolate chip muffins might of scored me at least two new peeps!

Happy 33rd Birthday Hubba Hubba Hubbie!

Today is my sweetie's 33rd! WOO HOO! Happy Birthday Jeremiah! Here are some recent pics from his lovely partee this weekend! Happy Birthday lovey!

West Coast Winter Wonderland....

I know I just can't get over it myself, but we vancouverites, richmondites, are getting DAMN chilly weather, and by chilly I mean -18 with windchill, I know you banffers and calgarians and torontonians are totally shaking your lovely little frozen faces at the westcoaster complaining of -8 but really -18 with windchill, but until this year I had never felt below -4. And that was the COLDEST day of my life, i think it took 3 weeks and a helluva lot of wooohaha to get me warm again. But today, today I experienced -18. You see Jer and I turn the heat off at night, because I love to be all snuggly in my duvets and piggy quilt and have the fresh cool breeze to breathe in through out the night, but you see it was so darn cold the heater kept kicking in.... we have ICICLES people like in the movies, we have white christmas and fences knocked in because of the weight of the snow, and i love it... so i took some pictures for you.... I will be so sad to see it leave, but really happy to be able to get my car out of the garage which is ICED shut....anyways here's our winter wonderland world....isn't it beautiful.

Jer wins...

I must point out that our wonderful cousin Robin LOVED our tree last year.... and i have to admit that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, because a) I came up the silver and blue colour scheme and damn if it isn't THE hottest scheme ever and b) because it means my charlie b tree looked hot. But you see, this comment sealed the deal. There will be no trying out of a real tree. That's it, Charlie B for one more year. Mabye two, depends on how hot I can get it to look this year... But i will give you a hint for the colour scheme... here's a photo... of the mantel garland which although will not truly be the tree scheme, it's damn close....
yes I am a TOTAL christmas DORK.... but I have come to terms and am dealing with it.... and by dealing I mean egg nog, lots and lots of egg nog.....

I'm not too fat this month..... Time to whip out the Egg nog Latte's... Damn you Starbucks!

So we had another pre natal appt this morning, and all is well and good. No lecture today about me being too fat, ( and I downed like 5 sugar cookies Drenched in high high fat icing yesterday too!) Just got told that I am growing beautifully and that my skin and face look great! ( Little does she know I have discovered FOUNDATION my friends) seriously I only thought you wore foundation for the Theatre. I never thought I should wear it every day as like cover up, but damn if it don't make me look hot.... but I won't tell her that. And she also says if you go with the whole fast heart beat slow heart beat sex determination factor.... we should be having a girl! But who really knows....I sure as hell don't. I'm just glad I didn't get told I'm fat again, cuz seriously I feel fab. And really it's the inside that counts right....(conciously ( yes I don't know how to spell, over it) avoiding big large wedding 5 months after birth, need to wear pretty dress and look like one hot mamma, any suggestions??????

Last Christmas I give you silver and blue adieu...

Dilema's Dilema's.... Okay so Christmas is officially like what 5 weeks away ( Yes I have turned into one of those FREAKS I used to hate who's all like bliggity blig blig It's Christmas time in NOVEMBER! but seriously peeps the music is on the playa and I am baking Sugar cookies today..... what the hell happened to me) Really I blame it all on Miss P, yes you Ashley, you who what was it like 4 christmas's ago had me over and we decorated your tree I believe what would have been like this weekend, Nov. 20 something er other, because there were just no more weekends available so really it's all her fault Don't worry I am not decorating until December, but my mind is a wheel of cogs just a spinning.... I still have some shopping to do, but really I'm much more concerned about the decorating prospects. You see we moved, so I had to change the ENTIRE scheme of colour because my beloved silver and blue just won't do. Not with all the goldyish accents and such, so today I bid adieu to the silver and blue...but wasn't she beaut....

ps - no cracks about the skinny ass calista flockart tree.... yes it was a 29.99 special at walmart the first christmas Jer and I shared together, when I was making 50 bucks a week working at the Theatre, but we just can't bear to get rid of her, she's all we've ever had, and we just love her, lil miss Charley B....

G to the izzo , b to the oy zo

So we have two blog guesses for girl, which you know makes me happy. Not because I would like a girl, but because I think my sweetie Jer will be devastated if our child is born with a penis.
It's funny, because at first EVERYONE and I mean everyone except my grandma thought (based on the ultrasounds) that we were having a boy. But now peeps are changing thier tune. More and more peeps are leaning on the girl side, I mean I still think it's pretty even, but here's a fun tid bit for ya. After choir practice on Tuesday my other preggie mamma choir buddy, took me to the bathroom to "evaluate" the tums. Her prenatal gal is like 85 - 90% correct on guessing the sex of the baby by the mammas tummy. So Preggie choir bud shared the knowledge. You see if you have a line down the front it tends to be a sign for a boy, if you have no line and colouration around the belly button ( like a little ring of colour) like moi, you tend to be having a gal baby. So we'll see. It's too late now to find out, so it looks like we got, hmmmm about 15 - mabye 14 weeks left WOOT WOOT - that really doesn't seem like anything at all!

Better late than never... Happy Hallows

I know this is totally late, and It's so not halloweeny anymore but I had to show some pictures of the fabulous gravestones my soon to be daddy hubby got all inspired to make - and actually went to Michaels to figure out how ( HE WENT TO MICHAELS PEOPLE, FOR HIMSELF....) ( I MEAN HE DIDN'T JUST SIT IN THE CAR AND PLAY GAMEBOY, HE WENT IN FOR HIS OWN CRAFTY PROJECT!) ya so here they are, oh and one of me as a karate black belt person, (sadly the only costume we had that I fit into....

Milkmaid @ 24 weeks....

Okay I thought it time to finally take a picture of my hot mama bawd. So here we are at 24 and a half weeks... Less than halfway to go now! And guess what... I am sick again. Yes people this would be the third cold I have had since the creation of the peach. And this one's a doozy. It's the full chest phlegm disgusting green snot that comes out of your mouth. Yup it's grand. So I most definatley will not be going to work tommorow and possibly for a few days afterwards. Because as much fun as it is to have Jer be all grossed out and disgusted by my every 4 minute horks... I don't think the work folk would approve.
But besides all the fun phlegm, a few wonderful things have been happening. We got the baby's room, sorta almost complete, I mean we've got the crib painted and put together, the rocker is in there and so is the pimping purple couch, we just need some pictures on the wall and a crib mattress and a few little things, oh and some clothes, and we should be good. Yes I know you think we're nuts for getting it together sooooo friggin early, but I am a superfreak that way, and I feel much better now, so you'll get over it. Also we are now being constantly bombarded by people telling us what we are having, by just looking at me and oh touching the buddha belly, so by the look of the pic posted what do you think? I'll tell you what the majority thinks in the next one as not to affect your answers! Oh and the most funnest thing ever that's happened, hope not to disgust some of you, but I think it's crazy wonderful, In the bath the other night, I was able to squeeze out a drop of milk! Actually it isn't milk it's this totally nutrient and super great liquid that comes first before the milk, so as I was sitting in the bath I was all like well I am super sick and this stuff is totally nutritious, and full of great stuff, mabye I should drink it, but then I thought you can't drink your own milk, cows and goats don't do it so mabye I shouldn't, and Jer had to agree, but you see I have the whole placenta argument.... for those who don't know, the hospital asks you if you want your figging placenta! And I thought about it and came to the conclusion that it could be really tasty if done with the right spices in a slow cooker, just don't tell anyone... but when I asked my labour teacher coach gal she looked at me like I was a lunatic, because they don't offer you it to eat, they offer it to you because they have too, since it's yours, and then if you say no they use it to make lipstick and stuff. She said the people that do take it home, bury it in the backyard, as do some people who get circumsisions, I thought that was just nuts. But she thought I was nuts to for even thinking people would eat it so I guess we're even, but hey wolves do it so what's the big deal?

My Bladder's a bouncy castle

Yup, the kicks and judges and cirque flips are in full swing now. But in all seriousness, as much as I may complain, I FLIPPING LOVE IT. Yes I am peeing seriously every 25 to 32 minutes... which I do kinda feel a little bad about... you know getting up from my desk every 25 minutes and then sitting on the loo trying desperatley to just shake out that last little drop to see if mabye just mabye I won't have to be back here for like 34 minutes? But then I'm like whatever, I am growing a baby, a baby for which we are seriously going to need to invest in a bouncy castle for. Because right now s/he's using the bladder, and I think is really loving it. And it gets real interesting when there is loud stuff, music singing yelling, so our choir concert on Sunday was a hoot and a half. The timpani ( for those who don't know are these huge ass drums that are so loud the reverb through the floor and then my body where the baby is like woa nelly what the heck was that, I better kick some to get that to stop, but of course on Sunday we were singing Hayden's frickin DRUM MASS people so can you imagine the kicking....ya it was insane, but i loved it...loved it loved it, because it means my peach has legs, or hands or a really big noggen that s/he knows how to use. Which puts me at ease a lOT. well only in my head....

The Labour Pains

Okay, I have met a new breed of meanies. I call them the labour pains. Because really they are a pain in the ***. They are the people that have had children, and insist on telling you the most horrific, and nightmare inducing tales of their labours. Really, why do women do this to us. I am in my happy bubble. Now that nausea has lept full force out the 4th story window, i am enjoying myself, my chocolate and my baby ( who kicks a whole hell of a lot) So why must they ruin this for me and tell me their horrific birthing stories. Now I know labour is not going to be no walk in the park, but really .... the stories of splitting in two, and I felt as though my body was ripping in half, blah flipping blah.... if it were all that bad, why do people have more babies? Now in all honesty, I do get some sick pleasure from these stories. It kinda excited me to step up to the plate and be the amazon inside. But with my new found decision to really try hard hard hard from accepting the epidural these stories taunt.... just a little. So since I know there are quite a number of you out there who do read this blog you just don't really comment. I have decided to put a little fun one together. Any and all of you, leave a comment and describe your most horrific or not so horrific labour, and if you have never given birth, tell your sister's horrific story, or your aunt agatha's stories. I would like to prepare my atilla.

So our baby's a monster...

Yes today we had another pre-natal visit with the doc. And not only did we find out that our baby is a bit larger than most...as the doctor put it " it ain't no shrimp you got in there" ( Um OUCH) but also that you are NOT supposed to gain 10 pounds in a month. I don't feel fat, in fact I feel sexier and more beautiful than I have ever felt. But the ice cream, girl guide cookies, Cinnamons choclates and kit kats, have got to go. How am I ever going to fit into that bridesmaid dress by August? So really I don't feel that bad for gaining so much weight, really it was only 9 pounds, and a lot of it is our "ain't no shrimp baby" which yes I knew would be large, based on Jer's baby pictures, and the fact that he wears THE largest size hat's and cap's you can buy and because as we all know when I was born they thought I was mongloid. So you can't blame all this weight on me, it's just as much the kid's fault. Okay but I will cut back on the treats.... after halloween, and then after Christmas, okay Valentines..... oh brother could there be a worse time to be pregnant....

My Jitterbug

Okay, So one of the things about growing a babbitt, is that you tend to have hormones jumping out at you abso- friggin - lutley everywhere, we're talking brain cells, Cheacne ( which i tend to describe as the lovely acne that is now growing between my swelling by the second breasts, and also the love hormones. So as much as I love my new set of Knockers, I can't show off any freaking cleavage because of the Cheacne. But that's not what I wanted to post about, mabye another day. Today I wanted to celebrate the man who put me in this hormonal predicament. And celebrate him in a good way. You see the other night ( meaning every night this past week) we were sitting on the couch watching X-Files... ( surprise surprise) and well I have been feeling a lot of butterflies and flutters and kicks and lovely little taps that let me know that this kid we are growing is going to be a WILD child! So Jer has started holding his hand on my tummy and he has actually been feeling some of these oh so precious movements. Well it is just the darndest thing. He's sitting there this 32 yr old man, with his hand on my tummy and when he feels something his face Lights up, I'm talking 6 year old at Christmas, just unwrapped the He-Man She Ra - Castles. I have NEVER in my long time of being with this wonderful man, ever seen his face light up this much. Not even when he unwrapped his light saber (1 year ago) and that my dears means that this is really something special to him. So of course my love hormones go all wonky and I just tear up a bit, but of course it's dark because duh we're watching Mulder and Scully find the truth out there, and along we go with our night, until bedtime, when my sweetie, sweet sweetums, sings his little lullaby to our peach. Yes it's a U2 song but a darn perfect one for a lullaby. And he sings it every night so that when the baby is born, and all fussy and stuff, he can sing it to them then and they'll calm down because it was a happy memory whil e in Utero or some psychological willy nilly like that. So today I celebrate the future papa to my peach, the man of my wildest dreams and who I can't imagine ever not being here to dance with me in the kitchen, or rub my aching belly, feet, head, whatever.
I love you dearie and look forward to more wacki wacko times ahead......
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Love Me

Last one I promise!

Okay I swear just one more....Can you blame me the kid is adorable.... and so ready for show biz, always looking straight at the camera for her, or his closeup.... Runs in the family.

Feetsies of the Fetus!

These are the cutest little feet on the planet.

Who has the cutest baby? WE DO WE DO!

This is our little peach, being a good little baby and looking right at us for some pictures! See the little eyes and the hands up by the head and theat little hole thing is the heart! The baby moved so much it took the tech a while to get all the pictures she needed because everytime she'd go to snap the peach would move on her! Jer thinks he saw boy bits but I don't have any clue how you can tell!

What am I Thankfull for this Thanksgiving weekend? Well I'm still married....

So can you guess from these pictures what kind of weekend we are having!!!! You guessed it, we had to cancel our flight to Toronto, I have an ear infection, a cold, I can't take medicine for the cold, and I am really fat and pregnant. Jer's sick too. But I don't have much sympathy for him because he is afforded the morden amenities such as ADVIL COLD AND FRIGGIN SINUS..... Okay I love him but still...
So yes right about now we WOULD be attending Jason and Charlene's wedding in Guelph, instead, we are steaming our nostrils, sleeping in seperate bedrooms (for the first time ever in the history of Jeremiah and Amy) and oh yes we are extremeley short tempered, moody, snappy and argumentative. HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Yes, this has NOT been the happiest extra long weekend of our lives. Poop Poop and more poop.

Icky Icky

This is a clue of how i feel today
POOPY! And they don't let pregnant women take any advil cold and sinus - ( MY SAVING GRACE when it comes to cold) So Now I am a snivelling, whinning mamet, a big fat pregnant baby. And I want to go back to Tofino.
Poo

This is me and my adorable hubbie of now three years and soon to be daddy of "the Peach" - This was in Tofino where we were exactly 3 days ago enjoying our anniversary and just relaxing. Happy and relaxed and stress free and breathing fresh and free. I hate being sick.

Yes we were stuck in the HELLISH traffic coming back from the states, because we give our skytrain police peeps guns but not OUR FRIGGING CUSTOMS DUDES??????
Okay, on a happier note ( no peeing on the side of a highway while your husband holds a blanket in front of you is not a happy note) ( he did however get a round of applause from a car full of women ( one pregnant) who were quite proud that he would do this for me)
Okay happy time - We had a great trip to the states, because there was such a huge hold up they didn't do many checks, and we got away with bringing like 250 bucks worth of goodies from Target! WOOT WOOT! And didn't pay duties... heheheheh. And the production of Wicked was WICKED! I saw it in March in New York on Broadway - but the gal who played Elphaba was BETTER than the broadway chick - Glinda was the same Glinda I saw, Fieyero wasn't as good as black soul brother on broadway but all in all WICKED ASS SHOW. So our vacationing month has officially begun. Today as we have been married 3 years ( can you believe it) we are packing for our trip to our lovely little cabin in Tofino on Long Beach for the weekend, CAN"T WAIT. Then the next weekend of course our trip to TO for the big wedding and Niagra falls ( i am finally getting excited about this...... as I was quite dissapointed when I found out since I have a baby in me I am not aloud on any roller coasters and we are staying right beside CANADA"S FRIGGING WONDERLAND PEOPLE..... You know I am OBSESSED WITH FUN SCARY ROLLER COASTERS AND I CAN"T GO ON ANY! So Niagra Falls it is...I am also stressing over all the stupid rules about flying - no liquids and having to have a medical note from the dr. So ridiculous. Very excited though. It should be a blast, and interesting as well. I'm sure you all remember Jay, the best man, best friend fall out boy , that pretty much told Jer and I we were going to hell because we had "relations" before we said I do and many other not very best friendly things to say... ya he's coming. Although I do think now that we have had 3 years to let everything settle, I think It will be fine....I know I've grown up a lot in 3 yrs and I've watched Jer grow up too, I just hope Jay has. It's so sad when you loose a good person to the "taking it too literal on the organized religion rulebook." So we shall see what happens. Anyways I really should go start packing for the cabin.... so,
Live much, laugh often Love loads....
"what a difference a day made.... and the difference is you"
Happy anni babbit!

My voice has entered cyberspace!

Ooooooh, okay you want a fun little link where you can hear at least one of the recordings that I worked on this summer for my soon to be up and running website ( i know i've been saying this for a while I have to get my bum in gear and write up the content, but blogging is so much more fun!) So Right now here is a link to my friend Michael's website where I am singing a little shakesong from the Tempest. I am singing the part of Ariel, so go to this page http://www.shakesongs.com/where-the-bee-sucks.php and click on the little music player at the bottom on Where the bee sucks and you will hear moi!
Cheerio

You know, I freaking love the fall. This rain is the best darn godsent in all the land...... and the funny thing is i am sooo not even using a drop of my sarcasm. I LOVE IT.
Almost as much as I love 80's soft rock... oops I just admitted I love 80's soft rock on the internet.

We live in a beautiful world....

Okay so the opening to Lost in Yonkers was great. I had a blast. I really did. I still hate all the schmoozing.... always will, I am just not made for schmoozing. If it's not meaningfull ( and I am very open and outstretched in my version of meaningfull) I'm just not into it. But I have to tell you, walking out of the theatre, I heard quite a number of people commenting on the show, (the family in lost in yonkers is kinda crazy, funny and wierd, kinda like most I assumed) and listening to most people walk out, all I heard over and over again was " wow that family makes mine look normal" and I thought about my family.
Yonkers don't even come close to the psychotic existence that is my family. And I am so glad.
Can you even imagine how boring our lives were if we were all perfectly normal. And then I got to thinking about me, because you can't judge others until you have judged yourself, I'm looney, wacky and some people will never even come close to understanding the complexity that is me. I have to have my alarm set to like 8:02, 8:04, 8:07 or 7:47, or 7:46. - 8:00, 8:01 and 7:45 would wreck my entire week let alone day. I always have to use the washroom BEFORE ordering food from a fast food joint, which can be really hard because most establishments won't give you the darn key until you pay them. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the rain. I am a west coaster all the way baby, and I was so Damn sick of the sun this summer you'd swear I had S.A.D in July and August., I was actually thinking about buying a rain stick and jumping up and down getting Irene V to do the chant ( YOU KNOW THE TRIVIAL PURSUIT CHANT!) and now that it's here I am soooooo much happier. Anyways that's me, I'm wierd and I'm proud, and I think all our wierdness and psychotisms, are what makes this world so wonderful. Yes I may be a tad more tapped into my emotions because this baby is wreaking havoc on my harmones ( you should see the pizza face.... don't worry it will pay) so I leave you with two photos, one of me enjoying lifes' little peasures - purdy's and nanaimo bars in bed, and a beautiful sunset while crossing the Juan de fuca straight on the ferry. We live in a beautiful world.
And to my A and Mr. C - It will still be a beautiful world, and you will still be loved, and you made the best desicion possible, no matter how hard it was.
xoxoxox
Koop

Swamped .....

Okay I've been swamped, so just ignore the non working link on the side, I got some instructions from mr pauly and when I get like an hour to try to figure it out I will fix them.... which I must warn you won't be for like a weekend and a bit. I am heading to the Island on Thursday for the opening of Lost in Yonkers at Chemain main..Should be fun and interesting....... First opening of a show EVER that I will have attended and NOT been able to drink, Smoke a pack of cigarettes, puff on a cigar and dabble in the jane du marie. I really can't see it being all that fun... but i am soooo unoptimistic so hopefully with my lovely friend ashley we can whip up a pan of our own fun! Whoopee.
Okay I need to go to bed, and I REALLY need to work on my Solo for the concert.....
cuz you know what is sooooooooo not fun..... when you get called to do it at rehearsal and havn't even looked at the darn thing, and you are sooooo not the sight reading type, and you don't hit your frickin C people, It was a fricking C..... I hit High A's like nobody's buisness, but a C - no. That's what I get for not doing my homework. Pure and utter, embarasment and humiliation on this lovely fall turning tuesday night....
adieu adieu
parting is such sweet sorrow,
i shall bid goodnight till it be morrow.

PAUL HOW THE HECK DO I LINK?????

One more quick post.... as i am still learning this blog thang...... i have no idea to make a link on the side and just call it a name... it is showing up with the entire url addy and that's fine and all but it just doesn't look pretty.....PAUL HELP ME!

For my lovley fellow commenters who have not been able to comment!

Mizz illiterate over here, thinks she figuered out the whole "I don't want to show your comment" phase that blogger boy is going through... i clicked a few no's and hopefully it will work!
Give it a whirl with this blog!
Promising a real blog soon....
amy

Tommorow we Oma sit...

So we have this wonderful long weekend ahead of us don't we now.... well we have used a fraction of it up today. We put the first coat of primer on the wee little rocking cradle. Now you must understand, in the days of non-pregnant, I have been known to be able to paint 3 entire rooms in the time it took me to PRIME one stinking cradle. So who knows when the actual coat of paints will go on.... mabye once the kid is in kindergarten. I'm just too flippin tired. Okay which brings me to how even shorter this weekend is getting. One day down and I am ready for bed. Tommorow we Oma sit, and help me dogbawls I hope it goes by fast and painless. Now i soooo do not mean this in a bad way. I LOVE my oma. I finally figuered out where I get mostly all my insanisms and sarcasitic lovin from. Her. And tommorow we are going to take care of her for like 7 friggin hours ( IN A ROW) it will be a most interesting Sunday. Now as I said I love my Oma dearly, but she well, let's see let me fill you in on Oma. Okay so up until about 4 months ago, Oma still lived in her own home and did EVERYTHING herself, no nurses no, nothing. She was THE BIZNITCH BOSS. She called the shots she IS the head of my dad's familio. My opa died quite some time ago, so she is the head poo ba shall i say? I shall. Now 4 months or so ago she had yet another hip go on her ( the first hip that is a blog unto it's own - let's just say in agonizing pain she was yelling from the kitchen where she fell - to the ambulance dudes coming to save her to Not bash in the front door as it was locked, she just had it varnished. Then when they needed to take care of her over swelling arm she refused to let them cut her good sweater which was the only way to save her arm. Let's just say she was not a happy oma, she is still mad about the sweater.) So 4 months ago she had another fall. And it was decided my aunt, the eldest of the siblings would do respite for Oma. During these coursed of events, it meant Oma had to move out of her two storey house and into a bedroom at My Auntie M's house. So it was decided that my other aunt (one of my most favorite aunts who lives across the street) would buy it and move in. So she did. And for this to happen Oma had to get rid of a heck of a lot of Stuff. So you know what happens when someone dies right when all the sisters and bro's come in and divey up the shite. Well that's what happened with Oma's stuff. It was done quite fairly all the sister's and brothers came and drew numbers and all the good stuff went into different homes. Well last week my parents were over visiting Oma, and she's on her tirade of the day.
Oma: I want my stuff back
Auntie M: We have nowhere to put your stuff mom
Oma: Well the only reason I gave it away was because I thought I was dying, and look at me, I'M GETTING BETTER FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, AND I WANT MY STUFF BACK!

This is my Oma, and I have 7 + hours with her tommorow.
Oh yes and one more thing, upon having moved into Aunt M's she has lost almost all the english language she knows, as my Aunt can speak dutch to her so that being her native tongue is easier for her to understand. So she may start the first word out in english but the rest following is most definatley in Dutch
Ya, and by the way I don't speak dutch, and neither does my darling hubbie.

Oh yes and this comment must be shared.... my darlin hubbie

JJ-Wan Kenobi said...
Hi babe! Listening to all that jazz music has paid off...our baby had a syncopated heart beat! Betchya he/she will pop out wearing a black beret and dark shades and immediately exclaim "Cool, momma and daddy-o!!!" Then, like the bird that shat on Jim, gloriously excrete all over me!!! And you, despite receiving more dope to slow down a rhino, will find the energy to laugh at me and our new beatnik baby!!!
11:49 AM

I've discovered it out

If you open the blogspot on explorer ( which jer HATES THAT I DO) it works and the latest post shows! But if I open it with Mozilla (with Jer LOVES ME TO DO) it vanishes into space and is only viewable by the those with invisibility cloak buster vision. HMPF still doesn't make me love computers any more.....

Test : How to feel nine months pregnant when you're only 4....

Answer - Eat Filipino cuisine.
You know I thought I felt the baby move today for the first time..... but it was only gas.

Here's a question for you mr stupid ass licking computer....

Why don't you show me that there are comments when there are comments? Why are you such a dooflebanger? What is your problem.... If I was a big wig CEO I would smash you to pieces with a metal baseball bat just to see your inards... and I would search among them FOR MY COMMENTS
whew...
I feel better now
but seriously what's up with the comments not being comments "0" ?

It's true there really is a little something something in there!

Oh and today, I officially believed it when the doctor talked to me like I'm pregnant. I heard the heartbeat! I even called Jer on the cell phone to let him listen since he couldn't be there. It actually only now feels real. All the pregancy tests, and sickness, and fatness just couldn't secure my belief....but that really fast bdmp bdmp bdmp sure did, and I just can't stop smiling about it.....

She gave me a feather from the bird that shit on me....

Okay so last friday night we had tickets to Canada's greatest kept secret Blue Rodeo! Opening act was Kathleen Edwards AWESOME singer/songwritter/guitar extrordinaire.... Then on came Blue..... and what a way to start a concert, Jim and Greg had no more than walked on to the stage and a bird (flying over, we were in Malkin Bowl in Stanley Park) shit on his shirt and all over his hair! It made for an awesome evening shit and all..... and I have to say * pregnant perk of the day* when there is a massive ass lineup for the loos, being pregnant rocks the party that ever rocked the party..... I never had to wait more than a few seconds!

I have know idea why that posted twice....

Stupid Computers......

Proof That I Have entered the Dark Side and learned how to cook....

Yes my friends, Amy Koop has cooked AGAIN! This time we tried a lovely chicken pot pie. And these are pictures to not only prove it, but to deter you against joining me on the dark side.... She cooks, she cleans, she does laundry SHE COOKS......... what is up with these nesting instinsts? WOAH Fetus preperation or what?

So I am officially 26 and couldn't even have a drink to celebrate it.....

in fact I havn't had a drink in like 4 months and am starting to think I may have had a drinking problem.... Just smelling the amaretto bottle makes me smile is that bad? Today a great friend from work is coming for a visit. I haven't seen her since my departure oh about 5 weeks ago mabye 6 weeks ago now and am soooooooooooo excited. Although my house is a total disaster and I have a sink full of dishes, but oddly enough the new me doesn't seem to care. The old me would be frantically scrambling around the house making it spic and span and neat as a pin... ( what is that "neat as a pin" does anyone know?) okay but in all seriousness I spent the morning in bed with my new maternity body pillow which is PURE HEAVEN finishing a very trashy romance novel. It was Lovely. I can't remember the last time I just relaxed and did nothing all morning and took care of me. It was so nice. And I figure in like 6 months ( well less ) I will never never again be able to pick up another trashy romance and my PURE HEAVEN pillow and hibernate for 5 hours ever again as long as I live.........or by the time that may actually be possible I'll be an old hag who writes them. So there. I'm loving this pregnant thing!

Breaking News

Well I finally did it, sent the email out to everyone Jer and I have had the oppurtunity to tell and those who we just haven't! Exciting Exciting. Funny I did it today on my birthday! It feels good to get it out. And it feels good to have made it past the so called scary zone.... tommorow I will officially be 13 weeks and one week into the fourth month.... it felt like the time just dragged and dragged but now I'm already showing and starting to love my new bod. It aint fat it's BeBe!

New Baby stuff!

Check out the pimping stroller and carrier my parents picked up for us! Jer's parents got us the matching pack n play, play yard thing, but I'm too lazy to put it together again.Pretty hip eh?

Birthday Barbeque Bash = Awesome new maternity clothes!

So last night we had my before actual birthday barbeque with a bunch of our friends. And check out the new maternity clothes from Irene and Cheryl! Love em! One hot mamma coming right up!

Soon to be Parents

Here we have the soon to be first time parents - one with a fair bit more cleavage than 3 months ago...flat chested women everywhere, forget the water bra go get yourselves pregnant!

Our ridiculously over priced onsey from Saltspring.... couldn't resist!

WOW - You sure get a heck of a lot fatter in a month....

and yes it has been a WHOLE month since I have updated. Sorry. Wait no I'm not sorry because no one knows this little secret blog even exists yet... heck I just told Jer!
Okay so this week I became officially 12 weeks pregnant and woa nelly a heck of a lot tummier too. On our little summer vacation to Saltspring and Victoria I actually had to break down and buy clothes that fit! We told a few more people, but I just don't think it's hidable anymore anyway. And technically I am now past the "scary miscarriage can still happen in this phase" phase, not that Jer and I cared to wait much in telling people anyway... we just aren't secret keepers when it's all about us! But yes I think possibly this week I will forward this link to the peeps who don't know yet and see their reactions. Fun Fun.
Okay what else has happened in the month that I took a hiatus from blogging.....
hhhmmmmm - oh am on medical leave from work... from crazy psycho boss that wouldn't let me pee and held me captive at reception for 4 hours - 4 HOURS PEOPLE. And I am pregnant now - so you think I peed a lot before.... talk to the flusher. So really being on medical leave can be all well and good - and yes I think I am finally getting into it.... but dealing with those GWL peeps is probably just as stressfull as dealing with psycho boss (from this point forward to be named PB)
Okay but I'm feeling better..... well still crying at every dr's appt but better.
Okay
#2 - still nauseas- Not nearly as much as before and definatley not everyday, but still nauseas
#3 - We went for our first pre - natal appt. So much fun and the Dr was sooooooo nice. Find out next next tuesday if we are either a) having twins or b) I'm just super short and the bulge has no where else to go but out and out early or c) the kid has a head inherited from both Jer's family and my family combined - and to that I say EPIDURAL. No in all seriousness at my very own birth the nurses thought I was mongoloid. Mongoloid..... because my head was soooo disproportionate to my little body ( past tense people) They wanted to put a shunt in my head, until my dad said no the head is normal all Koops have massive craniums it's a genetic gift. And well have you seen Jer's head.... it's pretty darn big too. Oh boy, thank dog I have 6 more months to mediate and calm myself down about birthing a child made up of both Jer and my head genes.
#4 - We went camping on Saltspring and yes 7 days on that Island is 4 too many. Although the fresh air kept the nausea at bay all day. Then we headed to Victoria to visit Fran and Rick and Steven and Ali, and then stayed at Caitlins house too! Had many adventures involving hardwood floors. But those are to never be mentioned.
#5 - Saw Miami Vice and LOVED it. Now Jer and I are HUGE vice fans we have season 1 and 2 on dvd and are anxiously awaiting 3..... and besides the nasty handlebar mustache and the fact that they didn't use phil collins in there somewhere it was dark, dangerous and down right divine.
Can't think of anymore.... will hopefully update a heck of a lot more often than I was but the thing is now that I'm home I feel obliged to work, whereas at work I had sooo much free time blogging was a snap - I know that sounds ridiculous but folks I cooked dinner for Jer last night. Okay you can pick your jaws off the keyboard now.... I amy koop cooked a meal, for the first time since the salmanella chicken episode - which was before we were even married and come this September that's 3 years ago now. Yes I'm even considering joining Darla Shine and the happy housewife club.... okay not yet......mabye actually never. That just wasn't even funny. I am deeply sorry to leave on such a thought.

Who the Heck knows.....

Some internet people say I'm 7 weeks and some say I'm 8. I'm just telling everyone - of the very few that we are telling that I am 2 months and darn sick to boot.
I really can't complain all that much. I felt pretty hot on friday - Saturday not so much but it felt good to get out and the barbeque at Irenes was fun and totally got my mind off up chucking for a few hours!
Sunday wasn't bad either - I think if i'm doing stuff i'm much better.... but sitting here at work ugh save me now.
I am just counting down the days till Saltspring TWO WEEKS AND 1 day! When I can hang my hippie growing by the minute belly out for the world to see! They don't care over there, and I can walk around in the fresh air and swim in cusheon lake again with my everexpanding waistline! Because they just don't care over there........ can we please move to saltspring and away from corporate america!

FRIDAY

Today was I think the first almost close to normal day ever since the onset of the sickness ALL FRIGGIN DAY! I am going home to clean and get ready for the Piano to be removed from my home tommorow! Happy Weekend to all and to all a good night!

Back to 7

Okay I found out last night when i get my emailed update from Pregnancy weekly that actually I am only 7 weeks and some days.... boo hooo. Oh well I really can't complain....... I feel half normal today for the first day in weeks. I did the cookie (chocolate covered digestive beside the bed for when i get up in the morning thing) WONDERFUL. Still quesalitious but much better.
Actually it kinda freaks me out a little. You know how everyone says that the sicker you are the more healthy the kid, well it freaked me out like hey all the symptoms are gone am I going to have a miscarriage? So then I realized my extremley sensitve cup over floweth breasts where still overflowing and still sore so that made me feel better. So as a treat Karen is out right now buying me a decaf caramel machiato - i know i know it's decaf - BUT it is a caramel machiatto people! I will take what i can get.... if that had decaf amaretto i'd be in heaven.

8 Weeks

WOOT WOOT.... we're at 8 weeks and still nauseas. mmmmmmm fun. Right now all i want to eat is Soup soup and more soup, and a side of refried beans. MMMMM. Really wondering if I will ever be normal again. I am wearing my fat pants to work today..... and will most likely be wearing them everyday until I get some new ones that are not so darn heartburn inducing tight.

Tummy Troubles

Still nauseas. ugh. Double ugh. And it just isn't going away. Today is my last day at 7 weeks preggers and tommorow I start week 8.... so hang on baby hang on. The good sign is that they say the more sick you feel the healthier the pregnancy so this kid's gotta be primo primo in there. Last night I had the ladies over from ROCA and we all had margarita's made by Judith. Of course after the pestered me for the 3rd time to drink i had to break the news. I don't even think i spoke the words "i'm pregnant" i think i just said tonight i will be drinking ginger ale.... and then the hoots and hollars began - so it was fun. Next weekend (not this upcoming one) we tell my dad's family. Little nervous but hopefully everything will go well. Now if i could just ease up on the heartburn, and nausea i'd be a happy girl, oh ya and one other thing, Why if i am only 8 weeks pregnant are my pants too tight?????????? People please don't let this be an indication of fatness to come!

New Week New Monday

Okay had NO idea nausea can be this bad. Oh boy is it ever going to be a LONG 9 months.... well technically I only have 7 and a half months.... and technically on 7 months left at work...WOOOHOO....... the only way i feel remotley better is to lie down, so all i can say is i have been sleeping for up to 14 hours a night people! Oh well. I booked my first pre-natal appt for August 15 so will know loads more then. And am still deciding when to tell work. I think I'm going to try to hold out until about September? If i'm not showing? Which as my mother tells me every time she sees me "you look like your getting fat, don't eat so much" I doubt i won't be showing. Karen also gave me a lovely journal to record all the baby stuff in..... it's super cute and I can't wait to dive into it! I just feel so sick ugh.

Thursday

Am dying at reception. Everytime you need to go to the washroom you need to call down and get coverage. And unfortunatley the coverage is not on your time or your terms, if they're busy then you wait.... my gawd do you wait. I am actually looking forward to monday when i can pee whenever the heck i need to pee.
By the way I am dying from the nausea too, but G gave me sea bands and they seem to be working somewhat - if i placed them properly that is... hmm

Wednesday

Doctor Calling.....
and my HcG levels are doubling nicely, everything looks great! And yes my very own doctor called and left the message herself, NOT the receptionist who is kinda out of it everytime i'm in there. Yipee! Now can we please stop the all day at work sickness. How the heck am I going to keep that from everyone at work for 3 months?

Monday

Monday
I am so scared of having a miscarriage, so to make myself feel better I buy two super cute onesies at costco! I take them home and realize one of them has flowers on it- oops.

Sunday

Sunday Morning
I, even after having gone to bed at like midnight, wake up at like 4:30 am. I lie in bed until 5, at 5 I can't wait anymore, i head to the toilet, and pee on the stick. The positive line appears instantly.I call J. We are ecstatic.We take pictures with the test and us and a paper that says hi grandma and grandpa we email them off to our parents and then call them to tell them to look at the emails.They are super happy. J's mom gives us a lesson on Biology and tells us the fetus doesn't attach until the third month so don't say anything to work. and don't dye your hair or drink alchohol.My mom goes out and buys us a book and baby spoons. And she actually is tearing up as she gives them to us.

Saturday

We go to London Drugs and pick up 6 margarita glasses for the party and Two pregnancy tests. Cashier has smirk on face.

Hmmm

Saturday
I had the ultrasound on Friday - On saturday still no appearance from the dreaded deomposing endometrial lining. That's 2 days late.We go to Martini James bond Party I say i don't feel like martini'sP looks at me and says why the hell not is there something we need to know?I think - I wish. I hope I pray there is.

My First Ultrasound - Pregnant, but doesn't know it yet!

Friday, June 23, 2006

My First Ultrasound Experience
Wake up - day 12 of high temps. YAY. J calls boss, tells him i need him to drive me to the hospital to get ultrasound because i can't hold that much pee and walk. Boss tells him no problem.I drink my water. I get to choices market and buy our lunchies. I am dying to pee at this point and it's only 10 to 9 and my appt isn't until 9:30am. AGHArrive at Ultrasound dept. Man fights with women in waiting room about changing the channel on the tv. They are both a bunch of babies.I wait, clenching my bladder closed.I walk up to the desk and say - I cannot hold this anylonger can i pee and then drink more water?I am given the go ahead.I feel the best relief in the universe in that washroomI go back to my chair and wait.The TV is still on SoccorOf course the jerk of a man wins the argument with like 10 women who DON"T watch soccor in the room.I am glad J isn't here because he's always sticking up for people and getting into trouble.I wait - I drink very minimal waterI ask the Bus Driver next to me the time so that I can wind up my watch.He tells me - It's 9:45 - 15 minutes past my timeI need to pee againI go back up to the desk and ask the lady if i may please pee just a little bit out.She is so nice and gets me a cup and draws a line of how much i can let out and tells me sorry about the wait but they had a collapse and they are dealing with that right now.I again experience the best relief in the universe in that toilet.I sit back down and start drinking VERY slowly and VERY little because by now i know my bladder pretty darn good and i don't really need to drink all that much liquid because it's filling up so darn fast on it's own right now.I wait moreand moreand then Two armed guards stroll in with an Inmate - fully cuffed with all the tatoos and everything, very young and scary looking. I guess they need tests done too.I wait moreWondering what the inmate is in here forMy name is called by lovely spanish manI say thank god, louder than i thought and here a few giggles.I practically jump out of my chair and run to himhe introduces me to a dutch doctor student in training, he calls me by the proper pronunciation of my name.I laugh trying so hard not to pee all over the floor.They tell me tie on my backI lie on my stomachthen they tell me to lie on my back againAnd i make a stupid joke about my bladder being so full i can't think properly.Again clenching bladder muscles tightThey lookThey Talk a lot in lingo I don't understandThey tell me everything looks goodThen they tell me to relive myselfI run to the washroomThis is the third time I have gone in this hospitalI come backthey do more camera stuff and ooh and aaah about how much easier it is to see everythingI guess i was clenching so hard that the full bladder actually hindered my ultrasoundSo they look and they see and the ooh and the aaah and talk in more lingo i don't understandThen they tell me to go wait in the wait room with the crazy soccer freaks and we might need to do a tampon camera test will let you knowI sit downand wait againthey come out and say nope your good to goand I leave

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