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....