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An Announcement

I was going to keep this a secret for a while, but I’m terribly bad at secrets. It’s a proven fact. Especially about “exciting” things, I just can’t keep my flap closed. And since Matt is also having a horrible time keeping this secret, I figured…why not?

That’s right folks, two lines…we’re pregnant! Apparently, I’m Fertile Myrtle.

We decided in December that we were ready to add to our little family, so I finished up my BC cycle and went off it in January. Then we started “trying”. By “trying”, I of course mean we just did it a bunch of times, as per usual, and WHAMBAM. Pregnancy? Matt is going to buy me a Staples “that was easy” button and duct tape it to my belly, because…well, that was easy?

We found out February 5th, 2011. I went to a walk in clinic on Wednesday night and they confirmed it. I’m just two days shy of five weeks, and my estimated due date is October 16th, 2011. I am absolutely excited about having an October baby, and…dare I say it…but I’m hoping the baby will be born on October 21st, my dad’s birthday! I doubt that the doctors would let me go five days past my due date, but it’d be sweet to give him a birthday grandbaby!

I know that most women don’t breathe a word of their pregnancy until they are passed the 12th week point. The doctor at the walk in clinic was kind enough to remind me {every time he opened his mouth} that there is a 1 in 5 chance for miscarriage, and he was kind enough to tell me not to “tell everybody just yet”. Nice huh? Definitely doesn’t help calm my nerves at all about this whole pregnancy thing.  But the way I see it…either way, I’m going to blog about the results. I’m over the fear that telling people will “jinx” my pregnancy – I’m not even high risk for a miscarriage! Stressing about that isn’t good anyway. Besides, I spilled the beans about my pregnancy with Nolan just a mere days after finding out, and I was around 5 weeks then too.

We’ve alerted the troops {family} and some close friends, and now I’m alerting all of you. Deep breath.

I was going to wait until I was a little further along…but frankly? Keeping this a “secret” is pretty damn tiring. It’s happy news, so why not share it?! Not to mention, I’ve already “popped” a bit, and it’s already a little noticeable…

I didn’t look like that until about 20 weeks with Nolan! Crazy huh? I know, with your second you pop quickly so I’m trying not to get too offended by the fact that I can barely see my box when I sit down to pee and I’m only four {nearly five} weeks.

I’m super excited! This is our first “planned” pregnancy, but I feel as clueless as I did with Nolan! Seriously, it’s shocking just how much you forget about being pregnant until you’re pregnant again. I didn’t expect to be so exhausted {hence my lazy last couple of weeks}. I didn’t expect the dreams to start so early, either. I’m eating enough to feed a small village too. Thank goodness the nausea hasn’t set in! Although the smell {and look!} of fish is more than enough to turn my belly completely inside out. Of course, the look and smell of fish has always turned my stomach! Gross!!!

I’m also super impatient. How in the hell was I pregnant before? I’m impatient for my first ultrasound, to hear little bean’s heart beat, and to find out what sex little bean is. Boy or girl, it will most definitely be loved! Although I do have a secret desire for a girl, only because Matt says this is our LAST baby and I would like to have a daughter too. Boys are amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I’m hoping for that little girl – the outfits, the girly things, watching her be daddy’s little girl…so sweet! Plus it’s due time someone on Matt’s side had a girl!!! But if little bean happens to be a boy, then so be it! I’ll be just as happy with two little boys as I would be with a girl and a boy.

So, there you have it! There’s my big secret 😀 our big secret! Nolan’s known for quite some time. He keeps rubbing/tapping my belly and saying “baybeee!” So cute!

I have a feeling the next 9 months are going to fly by.

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Thirty Facts

Saw this on Elle’s blog. Thought it might be fun!

Picture by Mandy Getschmen; my wedding day {no stealing!}

  1. I can’t sleep with our bedroom door opened. It needs to be closed, at least part way. Before I moved in with Matt {and got a cat}, it had to be closed all the way. But then Sketch came into the picture, and she will literally toss herself at our door until we open it. So I’ve adjusted to it being closed halfway but not fully so the cat can still get in.
  2. I am thoroughly disgusted by raisins. I can’t eat them without gagging {I only eat them if I absolutely have to: like today, the only bread we have is raisin bread, so…yeah}.
  3. If I had it my way, I would eat pasta for every meal every single day. And be completely happy with it. I looove pasta!
  4. I get great ideas and jump aboard, only to regret my decision later. Example: joining the gym. Not such a great idea from the get-go.
  5. I rarely splurge on myself. I haven’t bought brand new clothes in what feels like a decade.
  6. I’m a disorganized neat freak. I hate dirty things and messes, but I can’t organize space and paperwork to save my life. It drives me absolutely nuts.
  7. My husband and I argue a lot, about everything. It’s amusing.
  8. I’m addicted to crappy reality TV and Lindor chocolates.
  9. I write a detailed grocery list and won’t buy anything that’s “not on my list”.
  10. When grocery shopping, I always forget my reusable bags and always ending buying at least two more. Which is why I have a staggering collection of reusable grocery bags.
  11. I hate maple syrup on my pancakes 99.9% of the time. There is the super rare occurrence that I’ll have it, but trust me when I say it’s a rare occurrence.
  12. I think the hair on my eyebrows grows faster than the hair on my head. I totally need “maintenance” about twice a week. For reals. Nasty, huh?
  13. I make my husband tuck me in at night, just so I can fall asleep in his arms {since he stays up way later than I do}.
  14. The show Swamp People literally freaks me out.
  15. I love decorating our apartment, and buying new things for it. Which is why I’m not allowed to go to Walmart or Winners frequently.
  16. I bought a sports bra last week that was literally like 3 sizes too small and forgot to return it, so now I have this ridiculously small bra that I have no idea what to do with.
  17. I’m rather flighty with decisions. I’ll be totally game for one idea, then bounce over to another just as quickly as “I made up my mind”. Which brings me to the next fact…
  18. I’m horrible at decision making.
  19. I’m addicted to my BlackBerry, even if it doesn’t always work. {Which reminds me! It’s working again. I can hear my ringtone when people call me and the lock button actually locks. Random much?}
  20. My guilty pleasure is vampire books/shows/movies. Twilight, Vampire Diaries, and True Blood particularly.
  21. I’m eating ham right now, and it’s good.
  22. I actually love hot dogs a lot. I don’t care what they’re made of, I’ll eat em. My fav is BBQ’d hotdogs 😀 with cheese and onions and ketchup and mustard!
  23. I’m hungry right now. Which is why I’m eating ham and talking about food?
  24. I’m totally one of those people who eats peanut butter right off the spoon – for your info Elle {fact #4: she doesn’t like that haha}.
  25. I refuse to eat my bread crust. Hi, I’m five?
  26. I love dancing, even though I suck at it. Like, legit suck.
  27. I can’t hold my liquor. At all. Ask Sketch, the last time I got drunk I chased her around the apartment because I thought she was choking. Then I knocked a beer over and soaked my futon and everywhere else. I think I even got the cat!
  28. I can’t stand fish. At all. They freak me out. So do chickens, and the way they move.
  29. I hate when people stare at me. I don’t care if they’re thinking I’m pretty or awesome, I just don’t like it. I’d rather nobody looked at me at all. I know, I’m weird.
  30. I’m keeping a secret 😀 not very well, since I just told y’all I have a secret, but still.

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Take THAT, apartment!!!

Over the past little while, I haven’t been on top of my “domestic duties”, so to speak. I know, this confession is shocking coming from me, huh? The one who actually believes in the 50s housewife mindset {to a degree, anyway}. But it’s true! I’ve been slacking, and then some! The soles of my slippers are caked in squished raisins – and that tells you about the cleanliness of my kitchen floor right there.

For the past week, I’ve been super lazy and tired. I think my iron is low – actually I know my iron is low. I don’t get nearly enough red meats, nor do I eat anything else high in iron. So I’ve been lazy, spending most of my afternoons doing nothing but cuddling up my baby boy and reading stories to him. During his nap time, I also nap…or have been, anyway. Our bedroom was a laundry war-zone, piles of dirty scattered about on the floor and baskets of clean stacked high to the ceiling. I was too lazy to fold the clean laundry, and thus didn’t have any baskets for the dirty laundry. Nor did I have any room in the baskets for more clean laundry so I couldn’t just toss it into the washer and dryer to get rid of it. No, that would mean that I would actually have to fold some of the clean clothes. I did manage to stay on top of the dishes, more or less. After all, we don’t have a dish washer and even at my most laziest moments I can’t stand having dirty dishes in my sink. So, go me for that at least!

Yeah, I’ve been the definition of lazy. Even my blogging indicates that, and that’s totally okay. We’re all entitled to moments {er, in my case, weeks} of laziness. I prefer to call it “weeks of rest”, thank you very much.

In any case, I’ve broken out of the fog spell and slapped myself upside the head. I am the one who does the majority of the cleaning {okay, all of it – although hubs does help me tidy up toys in the evening}, because I am the one that gets bothered most by mess and dirty things. I’ve mentioned thousands of times before that Matt does not see messes the way I see them. He’s blind to them. They don’t exist. The man will cook a fantastic dinner, but leave all of the dishes on the counter. I’m lucky if some of them make it into the sink. So, if I’m the only one who does all the majority of the cleaning, you can bet your socks that our apartment needed my love and attention. So this morning, I gave it just that.

A huge chore for me was the recycling under the sink. We have a little blue recycling bin that is supposed to be taken out to our big recycling bin outside when it gets full. However, our big recycling bin is currently buried under tons of snow, I’ve attempted to make Matt dig it out several times before but according to him “it’s frozen to the ground and if he tries to get it out the bottom will come out.” So, we technically don’t have the use of a big recycling bin. I keep forgetting to go to Walmart and pick up a new one {that will we store in Matt’s truck cab}, not to mention Matt missed recycling this week. {He claims it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t have anything to put all the recycling in anyway – since our big bin is, again, buried}. Trust me when I say that the recycling literally piled up to the point where you couldn’t even open the cupboard doors under the sink without tons of it falling out at you. And I kept leaving it, thinking that Matt would deal with it. Pfft, yeah right! Matt deal with a mess?!? Even with my constant bitching about it, it stayed under the sink. He kept saying “oh, I’ll put it all in bags and put it in the back of my truck for now”.

Guess what I did today? I put all of the recycling in bags and then brought it out to Matt’s truck and tossed it in the cab. Now, the cupboard under my sink looks exactly how it’s supposed to…like this:

And Matt’s truck cab is loaded up with bags full of recycling, waiting for the day when we finally get our asses to Walmart to buy a new big recycling bin. Which, if I have anything to do with it, will be happening very soon. I think it looks really trashy {snort, trash…get it!?} and I want that dealt with ASAP. While it brings me such joy to see Matt’s truck cab full of recycling, that joy is dampened by the facts that a) he doesn’t drive his truck during the winter so what kind of punishment is that anyway? and b) as I said, it’s totally trashy and I hate trashy.

So, yeah. That was a huge chore for me this morning. Plus I cleaned the entire kitchen and washed the floors {and picked all the squished raisins off my slippers}. Then I cleaned the bathroom and our bedroom. I’m catching up on laundry {nearly there!} and I’ve vacuumed the livingroom. Our apartment is slowly being restored to it’s original glory, and I love it!

I don’t know why I allow myself to get in lazy moods like that. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does the mood drags on and on and on. Seriously, weeks of laziness? What the hell, me?

I’m glad I finally gave our apartment some tender loving and care, since Matt would like to have his college friend, G, and G’s girlfriend over for a “fondue party” tomorrow night. I’m game because chocolate fondue is bomb! And yes, I know, I should have recruited his help because he wants to have the fondue party, but guess what? I’m sure I’ll be making him clean something in preparation for this “fondue party” – our apartment never stays clean for long!

When I say that Matt doesn’t see messes the way that I see them, I mean simply that. He doesn’t see them. If I tell him to clean something, he’ll do it. I know, the recycling was just him being super lazy and probably unable to see how or where we could store all that recycling without pissing off our landlords {he was thinking truck bed, I was thinking truck cab}.

The best thing about being a stay-at-home-mom is that I only have myself to report to. Matt is completely fine with messes. I, on the other hand, not so much. So the only person I piss off when I get lazy is myself. I don’t piss off any managers or bosses, and I don’t loose my job for slacking. So basically, I can be lazy and still “have a job”. It’s awesome. Plus when I’m feeling lazy and not wanting to clean, it just gives me even more time to read stories to Nolan and play with him. We’ve had tons of snuggles this week!

Oh and by the way, I found Nolan’s other snow boot…it was stuck in his snow pants. So Nolan didn’t actually lose it at all. Mom fail? Totally. Oh well, he doesn’t seem bothered by the misguided blame at all 😉

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A {Very Sad} Letter to BlackBerries {specifically mine}

Dear BlackBerry:

I love you. I’ve loved you since the first time I held you in the Bell store, not even two months ago. You were far prettier and faster than my old BlackBerry, and you had wireless capabilities. I treat you like a queen, you practically sit on a royal cushion day after day. The kind of treatment you get is actually quite ridiculous.

And yet, randomly, you refuse to lock. I now am that person who butt calls everyone. You refuse to ring, no matter what setting you’re on. You refuse to sound the alarm should I set it. I don’t know what I ever did to wrong you, to hurt you…but you’re hurting me by acting up so quickly into our relationship. I thought we were meant to be! I even paid extra for your pretty self! But now you mock me by not working.

A girl needs a lock button, and a girl needs to be able to hear her phone should it ring {or the alarm, should it go off}. I’m worried about our future together…if this is happening just two months into our relationship…well, I have reason to worry. Obviously, I now have to take you all the way in to a Bell store and send you off for repairs. But I’m worried those repairs won’t fix the future issues, I’m worried that as soon as your warranty wears out, you will fall to the same fate my last BlackBerry did. I’m worried all the issues I’ll have with you will cause me to go literally insane.

You know, I renewed my contract with Bell for another three years to get you. I thought for sure that BlackBerry had improved their phones, since everyone else I talked to had no issues with it. But alas, here we are…you’re not ringing, nor are you locking. I butt dialed six people already today. Luckily they were all Matt, but still. You didn’t get dropped, you didn’t get thrown, you didn’t get left out in the freezing cold of my car. You are treated like a celebrity. I’m beginning to think you’ve got Lindsay Lohan’s personality: despite all the allowances you have, you’re still a drunken mess.

I hope that when I take you in for repairs, it solves all of our issues together. Otherwise, I’m going to have to replace you again. Only this time? I’ll replace you with an iPhone. Yeah, I went there.

Love,
Your owner with the broken-heart:
Jess

P.S. I really don’t want an iPhone, I want you, but I want and need you to work properly. We’re in this together, for three years.

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I want to rename today “SatALLday”

Nolan actually let me sleep in this morning! Usually he starts trying to wake up at 6am, then he’ll fall back asleep until 7am and insist upon getting up. I didn’t get in until super late last night, and therefore didn’t get to bed until after 12am, so I was totally expecting Nolan to wake up super early as punishment for my staying up late {because he usually does}. But no! I slept peacefully without interruption until about 8am. Then my internal clock beeped and I was up, but Nolan slept an additional 20 minutes.

He had toast for breakfast because I literally had no counter space free. Matt is like incapable of washing dishes when I’m not home. If I cook dinner and ask him to wash them, he has absolutely no problem, but if I’m not home they will sit on the counter. Matt doesn’t see messes the way I see messes, he doesn’t get anxious and ticked off to see a bunch of dishes on the counter the way I do. I’m irritated with him because he said he’d do most of them when I looked at the heaping pile of dishes last night with sad eyes. None of them were washed. Just the stuff that I had washed before I left for my tattoo appointment. So, yeah. Irritated.

Matt is ice fishing today. Saturdays are when he gets out of the house with his boys. He keeps begging me to come and bring Nolan, but I know that Nolan and I will not last out in the ice shack. He claims we will because they have a heater and it’s super hot, but I just don’t want to go with Nolan so little. He’s a trouble maker and a half, and I don’t see him cooperating around the ice holes and the heater. Plus, they’re all Matt’s college friends: kidless. So I’m sure having a toddler there would be fun at first, but grow tiring. Especially when Nolan needs to nap or eat. Maybe next year though!

Instead, I’d much rather spend today sitting on my butt relaxing, snuggling with my little man, maybe catching up with a few loads of laundry, finishing the rest of the dirty dishes, and building some epic Megablock towers. Which is why I’m totally renaming today “SatALLday” 😉

Nolan hasn’t even noticed my tattoo yet!!! I’m not sure if this is a good thing {because this means he hasn’t tried to grab it or hit it or scratch it off} or a sad thing {because HELLO, it’s for him}. I guess I’m kinda glad he hasn’t noticed, because it’s still tender and sore. Oh well, I’m sure now that I wrote that, he’ll notice.

Also; I totally failed at taking Nolan to the EYC like I said I would. Totally not my fault though! Nolan let us both sleep in, and then there was the mountain of dishes I had to wash, then I had to eat my own breakfast and by the time all that was said and done, there was no point in going to the drop in play group. Oh well…there’s always next week!

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Webcam Dino Toddler {& Mama}

Nolan decided he wanted to have a little webcam photo sesh before bed last night 🙂 He wanted to show off his dino PJs!

Lately Nolan’s been obsessed with dinosaurs. He calls them “rawr’s” lol.

Man he slays me.

P.S. This mama is getting tattooed today! WEE!

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Cab’s here! It’s Jersday!

Ok, I know I’m totally lame for typing that sentence up. Please forgive me. I have a horrible guilty pleasure in watching reality TV…and Jersey Shore is one of my all time favourite reality TV shows. Every Thursday night, Matt and I curl up on the couch with a bunch of junk food and watch, mouths agape as they Jersey drama spills into our living room. It’s fantastic.

I do have to wait until 10pm, so in the meantime I’ve decided to blog. Wee! Such fun, yes?!

Today was kinda horrible on my nerves. I have no idea why. Sometimes, days just kick my ass without warning or reason. Today was one of those days. I had little patience and was just worn out, until my second wind hit me at like 3:30. Or rather, my only wind because it felt like I was dragging serious ass all day before that. Sigh. Can I blame winter on that too?

When T first arrived, we watched Alvin’s and the Chipmunks. Nolan was in an extremely cuddly mood – and this mama likes when her baby peach is in an extremely cuddly mood!

After the movie, I cooked us up some yummy Mac & Cheese {using the Old Cheddar Matt bought yesterday…NOM} and finally gave Nolan his new bowl/plate thing.

Nolan has this…thing…with eating food straight out of the bowl/plates, he won’t. It has to be on his tray before he’ll eat it. I have no idea why, or even when this started. I have to scoop food onto his tray and give him the spoon/fork, then he’ll eat it. Weird huh? So I thought if I bought him a cool plate, it might make a bit of a difference. This plate cost me 2 bucks from Winners, so either way…right?

It worked for the first half of his meal, then he went back to only wanting to eat food off his tray.

Sigh.

Is this a stage? Will it straighten out? Or will I have a 7 year old who must eat all his meals off my kitchen table?

Anyways. When Nolan went down for his nap, I brought out some painting stuff for T.

She loved it! I’m fresh out of those cute little dollarstore paint kits, so I’ll have to buy some more. And a couple smocks too {since Matt’s getting irritated that I’m using his shirts to catch paint T drops haha!}.

After she painted, T wanted to watch a movie. I’m all for quiet activities while Nolan naps so I put Cars for her and within ten minutes she was passed out on the couch.

I also wanted to nap, but I didn’t. Matt brought me a slushie from Macs {banana flavoured! YUM} and we split a plate of blue nachos, salsa and cheese. NOM NOM! I know, we totally eat like heifers!

Fast forward to bath time…we gave Nolan a couple ridiculous haircuts 😉

He’s finally getting more hair! Wee! I highly doubt I’ll be taking him to get his first haircut any time soon, but still! At least we can give him crazy mohawks right? Or the Alfalfa do!

So yeah, that was basically our day – in more words or less 😉

And I’m a complete dummy. I thought that WordPress was telling me I had used 75% of my storage, but it is really just telling me I have 75% of storage left. D’oh! So no worries about running out of storage any time soon. Haha.

In other, random news: Matt and I are appalled by a commercial we just saw on TLC, some cake show where they had to cater to a 6 year olds birthday party – a birthday party that cost 26 grand.

UM WHAT?

26 GRAND ON A KIDS BIRTHDAY PARTY?!?!

I asked Matt why they didn’t just save that money for the kid’s wedding day, or University, and Matt told me it’s because they probably had like 10x more than that. And in that case, it totally makes me extremely upset to know that there are kids out there who’s parents can’t afford to throw them any kind of birthday party, because they can’t even afford to feed them, and then there are people out there with tons of money that do nothing to help out others.

When I think about all the starving kids in Canada {and America!}, and then I watch TV shows like Party Mama’s, I get super stabby.

If we had tons of money like that, we wouldn’t do shit like that. Our kids would still have to work for the things they wanted, and we’d support so many causes it would actually be ridiculous, but in a totally good way. Sure, we’d go on more trips and drive better vehicles than my Grand AM and his Chevy S10, but we’d make sure we gave back to the community just as much as we indulged. Ya know?!

What would you do if you had unlimited funds?

P.S. I love the completely random route this post took. I’m pretty tired, and I’m clearly rambly.

P.S.S. My furbaby says “hey!”

P.S.S.S: Tomorrow is tattoo day! My appointment has been pushed back to 5pm instead of 3, but it’s still happening! Weeeeeee!

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