When Isla was born, in March, our lives as a family became very different. My life became very different. I was grateful and excited to have a brand new baby, but things seemed harder now than ever before - and they were. I did not adjust easily to having two children - and maybe I'm still not even used to it. Suddenly the people needing my attention out numbered me, and that was really hard. It seemed to be even harder than it should have been though, and it seemed to bring me less joy than I had hoped for.
I knew in the back of my mind that I was probably a prime candidate for postpartum depression - I've had depression myself before and it runs through my family history. It took me a long time though to realize and that that could be what was getting me down. It felt different than I expected or imagined. It was a very dark and frustrating time for me, and even to write it down now it is scary to face and admit to the things that went on in my mind and in my actions.
My depression in the past has been a lot of crying and a lot of shutting down and a lot of staying in bed. This time was very different. I was so so angry - all the time. I was angry when my baby woke up during the night. I was angry when my two year old didn't put her shoes on right away. I was angry because my husband couldn't possibly understand what I was feeling. I was angry that he would never have to be pregnant. I was angry with my body and with my mind. I was angry with myself. I was angry with God.
I did and said things as a parent that I hoped I would never ever do. Things that I am ashamed to remember right now. Suddenly any little thing was setting me off. I would be swearing in my head when I came to a yellow light. I was frantic and scattered all the time. This felt like the new me and suddenly I started to feel like I was never meant to be a wife or to have children. I felt like I had gotten myself in over my head and that I had chosen the wrong path for my life. I started to resent ever having the children I have - the beautiful and wonderful little girls who have blessed my life so much. That is when I started to feel like maybe this was not the way it was supposed to be. I hoped with all my energy that it was something that could change.
At my two month vaccination appointments with Isla, the nurse gave me a screening test for postpartum depression. I am grateful that by this point I had realized that I maybe had a problem. I took the time to slowly consider each question and to answer as honestly as possible. When I handed it back to her she was concerned. She asked a few follow up questions and said this needed to be faxed over to my family doctor and that I should follow up with her. It wasn't until about a month later that my girls needed appointments and so I finally made time for myself to go in too and talk to my doctor.
Being a new mom to your 1st, 2nd or 6th child is hard. There is so much to take in and so much to learn each time that it can be quite overwhelming. But when it was hard for me all the time and it was inhibiting me from feeling the joy of motherhood, and especially of a brand new baby, I knew it was a big problem - more than just regular life. I talked to my doctor and she prescribed medication and I have been taking it since then. It is still hard.
The year 2016 was one that brought a lot of hard times for our family. It brought some things that should have felt joyful, but mostly it brought trial. The days felt long, but the year flew by. Looking back on it all, this year feels like a haze to me. A lot of it feels vague and distant - I remember that there was pain and heartache and frustration, but I don't feel it anymore. There are some losses and some pains that I am still grieving, but as the fog of this year is starting to lift I am grateful for what I have come out of it with.
Isla, I am grateful that you have grown so strong and so tender in your first year of life. I am sorry that there are no monthly pictures documented of you and I am sorry that I don't remember exactly when you got your first tooth, or which day you first crawled. I am so grateful to you for your patience and your sweetness. I am grateful for what you let me learn and the ways you taught me to grow this year. Thank you baby girl. This year has meant more to me than you might ever know. And thank you to my other two and to so many others who I love so much, for their patience and love and support. I am ready for 2017.
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Feb 8, 2015
I have been a mother for a year
To be honest, I can believe that Cecelia is a year old. People have been asking me all week "can you believe Cecelia is one?" and I really can. What I can't believe is that I've been a mother for a year. I know that sounds crazy - let me back up.
I have watched Cecelia grow from nothing. For longer than a year now I have watched her grow from a microscopic seed, into a little girl. She has changed so much in the last year, and gone through so many adventures. Some of her highlights this year were learning to eat, to sleep, to open her eyes, to smile, to giggle, to sit up, to roll over, to eat solid foods, to communicate with sign language, to reach for people and to prefer certain people and things, to make connections, to crawl, to pull herself up, to tease and to play. In so many ways I can't believe she's only one. The first year of a child's life is an incredible journey, and they do it so naturally.
What I can't believe is that it's already been a year since I laid in that hospital bed and Eric and I fell so in love with that little girl. There is no feeling in the world like it, and I'm not even sure we will experience it the same way ever again. I know we will love all of our children the same - but do we now know what to expect? Becoming a parent for the first time has got to be an experience unlike any other, and it has given me a whole new perspective on life, on my own parents, and on my Heavenly Parents. I can't believe it's already been a year of that.
I have enjoyed being a mother, maybe more than anything else that I've ever done before. I fell into the roll immediately (although never perfectly) and have never looked back. One thing I love so much about motherhood is it's ability to shape and change all other aspects of my life - for the better - without me even noticing. I was worried about balancing life as a mother, and as all of the other things that I've enjoyed being in my life prior to. I now realise that the lessons learned and sacrifices made as a mother have changed me and helped me to become a better wife, a better daughter, a better sister, a better friend, a better teacher, and a better learner. It has taught me to give, to share, to love, to serve, to beg, to pray, to feel, to care and to endure in ways that nothing else ever could. I can't believe it's only been a year of that.
And so Cecelia Kate, on your first birthday I want you to know more than anything else how much I have enjoyed being your mother. I want you to know how much I have loved to serve and teach you all these days, and how I look forward to our years ahead. I want you to know that all that I am and I do and I give is because of my love for you. You will not understand that love until you get to experience it for yourself, but I hope that you have felt it each day this year, and will for each day of the rest of your life.
I have watched Cecelia grow from nothing. For longer than a year now I have watched her grow from a microscopic seed, into a little girl. She has changed so much in the last year, and gone through so many adventures. Some of her highlights this year were learning to eat, to sleep, to open her eyes, to smile, to giggle, to sit up, to roll over, to eat solid foods, to communicate with sign language, to reach for people and to prefer certain people and things, to make connections, to crawl, to pull herself up, to tease and to play. In so many ways I can't believe she's only one. The first year of a child's life is an incredible journey, and they do it so naturally.
What I can't believe is that it's already been a year since I laid in that hospital bed and Eric and I fell so in love with that little girl. There is no feeling in the world like it, and I'm not even sure we will experience it the same way ever again. I know we will love all of our children the same - but do we now know what to expect? Becoming a parent for the first time has got to be an experience unlike any other, and it has given me a whole new perspective on life, on my own parents, and on my Heavenly Parents. I can't believe it's already been a year of that.
I have enjoyed being a mother, maybe more than anything else that I've ever done before. I fell into the roll immediately (although never perfectly) and have never looked back. One thing I love so much about motherhood is it's ability to shape and change all other aspects of my life - for the better - without me even noticing. I was worried about balancing life as a mother, and as all of the other things that I've enjoyed being in my life prior to. I now realise that the lessons learned and sacrifices made as a mother have changed me and helped me to become a better wife, a better daughter, a better sister, a better friend, a better teacher, and a better learner. It has taught me to give, to share, to love, to serve, to beg, to pray, to feel, to care and to endure in ways that nothing else ever could. I can't believe it's only been a year of that.
And so Cecelia Kate, on your first birthday I want you to know more than anything else how much I have enjoyed being your mother. I want you to know how much I have loved to serve and teach you all these days, and how I look forward to our years ahead. I want you to know that all that I am and I do and I give is because of my love for you. You will not understand that love until you get to experience it for yourself, but I hope that you have felt it each day this year, and will for each day of the rest of your life.
The song I sing to Cecelia each night before bed:
You are my honeybunch, sugar plum, pumpie umpy umpkin
You're my sweetie pie.
You're my cupy cake, gumdrop snookums snookums
You're the apple of my eye.
And I love you so, and I want you to know
That I'll always be right here,
And I love to sing sweet songs to you,
because you are so dear.
Jan 1, 2014
Sidebar - 2013 New and Media Edition
I was just thinking that I should also make note of other things that happened this year that I like or remembered or took note of - things in the news or the media. I just threw this list together while I was sitting on the couch with Eric discussing some things. Let me know if I've missed any topics that would be interesting to remember or document. I want to keep a good record.
- Obviously my favourite movie to watch this year was The Great Gatsby. You all knew that.
- The shows I liked this year are not new, but I enjoyed them - Eric and I watched all of Prison Break together and got terribly addicted, and I also really enjoyed New Girl
- I thought the catchiest song this year was Domino by Jessie J - I just cannot turn that song off when it comes on, and cannot stop singing it
- I fell in love with everything Kate Spade this year. I adore her, and cannot wait until the day I am rich enough to afford one of her purses. For now I will settle for (and thoroughly enjoy) her stationary line in Chapters.
- I am also super on board with the trend of anything metallic - gold, rose gold, copper. Love it all.
- Nelson Mandela died just a few weeks ago - I did my very first biography project/presentation in elementary school on him and have always been fascinated with his life and works.
- The Boston Marathon bombings really shook me up this year. It was just such a bizarre concept to me - a completely innocent and hope filled sporting event to be the target of such a tragedy. It really confused me and made me scared for a couple of days.
- The war in Syria is just such a crazy thing for me to hear about on the news. I just can't imagine living in a place like that, and it's so sad. I literally can't even contemplate what some poor innocent people are dealing with all day every single day - over here I am completely oblivious. I am grateful for where I live though.
Dec 29, 2013
My favourite conference talk
For the month of January I was asked to contribute a bit about one of my favourite conference talks to our was Relief Society newsletter. I took the time yesterday morning to sit and think about it and write it, and I'm grateful for the chance I got to do it. I don't know that I necessarily have a very favourite talk, but this one I think is the most vivid in my mind, and easiest for me to remember.
Jesus Christ plays so many roles in our lives. He is our perfect example of how to live our lives here on Earth, that we may be able to return to our Heavenly Father some day, Striving to live as He did and to develop Christlike attributes, helps us to overcome trials and struggles we are faced with in this life, and shapes us to become our best selves.
He is our redeemer. When we make mistakes or we have challenges or we feel lonely, we know that He knows who we are and what we need. Elder Corbridge says, “ He is the Savior of the world. Either we accept the blessings of His Atonement and are made clean and pure, or we don’t and foolishly remain alone and filthy still.” All that is good and sustaining and holy comes from God. He is the source of these things, and in order to benefit from them and to be worthy of them, we must follow Jesus Christ.
My favourite part of the talk is in his conclusion. He says “The Lord’s way is not hard. Life is hard, not the gospel.” The Gospel is what helps us to overcome life when it is hard. That is sometimes a hard thing to remember. Life gets in the way of the gospel, not the other way around. The gospel is how we should be striving to live in all that we do, and when life creeps in and makes it hard to do, we have Jesus Christ and His example and forgiveness to turn to and lean on.
Elder Corbridge says, “Life is hard, but life is simple. Get on the path and never, ever give up. You never give up. You just keep on going. You don’t quit, and you will make it.” I love to hear the prophets speak so boldly and with such conviction. When my testimony waivers in certain concepts or principles of the Gospel, I love to listen to these brothers speak - I know they know, and that helps me to remember and strengthen my own conviction as well. I am so grateful for living prophets and for the strength and direction they provide me in my life.
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One of my favourite conference talks - or at least one that always seems to come to mind - is The Way by Elder Lawrence E Corbridge, from the October 2008 session of conference. He says quite simply, and in many different ways, “there is only one way to happiness and fulfillment. Jesus Christ is that way.”Jesus Christ plays so many roles in our lives. He is our perfect example of how to live our lives here on Earth, that we may be able to return to our Heavenly Father some day, Striving to live as He did and to develop Christlike attributes, helps us to overcome trials and struggles we are faced with in this life, and shapes us to become our best selves.
He is our redeemer. When we make mistakes or we have challenges or we feel lonely, we know that He knows who we are and what we need. Elder Corbridge says, “ He is the Savior of the world. Either we accept the blessings of His Atonement and are made clean and pure, or we don’t and foolishly remain alone and filthy still.” All that is good and sustaining and holy comes from God. He is the source of these things, and in order to benefit from them and to be worthy of them, we must follow Jesus Christ.
My favourite part of the talk is in his conclusion. He says “The Lord’s way is not hard. Life is hard, not the gospel.” The Gospel is what helps us to overcome life when it is hard. That is sometimes a hard thing to remember. Life gets in the way of the gospel, not the other way around. The gospel is how we should be striving to live in all that we do, and when life creeps in and makes it hard to do, we have Jesus Christ and His example and forgiveness to turn to and lean on.
Elder Corbridge says, “Life is hard, but life is simple. Get on the path and never, ever give up. You never give up. You just keep on going. You don’t quit, and you will make it.” I love to hear the prophets speak so boldly and with such conviction. When my testimony waivers in certain concepts or principles of the Gospel, I love to listen to these brothers speak - I know they know, and that helps me to remember and strengthen my own conviction as well. I am so grateful for living prophets and for the strength and direction they provide me in my life.
Dec 8, 2013
31 Weeks
Again, I am loving my second trimester! Things are really starting to pick up now, and I cannot believe I am in to week 30s.
I had my first what they call Centering Group at my midwives' office this past week, and to be honest it was kind of a negative experience. It's a program they've developed where they have the moms due in the same month together meet every other week for 4 visits to just have an open group discussion about different aspects of pregnancy, birthing, nursing and parenting. The discussion is guided by the midwives, but is really controlled by the women in the group. It's not a class, it's just kind of a support group. Anyway, in my group there are about 3 women due on the exact same day, two weeks after me, one woman due a week after me. They all spoke about having their nurseries ready and starting classes and decided on birthplaces, and I felt a little awkward. I didn't speak up much, and then when I was asked and admitted that I had not done many of those things yet, I was kind of looked down on and scolded a bit in the group. I did not feel supported or encouraged, and it was a negative experience for me. The worst part about the whole thing was that I've started to question the path of midwives because of it. It's not that I am young or stupid or unfit to be a mother (which is how it felt like I was being treated) but that no one had actually told me that I was expected to have done these things yet. The last time I met with my midwife a month or so ago, I wasn't told to register in any classes yet or to be getting ready for things, I was told that I have lots of time to decide on a birth place and plan and there was really no rush. I just feel a little bit let down. I want to be prepared, I was to be a good mother, of course I want to be ready for my baby and be able to care for it the best way possible, but I don't feel in this case that I was given the tools I needed to get to the point I am apparently supposed to be at right now.
I am trying not to worry about it too much. It was tough on the day of, but Eric was a good support and we had a good encouraging talk about it. I have great mothers and other relatives and friends who have done this before, and I know that when I really do need things they are all there for me. I am not as scared now as I was earlier in the week, and I've realised that I just need to learn to be more confident and to take better control of my own experience throughout this whole process. I need to make sure I ask all the questions I need answers too, and be sure to do my own homework as well. I need to demand the experience that I was promised when I signed up for midwifery care, and I'm sure I will get it.
I really don't have a lot of time left, but I still have enough to turn this around and make it a positive, uplifting and even empowering experience for me.
I had my first what they call Centering Group at my midwives' office this past week, and to be honest it was kind of a negative experience. It's a program they've developed where they have the moms due in the same month together meet every other week for 4 visits to just have an open group discussion about different aspects of pregnancy, birthing, nursing and parenting. The discussion is guided by the midwives, but is really controlled by the women in the group. It's not a class, it's just kind of a support group. Anyway, in my group there are about 3 women due on the exact same day, two weeks after me, one woman due a week after me. They all spoke about having their nurseries ready and starting classes and decided on birthplaces, and I felt a little awkward. I didn't speak up much, and then when I was asked and admitted that I had not done many of those things yet, I was kind of looked down on and scolded a bit in the group. I did not feel supported or encouraged, and it was a negative experience for me. The worst part about the whole thing was that I've started to question the path of midwives because of it. It's not that I am young or stupid or unfit to be a mother (which is how it felt like I was being treated) but that no one had actually told me that I was expected to have done these things yet. The last time I met with my midwife a month or so ago, I wasn't told to register in any classes yet or to be getting ready for things, I was told that I have lots of time to decide on a birth place and plan and there was really no rush. I just feel a little bit let down. I want to be prepared, I was to be a good mother, of course I want to be ready for my baby and be able to care for it the best way possible, but I don't feel in this case that I was given the tools I needed to get to the point I am apparently supposed to be at right now.
I am trying not to worry about it too much. It was tough on the day of, but Eric was a good support and we had a good encouraging talk about it. I have great mothers and other relatives and friends who have done this before, and I know that when I really do need things they are all there for me. I am not as scared now as I was earlier in the week, and I've realised that I just need to learn to be more confident and to take better control of my own experience throughout this whole process. I need to make sure I ask all the questions I need answers too, and be sure to do my own homework as well. I need to demand the experience that I was promised when I signed up for midwifery care, and I'm sure I will get it.
I really don't have a lot of time left, but I still have enough to turn this around and make it a positive, uplifting and even empowering experience for me.
Nov 20, 2013
23 Years Old
Today I turned 23 years old. I must have grown up a little bit this year, because it was literally the first time I can remember not having a count down going for my birthday. I actually nearly forgot it was coming up as soon as it did. It's probably a good thing too, because it was not my most memorable one. Eric has a huge exam this Friday, and so we committed to celebrating it next week, which I thought I was okay with, but I guess I wasn't. I don't really know what I was expecting today to be like, but apparently I was expecting something different. Eric actually forgot completely this morning, until he was driving me in to work and talked about my birthday present - then he realised what day it was and felt really bad. For the first time ever I cried about my birthday going unnoticed - I blame pregnancy for that. I did receive some very kind and loving phone calls and text messages from some of my very favourite people though, and that's nice no matter what day of the year it is.
Despite how today went though, I really am excited about the year ahead. Today I am half the age of my mom - the age she was when she had me. When I was a little girl and planned my life out, I planned to have my first baby when I was 23, just like my mom. I planned everything around that age - when I should be married, when I should meet my husband, when we should be buying a house etc. Although not everything has gone according to plan, this one is and I think that's really cool. My life has not gone in any way how I thought it would to this point, but I have loved so much of it and have learned from the things I didn't think I loved.
I am so grateful for my parents and the person they taught me to be. Finally, in year 24 of my life on earth, I think I am starting to do things the way they would have hoped I would. I am grateful for endless sacrifices of time, talents, resources (meaning money, or so many creative alternatives they devised) and most importantly themselves to help me grow and learn and develop.
I am grateful for 23 year old me. I really like her and the things she believes in, hold dear and works toward each day. Here is to a fantastic year ahead - unlike any other I have lived so far.
Despite how today went though, I really am excited about the year ahead. Today I am half the age of my mom - the age she was when she had me. When I was a little girl and planned my life out, I planned to have my first baby when I was 23, just like my mom. I planned everything around that age - when I should be married, when I should meet my husband, when we should be buying a house etc. Although not everything has gone according to plan, this one is and I think that's really cool. My life has not gone in any way how I thought it would to this point, but I have loved so much of it and have learned from the things I didn't think I loved.
I am so grateful for my parents and the person they taught me to be. Finally, in year 24 of my life on earth, I think I am starting to do things the way they would have hoped I would. I am grateful for endless sacrifices of time, talents, resources (meaning money, or so many creative alternatives they devised) and most importantly themselves to help me grow and learn and develop.
I am grateful for 23 year old me. I really like her and the things she believes in, hold dear and works toward each day. Here is to a fantastic year ahead - unlike any other I have lived so far.
Jul 31, 2013
A night out with me
Eric has really enjoyed going to the driving range with a good friend of his lately. He talks about golfing a lot, and it's fun for me to send him out with his buddies to have a good time.
I have been looking for something to fill these nights by myself, because mostly I've just been watching Netflix movies or doing laundry. Truth is I don't have many girlfriends to do something fun with, so tonight I decided I could still do something fun, by myself. The timing was perfect. I heard on the radio about a piano concert put on by Honens tonight. Admission was free, and all donations are going to rebuilding one of the badly damaged schools.
The show was lovely, although to be honest I had a hard time staying awake. That was entirely my own fault though, and not the show's. The pianist was young, or at least he seemed it. He looked like a friendly familiar character from a movie to me, but when he played the piano he commanded attention. It was a powerful performance, and I'm really glad I came.
Jul 17, 2013
What is going on in there?
Yes this is true. Eric and I are going to have a baby.
This adventure started (well not started, but first reared it's head) on the day we got back from NYC. We flew in around noon and I felt awful (and also I lost my cell phone, so that sucked). As soon as we landed I thought I was going to be sick, and that feeling never went away. That whole week I was exhausted and could not get myself feeling okay, so matter what I tried. This was literally the worst jet lag I had ever experienced. I could not figure out what was causing it, but the more people I mentioned it to, the more I started to feel like I maybe knew exactly what it was. On Thursday night I couldn't take it anymore, and so I went to my mother-in-law to try to do some muscle testing (I really can't go in to what muscle testing is right now, it would take up way way way to much room to explain, but I think most of you close enough to me have been briefed already. Moving on). She tried to figure out what fear or negative belief could be causing nausea or fatigue, and we came up with nothing. Finally she turned to us and said "all signs point to one thing".
This was not really what we were expecting, and not really in this way. It took Eric by an unpleasant surprise at first. We had a plan, and this was not it - it was really really close to it, but just a little bit off. Eric and I both have a hard time when planning goes that way, but he was really worried this time. (Background: Eric is starting his designation for accounting in September. This means a new full time job with an accounting firm, as well as part time school in the evenings and pretty much every available second. The busy season for accountants just happens to be January-April, and well if we're due in February, you do the math.) He is concerned that our baby will land itself in our lives right at a time when he will be basically completely unavailable to our family. That's a legitimate concern, I think.
The next day was June 21. I am sick as a dog, and don't even make it to work that day. It was kind of a nice day actually. We spent most of the morning in bed. A pregnancy test waited for us on the bathroom sink; for a perfect moment when Eric and I both would be excited to see that || show up on the screen. I peed and sure enough that positive showed up literally the second it hit the stick. We are pregnant. What next? First things first. I downloaded The Bump app, and calculated how far along I was. I calculated 5 weeks. We read all about what's going on in there at 5 weeks, and it was a day I will always remember as one of my favourites.
I saw my doctor the next week, and she gave me some great reading materials, as well as a prescription of something to help with the nausea. She told me right away to choose doctor or midwives and to find and meet with one as soon as possible. I don't know how I didn't realise that being pregnant would be so serious! I knew I wanted midwives - my mom had midwives for 4 of her 7 babies, and it's just always been the experience I want. I filled out every intake form for every midwife practice I could find in the city of Calgary, and then I waited. Slowly one by one the emails starting coming in saying "Thank you for your application. We are full, but your name has been added to a waiting list." Then I got a phone call at the beginning of July to say that I was in with one of the groups. It was such a relief, but I couldn't even meet them until July 17th. That seemed like forever away.
Everything to do with pregnancy takes FOREVER!
I met them on the 17th with Eric, and felt kind of unsettled after the appointment. I just really didn't know what I wanted for my birthing experience, and didn't realise how many decisions needed to be made so early on. Eric and I chatted for a long time, and I told him all my fears and concerns and silly little nit picky things. He laughed, and then he comforted me (which is usually how it goes). He said he knew that the experience with midwives is what he wanted and what he wanted me to have. His mother never had midwives, and we concluded that that's why so many people choose not to take that root - it's unfamiliar. But as it becomes more widely accepted, more monitored and more accessible, he seems to think that it's the obvious choice. I didn't even think he'd care, but hearing him so certain and convinced so quickly of something (that is not like Eric or me for most big decisions) brought me comfort and we made the decision.
This adventure started (well not started, but first reared it's head) on the day we got back from NYC. We flew in around noon and I felt awful (and also I lost my cell phone, so that sucked). As soon as we landed I thought I was going to be sick, and that feeling never went away. That whole week I was exhausted and could not get myself feeling okay, so matter what I tried. This was literally the worst jet lag I had ever experienced. I could not figure out what was causing it, but the more people I mentioned it to, the more I started to feel like I maybe knew exactly what it was. On Thursday night I couldn't take it anymore, and so I went to my mother-in-law to try to do some muscle testing (I really can't go in to what muscle testing is right now, it would take up way way way to much room to explain, but I think most of you close enough to me have been briefed already. Moving on). She tried to figure out what fear or negative belief could be causing nausea or fatigue, and we came up with nothing. Finally she turned to us and said "all signs point to one thing".
This was not really what we were expecting, and not really in this way. It took Eric by an unpleasant surprise at first. We had a plan, and this was not it - it was really really close to it, but just a little bit off. Eric and I both have a hard time when planning goes that way, but he was really worried this time. (Background: Eric is starting his designation for accounting in September. This means a new full time job with an accounting firm, as well as part time school in the evenings and pretty much every available second. The busy season for accountants just happens to be January-April, and well if we're due in February, you do the math.) He is concerned that our baby will land itself in our lives right at a time when he will be basically completely unavailable to our family. That's a legitimate concern, I think.
The next day was June 21. I am sick as a dog, and don't even make it to work that day. It was kind of a nice day actually. We spent most of the morning in bed. A pregnancy test waited for us on the bathroom sink; for a perfect moment when Eric and I both would be excited to see that || show up on the screen. I peed and sure enough that positive showed up literally the second it hit the stick. We are pregnant. What next? First things first. I downloaded The Bump app, and calculated how far along I was. I calculated 5 weeks. We read all about what's going on in there at 5 weeks, and it was a day I will always remember as one of my favourites.
I saw my doctor the next week, and she gave me some great reading materials, as well as a prescription of something to help with the nausea. She told me right away to choose doctor or midwives and to find and meet with one as soon as possible. I don't know how I didn't realise that being pregnant would be so serious! I knew I wanted midwives - my mom had midwives for 4 of her 7 babies, and it's just always been the experience I want. I filled out every intake form for every midwife practice I could find in the city of Calgary, and then I waited. Slowly one by one the emails starting coming in saying "Thank you for your application. We are full, but your name has been added to a waiting list." Then I got a phone call at the beginning of July to say that I was in with one of the groups. It was such a relief, but I couldn't even meet them until July 17th. That seemed like forever away.
Everything to do with pregnancy takes FOREVER!
I met them on the 17th with Eric, and felt kind of unsettled after the appointment. I just really didn't know what I wanted for my birthing experience, and didn't realise how many decisions needed to be made so early on. Eric and I chatted for a long time, and I told him all my fears and concerns and silly little nit picky things. He laughed, and then he comforted me (which is usually how it goes). He said he knew that the experience with midwives is what he wanted and what he wanted me to have. His mother never had midwives, and we concluded that that's why so many people choose not to take that root - it's unfamiliar. But as it becomes more widely accepted, more monitored and more accessible, he seems to think that it's the obvious choice. I didn't even think he'd care, but hearing him so certain and convinced so quickly of something (that is not like Eric or me for most big decisions) brought me comfort and we made the decision.
Morning Sickness is a misnomer. Not much happens between when you pee on the stick and choose a doctor, to when you actually see the baby on the screen. It is a lot of waiting and putting up with symptoms, with very little sign of anything glorious or miraculous. This is what I have been doing for the past 5 weeks. Nausea lasts all morning, all day and all night, at least it does for me. That's why my doctor prescribed the medication. One thing I thought about pregnancy was that cravings happen for a reason - to provide your body with the nutrients it needs to grow a baby. That's not what it's been like for me lately. I have not eaten a meal since we were in NYC. I don't know what it is, but my body cannot stand the look of any kind of food, and when any tiny bite of food makes it in, I promise you it doesn't stay there for long. I could literally keep an entire blog of the different forms of vomit I have experienced, and keep you all on your toes for weeks I'm sure, but I will not. It's supposed to end soon, and so that is all I have to say about that. Moving on.
This week was finally the first milestone. It was the first time I saw the fruits of my nausea. It was wonderful.
I wasn't 100% sure on my dates of my last period and cycle length and such, so my midwife scheduled me a dating ultrasound. That was on Monday. That was the first time we saw the baby and it's heartbeat. Eric and I went together, and it was a great few moments to share with him. The tech showed us where the heart was, and showed us how it beats. It was at 166 bpm, so apparently that's good. I did not expect to see it move around so much though. I don't know why, but with how small it is in there right now, I really thought it would be less visibly active, but it did not stop squirming and bouncing the whole time. Weird that I really can't even feel a flutter. Right now it measures about 4.5 centimeters in length, and that's about it. With the measurements she did for me, I was dated at 11 weeks and 2 days, with my due date on February 9, 2014. The absolutely great news is that it put me one week ahead of what I thought. That means one week closer to the end of my first trimester - hopefully the end of the nausea and other crummy symptoms.
Then on Friday I had a second ultrasound. This one was for a first trimester screening for chromosome related birth defects. Eric was really nervous for this one. His greatest fear in this whole process is that we will have an unhealthy or handicapped baby. I don't know why he worries so much, because chances are much greater that everything will be completely fine and perfectly "normal", and even if it weren't, I know he'd do great. He has a young cousin with special needs, and I think he sees how much work it can be for his aunt sometimes. They ran the test based on my age alone at first, and my chances of carrying a baby with down syndrome were 1/2000 something. Then they did measurements of the baby, combined it with my blood work and height and weight and everything else they could find out about me, and rand it again. My final results were 1 in over 20,000. Naturally I felt really good about this, and came out of there beaming. But when I took it to Eric, we talked about the reality of the situation: if Heavenly Father wants us to have that experience, if He believes our child needs that experience, or if He thinks that it would any way make us learn something we need to learn, we will still be that 1/20,000 and that's going to be okay too.
The last 6 weeks have been something new and exciting, but in the end we are having fun and the little lime sized thing growing inside me is perfectly healthy. We are excited!
This week was finally the first milestone. It was the first time I saw the fruits of my nausea. It was wonderful.
I wasn't 100% sure on my dates of my last period and cycle length and such, so my midwife scheduled me a dating ultrasound. That was on Monday. That was the first time we saw the baby and it's heartbeat. Eric and I went together, and it was a great few moments to share with him. The tech showed us where the heart was, and showed us how it beats. It was at 166 bpm, so apparently that's good. I did not expect to see it move around so much though. I don't know why, but with how small it is in there right now, I really thought it would be less visibly active, but it did not stop squirming and bouncing the whole time. Weird that I really can't even feel a flutter. Right now it measures about 4.5 centimeters in length, and that's about it. With the measurements she did for me, I was dated at 11 weeks and 2 days, with my due date on February 9, 2014. The absolutely great news is that it put me one week ahead of what I thought. That means one week closer to the end of my first trimester - hopefully the end of the nausea and other crummy symptoms.
Then on Friday I had a second ultrasound. This one was for a first trimester screening for chromosome related birth defects. Eric was really nervous for this one. His greatest fear in this whole process is that we will have an unhealthy or handicapped baby. I don't know why he worries so much, because chances are much greater that everything will be completely fine and perfectly "normal", and even if it weren't, I know he'd do great. He has a young cousin with special needs, and I think he sees how much work it can be for his aunt sometimes. They ran the test based on my age alone at first, and my chances of carrying a baby with down syndrome were 1/2000 something. Then they did measurements of the baby, combined it with my blood work and height and weight and everything else they could find out about me, and rand it again. My final results were 1 in over 20,000. Naturally I felt really good about this, and came out of there beaming. But when I took it to Eric, we talked about the reality of the situation: if Heavenly Father wants us to have that experience, if He believes our child needs that experience, or if He thinks that it would any way make us learn something we need to learn, we will still be that 1/20,000 and that's going to be okay too.
Jan 25, 2013
Sick Sick Sick
Last Friday, right after we saw the mortgage guy, we went to a really fun show with Eric's parents. It was almost like Glee for grownups. It was a show choir called Rev52 and that show was called British Invasion. It was really fun to watch, and really well done.
But while we were at the show, and as we were leaving, I started to get really achy and tired and cold. I knew I was getting sick :( Alberta's had a bad strong of the flu this year, and I really thought I was going to escape it. Most every year I get a but if a cold and strep throat at worst, but it got me bad this year.
Saturday I was home all day in bed, and Sunday I went to the clinic. Eric had to teach in nursery, but his brother was kind enough to take me down and wait 2 hours with me until Eric got there. What a good brother. As soon as Eric got there I got in to see the doctor. She told me it was definitely the flu, and that I should stay home from work and be in bed only until at least Wednesday.
It was a strange flu. Every night I was sick I had a small trick played on me. In the middle of the night my fever would break, and I would wake up in literally a pool of sweat - we'd have to change the sheets every night, sometimes twice a night. But then as soon as it broke, my fever just climbed right back up again every time. It was the worst I've felt in a long time (years). I never threw up once though - just fevers, aches and pains.I tried to get back to work on Thursday, but only made it through half a day. Then I stayed home again on Friday.
Not only was being sick hard on me physically, but it was hard on Eric and I together as well. I felt like a complete invalid and was really guilt sending him to clean on his own a couple of times. Guilt does horrible things for our relationship, and I could not shake that feeling. I thin he probably felt it a bit too - in some ways I'm sure he wanted me to be able to care for myself, but he was very kind and supportive the whole time.
We made it through, but it was rough. I never want to be stuck in bed like that again.
But while we were at the show, and as we were leaving, I started to get really achy and tired and cold. I knew I was getting sick :( Alberta's had a bad strong of the flu this year, and I really thought I was going to escape it. Most every year I get a but if a cold and strep throat at worst, but it got me bad this year.
Saturday I was home all day in bed, and Sunday I went to the clinic. Eric had to teach in nursery, but his brother was kind enough to take me down and wait 2 hours with me until Eric got there. What a good brother. As soon as Eric got there I got in to see the doctor. She told me it was definitely the flu, and that I should stay home from work and be in bed only until at least Wednesday.
It was a strange flu. Every night I was sick I had a small trick played on me. In the middle of the night my fever would break, and I would wake up in literally a pool of sweat - we'd have to change the sheets every night, sometimes twice a night. But then as soon as it broke, my fever just climbed right back up again every time. It was the worst I've felt in a long time (years). I never threw up once though - just fevers, aches and pains.I tried to get back to work on Thursday, but only made it through half a day. Then I stayed home again on Friday.
Not only was being sick hard on me physically, but it was hard on Eric and I together as well. I felt like a complete invalid and was really guilt sending him to clean on his own a couple of times. Guilt does horrible things for our relationship, and I could not shake that feeling. I thin he probably felt it a bit too - in some ways I'm sure he wanted me to be able to care for myself, but he was very kind and supportive the whole time.
We made it through, but it was rough. I never want to be stuck in bed like that again.
Jan 14, 2013
At the Office
I had a great meeting at work last Thursday. It was a team planning meeting for 2013 in which we tries to make some changed and set some goals for the office. I love my job and I love the girls I'm working with. It's been so fun and felt so great to enjoy a job for the first time in a long time. I work hard and I think I'm good at it. They all praised me for how well I'm doing and what an asset I have become, and how valuable I am, including the boss, and who doesn't like hearing that?
Today I met with my boss and as one of our girls is going on maternity leave this year, she asked me if I would like to become a licensed broker. I think it's a great opportunity and I'm really excited about it. She will order me the books to study and help me with any training or teaching I might need. She wanted to offer it to someone inside the group before hiring from outside, and she thinks I can do it. It feels really good to be valued in a professional setting. I'm excited about this opportunity, as well as a bit nervous to move from my current role, but it is all very confidence boosting for me.
Today I met with my boss and as one of our girls is going on maternity leave this year, she asked me if I would like to become a licensed broker. I think it's a great opportunity and I'm really excited about it. She will order me the books to study and help me with any training or teaching I might need. She wanted to offer it to someone inside the group before hiring from outside, and she thinks I can do it. It feels really good to be valued in a professional setting. I'm excited about this opportunity, as well as a bit nervous to move from my current role, but it is all very confidence boosting for me.
Nov 20, 2012
I'm Feeling 22!
And that's because I am 22. Today was my birthday. It was a nice low key celebration that made me feel really loved by all the people around me.
I got some decorations and beautiful flowers at work today.
I don't like birthday cake, and recently I love popcorn. My mother-in-law made caramel corn for everyone. She also made one of my favourite ice cream treats and put all the candles in it.
Eric knew how disappointed I was this year about not being able to carve pumpkins. We had some left over, and they picked up a couple of more and everyone carved pumpkins together for my birthday.
I am very in to live entertainment right now. I don't know what it is, but I have really loved catching little performances all around town that I hear about mostly on CBC Radio. Eric was excited to show me a Calgary tradition, and for my present he bought me tickets to Theater Calgary's A Christmas Carol. The performance is on the 29th, and I am so excited! I can't wait.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, and to my wonderful family everywhere they are who love me so much.
I got some decorations and beautiful flowers at work today.
Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, and to my wonderful family everywhere they are who love me so much.
Oct 12, 2012
Goodbye Weekdays
I got a job. I actually got it like 3 days ago, but have been running around doing a bunch of calls and emails and meetings to get started with it. {it's a really long and stupid story.} But I start next Wednesday. Monday and Tuesday I have to do some career workshop training thing all day, so those days are right-offs.
Remember I told you about that insurance company that I thought I wanted to work for, but who hired someone else? Turns out, that girl decided not to take the job after all, and now it's up to me to be what they need. I don't know how the girl who decided, the day she was supposed to start working, that she didn't want to the job, and didn't going to show up interviewed better than me in the first place, but as the manager said "Things happen for a reason", so I guess it's my turn now.
I am excited that my job search is done {although, I finally received two more calls for interviews today for positions I applied for like two weeks ago and was interested it, and now it's hard to not want to keep looking. Ugh go figure.}, but now I have no more weekdays left to enjoy. They will all be dedicated to filing and faxing and answering phones and sending emails and blah blah blah {which I am actually excited to finally start doing}, and I will miss all the things I've come to enjoy during the days for the last 2.5months.
I will miss:
- seeing my niece and nephew everyday
- the peace and quiet of everyone being out of the house
- the sunshine coming through the big front windows of the house
- random visits from friends and family at the house
- lunches prepared fresh, when I want them
- sleeping in {although I haven't been able to do much of that until very recently}
- random shopping trips
- random craft projects
- flexible schedules
- seeing my husband at random times of the day
I still have my weekends though, no one can take those away from me. I will still get my Max Fix on Sundays when I play with him in Nursery, and my Verona when they're over for Sunday dinners and stuff. And everything else will just have to wait while I'm out from 830-430 {830-4 on Fridays} pursuing my dreams of being and admin assistant/receptionist and saving the world one pile of paperwork at a time!
Remember I told you about that insurance company that I thought I wanted to work for, but who hired someone else? Turns out, that girl decided not to take the job after all, and now it's up to me to be what they need. I don't know how the girl who decided, the day she was supposed to start working, that she didn't want to the job, and didn't going to show up interviewed better than me in the first place, but as the manager said "Things happen for a reason", so I guess it's my turn now.
I am excited that my job search is done {although, I finally received two more calls for interviews today for positions I applied for like two weeks ago and was interested it, and now it's hard to not want to keep looking. Ugh go figure.}, but now I have no more weekdays left to enjoy. They will all be dedicated to filing and faxing and answering phones and sending emails and blah blah blah {which I am actually excited to finally start doing}, and I will miss all the things I've come to enjoy during the days for the last 2.5months.
I will miss:
- seeing my niece and nephew everyday
- the peace and quiet of everyone being out of the house
- the sunshine coming through the big front windows of the house
- random visits from friends and family at the house
- lunches prepared fresh, when I want them
- sleeping in {although I haven't been able to do much of that until very recently}
- random shopping trips
- random craft projects
- flexible schedules
- seeing my husband at random times of the day
I still have my weekends though, no one can take those away from me. I will still get my Max Fix on Sundays when I play with him in Nursery, and my Verona when they're over for Sunday dinners and stuff. And everything else will just have to wait while I'm out from 830-430 {830-4 on Fridays} pursuing my dreams of being and admin assistant/receptionist and saving the world one pile of paperwork at a time!
Oct 9, 2012
Update
The the book page canvas project.
I already mentioned that I wasn't a huge fan of how it turned out. It felt like it was missing something, and today I found out what. I decided to personalize it and make it more applicable to Eric and I, so I could hang it somewhere we both could appreciate it.
These are the supplies I used.
Step 1: Print and cut out your design or words.
Then print it and cut it out. Place it where you want on the canvas.
Step 2: Shade the back of each piece.
Step 3: Place the design back in place.
Step 4: Trace it with a darker or coloured pen or marker.
I just chose to make my design black, so that was easy. I used a really thin, but wet ink pen to trace over those faint pencil marks. I did each piece separately; in pencil first, then in this thin pen.
From here you can decide whether you want it to be just an outline, or whether you want to fill it in. I chose to fill it in.
Step 5: Fill it in.
Then I used a regular sized Sharpie marker to get closer to the edges, and then to make the edges straight. Finally I used the thinnest point Sharpie. I used this one to shape the corners of each letter, and to fill the edges of my smaller letters.
I may have gone a little overboard on this part, but I want on the phone while I was doing it, and just kept going and going. You may not fell the need to do all these steps, and that's fine. It will still look great to the naked {not-your} eye.
I am very pleased with the way this one turned out. It just amped up the first version, and made it ours. Do the letters look perfect? Of course not. Are they perfectly straight? Unfortunately not. But this is now something that means something to Eric and I and that I do plan to eventually hang in our home.
Jul 18, 2012
Deciding Some Things
This week was one of those weeks that I think we'll remember; one that matters. Some big decisions were made this week. Some are exciting, some are sad, but most mean very good things for Eric and I in the near future. There was lots of talking and thinking and loving and praying and thinking and talking that went on between us this week.
{Side note: I've been sick for just over a week now, and I just want to say how grateful I am for how gentle and kind Eric has been. It's just a bad cough and so there isn't much that can be done, but he has been very good to me lately. Yesterday he even went out, in the first day of rain we've seen in a month, to get me a drink that would help me to feel a ton better.}
Yesterday was a bit of a quiet morning between Eric and I. We both took our mornings to, in our own ways, deal with our separate thoughts and feelings. Early afternoon we went to the gym together and that was a huge help. We worked out, and Eric pushed me, and it made us feel better. Then we spent a relaxed and rainy evening at home in the pool for a few minutes, and then playing some games together.
{Side note #2: Have you ever played Pocket Frogs for the iPhone. Eric has been playing for a week or two maybe and I bugged him and bugged him, and just didn't get it. Until Monday. I finally gave in and got it, and we've been feeding off each other's addictions to it ever since. So we played some cards and some pocket frogs}
{Side note: I've been sick for just over a week now, and I just want to say how grateful I am for how gentle and kind Eric has been. It's just a bad cough and so there isn't much that can be done, but he has been very good to me lately. Yesterday he even went out, in the first day of rain we've seen in a month, to get me a drink that would help me to feel a ton better.}
Yesterday was a bit of a quiet morning between Eric and I. We both took our mornings to, in our own ways, deal with our separate thoughts and feelings. Early afternoon we went to the gym together and that was a huge help. We worked out, and Eric pushed me, and it made us feel better. Then we spent a relaxed and rainy evening at home in the pool for a few minutes, and then playing some games together.
{Side note #2: Have you ever played Pocket Frogs for the iPhone. Eric has been playing for a week or two maybe and I bugged him and bugged him, and just didn't get it. Until Monday. I finally gave in and got it, and we've been feeding off each other's addictions to it ever since. So we played some cards and some pocket frogs}
So, Eric has decided to stop working the job he's at now. It hasn't been as successful as we thought/hoped/assumed it would be, and so he finished up this week with a call back sale on Monday morning. Yesterday was his first day of vacation time before we head home to Calgary to start working again. We are going home to Calgary!
The
thing that's been the hardest for us to accept (I think it's been a
mutual feeling, and I know I've felt it strongly) in this whole thing is
that we felt that Eric was not blessed as much as we maybe wanted him
to be, or even thought he deserved to be at work. He did work hard, and
he mostly did all he could, and I hope he still knows how much I
appreciate him for all he's done for us. I've told him in a joking way
sometimes, "You're so brave" before he goes to work. And I mean it. I
hope he knows how much I admire his strength and his desire to just do
what needs to be done to provide for me, and to fulfill what he feels
are his duties and responsibilities.
But in the past couple of days we've really come to understand and appreciate what success means
in our situation right now. It's not all about the financial aspect or opportunities that were here, but about the experience and the personal opportunities as well. We'll still have what we need to get by,
and we know that we have support from all corners. We will never go
without, as long as there's something that can be done, by us or those
who love us, to prevent it. We have also so much enjoyed our time here
in Nova Scotia. We came here this summer to be close to my family. To
get close to them, and enjoy with them some key events and exciting
things this summer. We've done that. It's nice that we really just feel
so good about the time we've been here, and I'm actually excited to get
home. Halifax has just done all it can do for us for right now, and there are some great things waiting for us in Calgary.
***
The other exciting thing that happened this week: I decided what to do for school. I got a letter in the mail, after I've applied to open studies to start back at Mount Royal and finish my degree. It told me that they were happy to get my application...blah, blah, blah...I am number 920 on the wait list, and will be offered a spot as soon as one opens. So basically, I moved on to plan B, which quickly became plan A the more I thought about it and got excited about it and remembered how much I've wanted to do it since like high school. I am going to take photography courses in the fall. I'm going to get myself a camera, take some classes and I am going to be a photographer! I've also always wanted to be a graphic designer. That's what my dad took in school. I've always assumed that my creative energy and brainpower comes from my mom, but I'm just realizing that some must be from him too because he's a good artist and photographer (although he doesn't use it much), and I want to do what he did first. I'm pretty excited about it actually. I hope to eventually take pictures and design invitations and announcements and stationary of all kinds. That's the plan. I got such a burst of creative waves this week that I actually decided on a name and started designing a blog/website. I want this to happen now, so I'm doing all I can now to get closer to when it can.
***
So the next couple of weeks are full of plans for happy things, and fun things, and last things and just good things! We'll (maybe just I'll) actually make it to two extra things on our Halifax list, that I thought we would miss.
Jun 13, 2012
Halifax in Instagrams
To be honest, I haven't really been making the most of my time here in Halifax. I have been making the most of my time close to home (aka spending lots of great time with my mom and family), but not of Halifax itself.
Today I ventured out into the great well-known and searched for some things I love, and some new things to see.
1. This is the view from our apartment window. It's sometimes fun to wake up and listen to the kids play, and try to figure out what they're saying.
2. There are so many trees in Halifax, and I love it. Each street is lined with them.
3. I love the painted electrical boxes in the Halifax area
4. There are cemeteries everywhere in the city. A few of them right downtown in the middle of everything. They're beautiful old ones too, with tons of history.
5. I like Spring Garden Road. It's fun to wander up and down and look at all the fun.
6. There are also a lot of churches in Halifax. Again, really old beautiful ones all over the place.
7. The Urban Cottage is my favourite antique store. Everything has a tag to tell you the Date it came in and the price as of that date. The bigger items have tags that tell you the exact date the price will go down, and to what dollar amount. I love it.
8. Halifax is full of artists. Paintings in fun places, and lot of buskers especially.
9. This is the bench where Eric and I took one of our first pictures together after we got engaged.
10. Anchors always remind me of the east coast, and of Halifax.
11. Theodore Tugboat on the waterfront.
12. Layla. I found a new store today, with cute little clothes and a dress I love.
13. Argyle Street is the place to go when you want to eat. It has all the restaurants and a cute little shop I love.
14. This is a creepy looking construction site on Argyle. I heard though that it used to be full of mannequins for some art project or design thing or something. That'd be much creepier.
15. This is where we took family pictures a year and a half ago. We though it would be the last time we'd all be together as a family for a while. Turns out the next time will be this summer when my grandmas come here to live!
16. Another spot from the family photo shoot. Turns out it's actually like a 4 minute walk from out apartment right now.
17. Inkwell. Another new shop I found. It's all really really cute letterpress prints and cards and things.
18. Pete's is a cute little organic and fancy grocery store downtown. I bought this juice for Eric and I for dinner.
19. These lawn chairs are set up all over the Dalhousie campus downtown. they're painted bright beautiful colours and just look so inviting.
20. Halifax Regional Municipality. I love you.
1. This is the view from our apartment window. It's sometimes fun to wake up and listen to the kids play, and try to figure out what they're saying.
2. There are so many trees in Halifax, and I love it. Each street is lined with them.
3. I love the painted electrical boxes in the Halifax area
4. There are cemeteries everywhere in the city. A few of them right downtown in the middle of everything. They're beautiful old ones too, with tons of history.
5. I like Spring Garden Road. It's fun to wander up and down and look at all the fun.
6. There are also a lot of churches in Halifax. Again, really old beautiful ones all over the place.
7. The Urban Cottage is my favourite antique store. Everything has a tag to tell you the Date it came in and the price as of that date. The bigger items have tags that tell you the exact date the price will go down, and to what dollar amount. I love it.
8. Halifax is full of artists. Paintings in fun places, and lot of buskers especially.
9. This is the bench where Eric and I took one of our first pictures together after we got engaged.
11. Theodore Tugboat on the waterfront.
12. Layla. I found a new store today, with cute little clothes and a dress I love.
13. Argyle Street is the place to go when you want to eat. It has all the restaurants and a cute little shop I love.
14. This is a creepy looking construction site on Argyle. I heard though that it used to be full of mannequins for some art project or design thing or something. That'd be much creepier.
15. This is where we took family pictures a year and a half ago. We though it would be the last time we'd all be together as a family for a while. Turns out the next time will be this summer when my grandmas come here to live!
17. Inkwell. Another new shop I found. It's all really really cute letterpress prints and cards and things.
18. Pete's is a cute little organic and fancy grocery store downtown. I bought this juice for Eric and I for dinner.
19. These lawn chairs are set up all over the Dalhousie campus downtown. they're painted bright beautiful colours and just look so inviting.
20. Halifax Regional Municipality. I love you.
1/2 the reason I don't get out much
Without my mom and her projects and her market I would for sure have gone stir-crazy by now. As you may remember, I've been keeping myself busy with these projects. Some flopped, but the final product is something I like a lot. Guess you'll have to come down to the Halifax Seaport Market to see the real thing (or just wait til I post better pictures. These one's didn't turn out, so I didn't want to show them for real yet).
May 10, 2012
Lately
It's been a long time sine I've had the internet near by. Did I mention Eric and I live in Nova Scotia now? Since two weeks ago now. This is all that's happened since I last told you about my brother's mission call.
This is life, it's not much, but it's our life.
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| I left my job at Beautiful Bride, not because I didn't love it, but because I wanted to come home to Halifax. |
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| I got an iPhone, and so did Eric. We got matching phones cause we're that cute. I got the white and he got the black. |
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| I'm in love with this game. |
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| I got bangs and then got on a plane. This is not a good picture of either but this is us flying to Halifax. |
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