January 18, 2011 § 1 Comment
Hi kids. So on Sunday the Hus and I hosted our prenatal class reunion. We finished the class mid-August so it was really neat to see everyone again and meet their babies. Thanks to those of you who were able to join us!
Unfortunately some of the babies and/or parents were sick so couldn’t make it. Still, we had a houseful and here are the babes (except for an Anna who was having her poopy nappy changed and my Nadi who was antisocially hanging out on my boob). Awwww!
Anyhoo, the gathering got me thinking about my pregnancy. While of course I wouldn’t wish Nadi back in my belly, I did absolutely LOVE being pregnant. Feeling your baby move around inside of you is one of the most glorious and amazing things in the whole wide world.
Coupla things Nadi’s been doing a lot lately…
1. Trying to sit up… like all the time. I’ve had to start reading to her in a reclined position b/c if she’s even semi-sitting up, she’s constantly lurching forward.
2. Laughing and giggling. She especially loves a good session of airplane. Who doesn’t really? LOL.
3. Grabbing. Her favourite thing to grab? Mommy’s hair. Not only does she grab but she yanks. Ouch! I’ve been attempting to grow my hair out after several years of having it short and/or shoulder length but I have to say, Nadi’s love of my locks has me thinking maybe a Mom Do doesn’t sound so unappealing. Here’s some I like:
Me thinks this is quite lovely. Regal. Elegant. Mature. All things I aspire to be. I did have a version of this as well but it was in the late 90’s in my first few years at Uni. Gwyneth in Sliding Doors was my inspiration then. On second thought, maybe this is too much of a throw back.
Ok so this one is by far my favourite. I’ve been lusting after this haircut for a couple of years. My hair is wavy. Audrey’s is wavy. My hair is thick. Audrey’s is thick. Ok that is sort of where the similarities end. She’s got lovely super dark hair and mine is much lighter brown. She’s bloody gorgeous and I’m more on the cute side. Still, I LOVE this haircut. Maybe one day.
My Mom always used to say “When you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything.” I guess I have to wait until I know which way to go with the hair thing. Baby crying. Gotta jet. Peace.
June 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
Ok so we’re T-6 days until my tiny peanut’s party! Next Saturday, my glorious girlfriends are throwing my peanut her baby shower so my fave women and I can celebrate the life in my belly.
One of my closest girlfriends from high school, C, can’t make it. Boo. After going to share in the experience that is Sex and the City 2 together the other night, C said she had my shower gift in her car. Excitedly, I watched her pop her trunk and it came into view. It was… a Petunia Pickle Bottom (aka PPB) diaper bag. Sigh. My bag isn’t really like this (it’s dark brown with gorgeous reddish pink flowers embroidered on it) but the style is the same. C said she wanted to buy me something I wouldn’t have bought myself. Double sigh. I cried all the way home.
Last night, after consuming a stupendous beef stew I made I went to meet another of my besties, E, for ice cream (at Dairy Queen of course). Before wolfing down our respective blizzards, E surprised me with another early gift- a diaper bag she’d had made especially for me at HotMama Handbags! It looks just like this and is altogether fabulous! At first, I have to admit, I was a bit confused as to what I should do. E couldn’t return hers b/c it was custom but maybe C could return hers and I could get something else? After a thorough discussion with E, it was decided that both were actually essential. They were in totally different colour palettes and as such, would go with different outfits. E went through two identical diaper bags in her first year of being a Mama so it was agreed I would just rotate these two beauties which would make both of them go further. Now that’s my kind of decision!
My Mom arrived yesterday afternoon in advance of the shower. She’s volunteered to weed my garden and plant the annuals we bought today in advance of our garden party next Saturday. How fantastic is that? I love my Mom. Like a lot.
Also I feel the need to update the below stroller-related post. After much thought, we’ve decided against the Bugaboo Chameleon and are, instead, choosing the Phil & Ted’s Vibe. The double seat really sold us and my very practical husband really appreciated the ease with which it folded (even with the double seat attached) and the turn-on-a-dime maneuverability. This is our final answer.
All in all, another fantastic week in the life of Rhiana. Oh and I told my beautiful stepson today that his baby sister’s first party was next weekend. He said: “Oh! You got her out already?” Heh. Not quite little man, not quite.
Big big love to all those swollen, swaying bellies out there!
June 3, 2010 § Leave a comment
I’ve always been one of those really lucky women with a solid body image and a natural acceptance of her size and frame. I’ve very rarely asked if I look fat in anything. I have confidently worn two-piece bathing suits regardless of the degree to which my body does not look like Pam Anderson’s. I wear form-fitting clothes and like my curvy parts. And I have, throughout this pregnancy, felt very beautiful and mobile and comfortable…that is until today. I’m hoping that it will pass (tomorrow preferably) but today I feel restricted and bloated and well… big.
I have one of these lovely husbands who tells me that I’m beautiful several times a day. This helps. Immensely. Having said that I woke up this morning feeling sort of rotund and so ate a light lunch to compensate and was hungry in an hour so munched most of the afternoon and then, upon arriving home after a long day at the factory, thought a warm shower might just do the trick. All was going well until I bent over to shave my legs and I could only reach mid-calf. Mid-calf! I tried to bend over a bit more but the soccer ball it feels like I swallowed wouldn’t allow it. I tried to bend to the side and thought I would topple right over so corrected myself immediately. Finally after trying everything I could standing up, I resorted to sitting down. But of course before I settled in comfortably I sort of slid down the shower wall and squeaked my way to the ground but not before my hus came rushing in to make sure I hadn’t hurt myself. Sigh.
Then to make matters worse, I got out of the shower and made the mistake of looking at my naked body in the mirror. I hadn’t been in long enough to completely fog out the mirror which is unfortunate in this case. I’ve been collecting a few stretch marks on my hips the last few weeks as I expand and I’ve grown accustomed to seeing them there, almost like those really good friends (of all shapes, sizes and colours) we all (hopefully) have whose presence reminds us that we’re awesome. Well it seems my friends have invited some friends to my behind because there are definitely a bunch of new squiggles that I hadn’t previously met. Great.
Anyhoo, I’ve got dinner on the go and am salivating just thinking about the salmon filets, baked potato and corn on the cob we’re going to get to eat in half hour. Ok, just typing that sentence made me feel better. Sad but true. I’m going to take my swollen-ankled, sausage-toed, water-retaining self to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on our meal. Thanks for listening.