Fighting over Pregnancy Parking isn't very "motherly"

I actually scored a pregger-parking spot today at my Lunch time trip to Loblaws.
Sweet victory...UNTIL....

I was getting out of my car - and another woman pulled up in an SUV in the next preggers spot beside me and hopped out of her car - no baby no bump, but I thought hey...who am I to judge. So we were almost walking side by side into the store when she turns towards me and says "you should be ashamed you took up a mothers parking spot" ...I smiled and said "I am expecting but I am so flattered that even with my bump exposed you couldn't tell! Thanks! You made my day!" I was actually thinking the same thing about her - but I didn't care b/c I rightfully parked in a great spot for once. She apparently thought I was being very rude and responded with "You don't have to be a bitch about it". I was a little shocked, but my hunger made me sharp, so I say "You only look to be about 5-6 months along yourself, don't worry these mood swings will pass, I was in your shoes last week."

Apparently she wasn't pregnant (especially not 5-6 months) and was speaking as a mother with a toddler...which she evidently didn't have with her so I don't know why she took up prime parking anyway...and was offended by my comments.
I figured she was being so rude b/c she was in fact pregnant and I felt her pain...NOPE...chic was just being a bitch. From her rant I gathered that she assumed I was some young inconsiderate youth (she was all of 30 herself) taking up family parking.

Needless to say, she totally killed my "OMG I found a preggers parking spot" buzz and I shopped fast to make sure I beat her to the parking lot (I've had my car keyed before, it was sad).

If I was a guy I would've peed on her door handles...Either way my Chocolate Croissant got me through it!

I will park in prime-preggers parking again in the next 3.5 months and I won't let anyone kill the buzz!!!

MONTREAL THIS WEEKEND!

Monday - ironic that it rhymes with funday

Not even 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I am ready to go home. I am SO TIRED. I thought your second trimester was supposed to be all energy and nice skin and feeling great....LIES.

On the more positive side I can't get over the force our baby already has - its going to be an active boy or girl. I swear the baby moves every single time I hear or dance to "all the sing ladies" by Beyonce. This, of course, is just a theory...

I saw my sisters and my Mom this weekend, which was very nice. I love how different and individual my sisters are. They're both having very different reactions to becoming Aunts to this baby! Jordyn is obsessed with touching my belly, feeling something (which is funny cause the baby didn't move once when Jordy was around). And Dawn is all about telling EVERYONE we come across that I am pregnant and she is excited. I really really like being the middle sister - it's fun to see the dynamics of my older and younger sisters. I love them to bits.

I am also finding people seem to be very nice and loving towards me (even strangers) just because I can reproduce...its very exciting! I am surprised at the number of women that feel like they are treated less than kindly during their pregnancies... although I also think its acceptable to kick people in the shins when they are rude.

We are off to Montreal this weekend for a romantic getaway....I have a feeling I'll eat a lot of Chocolate and sleep as much as humanly possible....how romantic! LOL

I feel like we're finally in the home stretch...25 weeks down - 15 weeks to go!

I want cake.

I need to "Exerise the Demons."

I am having more mood swings than Mariah Carey. I am a seriously spazzy lady.
The interesting part is that if anyone would try to point this out to me, I would more than likely rip off their stupid arms and beat them with the bloody stumps.

I literally feel like I am possessed. I can see myself spewing harsh words like a she-devil but i have no off switch - until the guilt and remorse kicks in....then I am all mopey and sad because I prefer to be a nice person. Sometimes I get so angry so quickly - that I can actually feel my body shaking while I turn green like HULK. Normally Jonathan would be impressed by my super powers, but lately I KNOW he is wishing we didn't have a loft, but rather a large house with separate wings...like a castle (Dungeon would be an added bonus).

If you see something about "Pregnant Lady shoots up Mall because she got hot while shopping and someone bumped into her"...it was more than likely me...

I hope this child can't absorb my negative energy...I'll be birthing a HULK baby, I just know it....super.

I know my glass is half full - but right now I feel like: Screw the F'ing glass full of what? MILK? give me some wine damn it and get the hell out of my way...do you want to DIE??

We are going to Montreal next weekend for Valentines Day and the weekend after that I am off to Vegas with a perfect bunch of ladies to Celebrate my Sister Dawn's (and my surrogate sister Jen's) 30th birthdays....I hope I don't ruin both trips for my traveling companions...if I do they probably had it coming.....; (

Yesterday I couldn't figure out why I was mad at Jonathan - then in a BRIEF moment of clarity, I realized I was mad at something he MIGHT do in the future, during labour and delivery....thats totally not fair, but thank goodness he wasn't home until AFTER I figured out that I was pure Evil...

Finnegan is still in my good books...Love him.

I don't know what's worse!

I am trying to decide whats worse.

I keep hearing these stories about "easy labour" like it could ever be EASY, however I hear stories like "I didn't have time for the epidural, from start to finish it was, like, three hours" or how about " three pushes and she was out!"

Make me barf. Like anyone is that lucky! I can only hope.

Then you have the other stories..."it only took 42 days and I ripped from my crotch to my ears" or the ever-so-lovely "His shoulders got stuck so they just went In and pulled him out".

I am hoping I sneeze and it just happens....

So therefore, I don't know whats worse hearing about...."easy labours" (aka the kind that most women do NOT experience, but yet you still hope and pray for it) OR the drawn out ultra painful experience that is most likely the norm, but also the most dreaded.....

From now on I want to only hear stories about how good the drugs are...THATS IT!

BABY CAKES

This baby likes CAKE...well the baby wants cake, ice-cream, Chocolate Chip Muffins, etc etc. OKAY - so its all me, but its FOR the baby.

I had another appointment this morning...it was interesting. I am growing so fast. Don't worry I am actually growing in gerth, not maturity or anything, so I should be safe! So today I learned, eyt again, something very interesting. So you know how women are always warned that Vericose Veins are a possibility during or after pregnancy....there's a little more to it than that. The little bastard veins AREN'T just possible in your legs....they are possible anywhere, I MEAN ANYWHERE. This means that where ever these "devil-veins" decide to appear, you swell and it HURTS. I know this first hand, consider yourself warned.

Today - while trudging through the snow I was able to feel the new weight of my growing body. I have to be honest, I am not liking getting wheezy while I "prance" up steps. I still prance oh yes - now I just breath and wheeze like a 600 lb woman who hasn't left her room is 5 years and lives off of a mere 14 000 Calories a day....you know what I am talking about. I am not even THAT big yet - its interesting to see what the last 3 months will bring me...maybe I'll finally qualify for one of those nifty motorized scooters!!!!! To find the silver lining, I had a friend tell me during my very sick and miserable first Trimester that I would never feel more beautiful than I would while I was pregnant. I almost punched her then, but now she couldn't be more right. I don't know if its due to my nice skin, the fact that I can now eat, or perhaps just feeling so incredibly feminine...but I feel GORGEOUS (for now) okay okay, its because of my boobs! I have never had big boobs, but i DO NOW SUCKERS! I lovingly call them my porn-boobs, and I am trying to enjoy my time with them....soon they will become a juice factory and eventually go down to my barely there size.

Life is good, I can't complain....I am very happy and excited today!

Its le Poop

Every winter I am somehow forgetful of how I survived the winter previous. Normally I would go Tobogganing, Ice Skating or Skiing - seeing as how the weather has been perfect - however none of those are baby friendly sports. so I am BORED.

I am needing to find ways to entertain myself. Today while at work (yes I know....get over it) I decided I will through myself into organizing everything we need for Baby Phillip Miller. We know which Stroller and Car Seat we'd like - now I need to pick a matress, baby carrier, highchair and Breast Pump.

I was excited until I got into the Breast Pump. There is NOTHING glamorous about being attached to a boob sucking machine that "expresses your milk". Ladies and Gentlemen...I am a Dairy Farm. Wait - is human milk considered Dairy?? Well whatever it is, I will be farming that. Maybe I can hook up this scary contraption while watching Oprah? Just a thought - and what a funny picture that would make!
So all in all I still have NO idea what to do about a mattress, OR a Breast Pump..

I am hoping and praying that I am magically infused with all of the knowledge I need once this baby is born...keep your fingers crossed!

Obama Day - I mean Tuesday

Happy Cold January Tuesday!

Today is the day the world gets to witness a new President take charge. I think its all great and everything, but seeing as how this blog is about my baby, I will keep it relevant.

It has occurred to me that this day and this President (Obama) will be a page-marker in History. Much like for my generation JFK was a page marker in our recent-past history (our parents History). Sure Abe Lincoln was historical - but that was,like, forever ago right? One day this Canadian Child of mine will ask about Obama, why he was such a big deal etc etc, and I will more than likely reply with "I was pregnant with You during his inauguration.." which will respond to eye-rolling or some gesture to mark annoyance. Its true though, this day, like all memorable days, will be mixed with a personal significance to everyone. And in 30 or so years when I might be a grandmother - or something like that, I can look back and remember a time that the first non-pure-white President ran the White House, and it will more than likely seem like ages ago to my Children, or their Children.

Like I said, its a Historical Marker.

To make something clear - I am proud to be Canadian through and through. I do believe we are a very separate entity from the USA ( I was just there, trust me, we are SO different), but anytime any one person or group of people work to make change or work to make anything better, I am excited. I am hopeful that good things are coming for the world in general. I feel like Humans need to to sit back, reflect, bury many "hatchets" and move along already. Fighting and drama is exhausting, believing in something positive, something hopeful doesn't seem all that bad.

I hope that when I meet this baby of ours I can find some peace knowing we brought him or her into a world we can be proud of and believe in.

Have a great day!

Melis