Pregnant bellies are really an entity onto themselves. Well, I know that the baby inside is an entity but that shape of a belly. It gets you looks, it gets you seats, it gets you a break. Sometimes it can apparently get complete stranger's touching you. I have never had this happen to myself but I hear it is a common pregnancy complaint.
Now, I could tell you all about the little person inside my belly and how he is constantly on the go. But no, this post is inspired by another problem my belly poses. It refuses to remain covered. I am not sure if this is a problem others have had when pregnant but for me it is constant. I pull my maternity pants up and my shirt down and over time of be not paying attention I notice my belly is getting cold... and I go through the process again. The only way I can escape this is by wearing my Roxy shirts that hang down below by bottom. Thankfully those have not decided to ride up.
On this very serious vein, I have changed my mind about what we are naming our son. It occurred during watching Cranford last Friday night. The name is Septimus. Well, everyone decided why stop there? Why not call him the whole thing: Lord Septimus. Awesome? Yes, I think so. I mean, who would tease a little guy called Lord Septimus Eugene Klysko? For some reason Matt is balking at my idea...
Wednesday 30 November 2011
Tuesday 29 November 2011
More tests...
Today I went to my family doctor to discuss Hadassah's allergies. He actually hadn't received those from the pediatrician yet but he did have her Insulin-like Growth Factor results back. I have no idea what that is and even googling it has not made me understand more. But what I did get was my family doctor and Hadassah's pediatrician would be discussing tests to do on this.
As to the allergies he recommended we try putting the cats out and see how she does. If we notice a big change in her then they stay out. If when we reintroduce them and she doesn't show signs of discomfort than no worries. He also suggested checking out the more hypo-allergenic breeds. So my two kitties days are numbered in the house. I'm sure they will not be impressed but they better be glad. They could be going to the SPCA.
If everyone could pray for Hadassah to have a complete healing of everything that would be great. Also, please pray for the babies foot that if it is gimpy it will be healed as well. Thursday is the ultra-sound for that. And I get my RhoGAM® shot. Always fun to have a needle in the butt.
On the up side my mom is taking my sweet toddler for the day and night so Matt and I can go to Lodge night and enjoy half priced appies. Mmmmm... appies.
As to the allergies he recommended we try putting the cats out and see how she does. If we notice a big change in her then they stay out. If when we reintroduce them and she doesn't show signs of discomfort than no worries. He also suggested checking out the more hypo-allergenic breeds. So my two kitties days are numbered in the house. I'm sure they will not be impressed but they better be glad. They could be going to the SPCA.
If everyone could pray for Hadassah to have a complete healing of everything that would be great. Also, please pray for the babies foot that if it is gimpy it will be healed as well. Thursday is the ultra-sound for that. And I get my RhoGAM® shot. Always fun to have a needle in the butt.
On the up side my mom is taking my sweet toddler for the day and night so Matt and I can go to Lodge night and enjoy half priced appies. Mmmmm... appies.
Saturday 26 November 2011
Merry Christmas
Yes, my tree is up! And Hadassah woke up from her nap and had one word, wow. She loves it and has just finished feeding her play cupcake to the ornaments within reach. I guess they were looking hungry. Star isn't up yet as I thought safer for Matt to do it than me. I had visions of the belly causing me to lose balance and crashing into the tree.
This little post is being made from my phone because of something that happened yesterday morning. It involved cereal milk and my laptop. Don't worry, Panoramix (my MacBook) is going to live. I got the battery out before it fried and delivered it to my husband who was having a slow day at work. There are many benefits to being married to a computer tech. The big news in this is I didn't even cry. And if there was ever a time to cry over spilled milk this would have been it. While my computer thoroughly dries I decided to take the time to download the Blogger app. Which by the ways took under a minute to find and download... The things we procrastinate on.
Sleepover was great fun last night. Oil fondue was good (how can it ever be otherwise). Chocolate suited my cravings (I may have just eaten chocolate of a spoon). Cranford was delightful for the third time though I really need to see Return to Cranford.
Yay! Three days without whining!
This little post is being made from my phone because of something that happened yesterday morning. It involved cereal milk and my laptop. Don't worry, Panoramix (my MacBook) is going to live. I got the battery out before it fried and delivered it to my husband who was having a slow day at work. There are many benefits to being married to a computer tech. The big news in this is I didn't even cry. And if there was ever a time to cry over spilled milk this would have been it. While my computer thoroughly dries I decided to take the time to download the Blogger app. Which by the ways took under a minute to find and download... The things we procrastinate on.
Sleepover was great fun last night. Oil fondue was good (how can it ever be otherwise). Chocolate suited my cravings (I may have just eaten chocolate of a spoon). Cranford was delightful for the third time though I really need to see Return to Cranford.
Yay! Three days without whining!
Thursday 24 November 2011
A better day
I thought I better post an uplifting topic as I have been a little bit of a downer lately. Thank you everyone for your prayers. They have been felt. Today was a good day. Dassa ate better and was herself. She even had hummus for a snack. She threw a fit over supper but then did eat some of it. I also got a lot down. I made a stew for supper and did the laundry. I also did some organizing and house cleaning as well. And my daily walk to the barnyard to let my horses in to eat was down in much nicer weather. All in all, it was a nice break.
Tomorrow is a girl's night at my mom's which I am super excited about. Sometimes I feel like those sort of things are long ago in the past. But I brought it up to mom and she agreed we were due for one. We will be watching Cranford, having an oil and chocolate fondue and then a sleepover. Jealous? You should be!
And to show you what a good wife I am I even arranged fun for my husband. It all started when I accidentally texted a friend of his a message meant for Hubby. Not one of those messages. I realized right away that I had told my husband's friend that he had forgot his lunch. We got chatting and it came up that he should come over to hang out Friday night because the squirt and I would be gone and Matt would be all alone. It is nice, I don't even have to feel guilty for having fun and being social while my poor husband is at home, friendless.
So you see, nothing negative to report here. And I promise to try very hard to be more uplifting in the future!
Tomorrow is a girl's night at my mom's which I am super excited about. Sometimes I feel like those sort of things are long ago in the past. But I brought it up to mom and she agreed we were due for one. We will be watching Cranford, having an oil and chocolate fondue and then a sleepover. Jealous? You should be!
And to show you what a good wife I am I even arranged fun for my husband. It all started when I accidentally texted a friend of his a message meant for Hubby. Not one of those messages. I realized right away that I had told my husband's friend that he had forgot his lunch. We got chatting and it came up that he should come over to hang out Friday night because the squirt and I would be gone and Matt would be all alone. It is nice, I don't even have to feel guilty for having fun and being social while my poor husband is at home, friendless.
So you see, nothing negative to report here. And I promise to try very hard to be more uplifting in the future!
Wednesday 23 November 2011
Mommy is okay, dear.
Hadassah hates it when I cry. She comes over to me and gives me a hug and talks in her special trying to make me feel better voice. Today I cried, a lot. I cried when she was shaking from lack of food this morning but I could hardly get her to eat her porridge. I cried when I read the ingredients on food and soy was in everything dairy wasn't. I cried when all she wanted to do was lay on me and sleep even though she didn't get up until 9:30. I cried when I didn't want to do anything around the house but knew I should. I cried when the car wouldn't start so my evening hanging out with Matt and friends while Grandma Hedy babysat was ruined, and I couldn't get food she could eat.
I am exhausted. There is nothing more tiring than wallowing in self pity all day. That and trying to figure out how to get your toddler to eat. She did eat eventually and I must tell you her mood improved drastically. Lipton's chicken noodle soup does not contain anything she can't have (though I am not impressed with MSG I will ignore that ingredient for now). After only a few of the noodles she started chattering. She wanted down. She wanted to play. I gave up on a clean house and placed the bowl of tiny noodles on an end table and let her pick at them. Then she just stayed there eating them so I moved her to a high chair. She was buzzed. She told me a lot of stories. She told her Father when he got home a lot of stories. She wanted to play. My mood improved drastically!
Even though I was exhausted I took my husband's work car in to get groceries. I was pretty sure I was going to be spending a lot of money on foods she could eat but thankfully it was only just over $100. Now whether she will actually eat anything I bought is another question entirely. She did seem pretty excited about the Cheerios.
In other news I have decided to not worry about the pet allergies. Her nose isn't running, her eczema is only on her cheeks and the Aveeno seems to help. She isn't wheezing anymore. And I have a lot to work on in the food area. So, I allowed my cats to come back in and they were very grateful. Of course Dassa buried her faceing Cleo's soft belly. But she didn't get a rash or any other noticeable reaction. I controlled myself from stopping her.
The toddler bed transition has gone smooth. No getting out since the first time we put her in, even at naps.
I am exhausted. There is nothing more tiring than wallowing in self pity all day. That and trying to figure out how to get your toddler to eat. She did eat eventually and I must tell you her mood improved drastically. Lipton's chicken noodle soup does not contain anything she can't have (though I am not impressed with MSG I will ignore that ingredient for now). After only a few of the noodles she started chattering. She wanted down. She wanted to play. I gave up on a clean house and placed the bowl of tiny noodles on an end table and let her pick at them. Then she just stayed there eating them so I moved her to a high chair. She was buzzed. She told me a lot of stories. She told her Father when he got home a lot of stories. She wanted to play. My mood improved drastically!
Even though I was exhausted I took my husband's work car in to get groceries. I was pretty sure I was going to be spending a lot of money on foods she could eat but thankfully it was only just over $100. Now whether she will actually eat anything I bought is another question entirely. She did seem pretty excited about the Cheerios.
In other news I have decided to not worry about the pet allergies. Her nose isn't running, her eczema is only on her cheeks and the Aveeno seems to help. She isn't wheezing anymore. And I have a lot to work on in the food area. So, I allowed my cats to come back in and they were very grateful. Of course Dassa buried her faceing Cleo's soft belly. But she didn't get a rash or any other noticeable reaction. I controlled myself from stopping her.
The toddler bed transition has gone smooth. No getting out since the first time we put her in, even at naps.
Monday 21 November 2011
Another blow
Today I got a phone call from Hadassah's pediatrician. Her allergy tests are back and showed that she is highly allergic to cats, dogs, horses. You know, the three different animals we own. She also has a severe allergy to milk and soy, something I hought she was over. Her peanut allergy is slight but best avoided.
So for now, prayer is what we need. I feel a little discouraged.
So for now, prayer is what we need. I feel a little discouraged.
Sunday 20 November 2011
Big girl bed
Tonight is Hadassah's first night in a toddler bed. Today we picked her up the Disney Princess Canopy bed from walmart. She cried but that isn't uncommon for her. She often cries at bedtime. After getting out twice she has remained put for 45 minutes. Hopefully it goes smoothly tonight but I can tell you I am filled with all sorts of doubts. I hear her chatting away in her room (as she usually does) but I really want to go and peek in on her but I am controlling myself.
I find that these big steps in parenting for me are filled with so much doubt. Everyone has a different opinion on when a child is read for this or that. Of course many people admit each child is unique and you as the parent will "know". It is that knowing that I struggle with. Is Hadassah old enough for a toddler bed? Is Hadassah old enough to know she has to eat the food she doesn't like? Is she old enough not to know she shouldn't suck her thumb? Everyone will have a different opinion on it but you as a the parent make the decision for your child. It is the decision making that I struggle with. The guilt that I am asking too much or too little. The knowledge that as a parent I am going to make (and have made) mistakes troubles me.
But for now, Dassa is safe and sound in her bed (I hope) and I am ready for my own bed. The decision to put her in a toddler bed is made (and to avoid the change happening when Baby is ready for to graduate from the bassinet). Now let us see if I can actually get sleep tonight.
I find that these big steps in parenting for me are filled with so much doubt. Everyone has a different opinion on when a child is read for this or that. Of course many people admit each child is unique and you as the parent will "know". It is that knowing that I struggle with. Is Hadassah old enough for a toddler bed? Is Hadassah old enough to know she has to eat the food she doesn't like? Is she old enough not to know she shouldn't suck her thumb? Everyone will have a different opinion on it but you as a the parent make the decision for your child. It is the decision making that I struggle with. The guilt that I am asking too much or too little. The knowledge that as a parent I am going to make (and have made) mistakes troubles me.
But for now, Dassa is safe and sound in her bed (I hope) and I am ready for my own bed. The decision to put her in a toddler bed is made (and to avoid the change happening when Baby is ready for to graduate from the bassinet). Now let us see if I can actually get sleep tonight.
Wednesday 16 November 2011
80% chance
of a boy... honestly, I think that he (my gyno/ob) randomly picks a percentage. He said not to give away any girl clothes yet and he also told the ladies at the desk to make another appointment for me in 5 weeks. So, he can't be that sure. Which makes me unsure. For now we are saying baby is a boy, Eugene David Klysko.
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Hernias and Inhalers
Dassa and I both had to see our doctor today. Her for the wheezing and me for the suspicious lump at my belly button. She was prescribed Ventolin and it was confirmed that I do have an umbilical hernia. I like to think of us as being healthy but it appears that is being pushed lately. The hernia was just another blow even though I knew it was one somehow hearing it made it ten times worse. No lifting or straining. And it can't be fixed until after my c-section. Which means that I will be going back into surgery while I have a new born and a 2yr old.
The desire to just break down and cry is strong. I want to have faith and believe I will be healed but I just feel blah. It is another step towards our decision of only having two kids as well. I just am not a good pregnant lady.
I feel as though this roller coaster I am on just won't stop and there is no way to get off. Thankfully, I always feel later and just need to get myself a good night's rest.
The desire to just break down and cry is strong. I want to have faith and believe I will be healed but I just feel blah. It is another step towards our decision of only having two kids as well. I just am not a good pregnant lady.
I feel as though this roller coaster I am on just won't stop and there is no way to get off. Thankfully, I always feel later and just need to get myself a good night's rest.
Monday 14 November 2011
Arriving home.
Today I came home after being gone since yesterday morning. I came home to a house in better shape than I left it. The stuff piled in the entry was put away, the carpet's were vacuumed, and the laundry was finished and put away. Even the bed was made neatly. I know that I am blessed with the best husband ever but times like these really remind me how much that is true.
About five minutes later I was yelling at him in frustration (he wasn't actually here) because I could not get the lid off the mayo jar. Once again I am reminded of how much we (or at least I) love to dwell on the negative. My husband had did far beyond what was necessary and yet one tiny little thing caused me to forget it and want to through a jar at his head. Let's just say I felt very convicted and did not mention the mayo jar when he got home but rather told him how glad I was to have all the stuff out of the entry and a tidy house. I also baked him brownies...
Okay, okay, the brownies were backed yesterday with a young friend and they were more for our sweet tooth than kindness towards everyone else. But I shared the brownies and that is saying a lot because they are quite good (thank you, Erica).
Which leads me to another interesting observation, though perhaps far less deep, that I have had recently. Remember how I said I was doing better weight wise this time around even though I started the pregnancy heavier? Well, I have recently discovered I am having a craving. During my pregnancy with Dassa I lost my taste for chocolate and ice cream. Something I didn't really get back until now. Now I love chocolate and ice cream. Pictures of chocolate cake make me desperate to for a piece. So I have decided that chocolate and ice cream are not as fattening as chili dogs and gravy, my Hadassah cravings. Or perhaps I just eat less of the sweet stuff.
Still haven't had many guesses on the baby. Two days until we find out so get your guesses in!
About five minutes later I was yelling at him in frustration (he wasn't actually here) because I could not get the lid off the mayo jar. Once again I am reminded of how much we (or at least I) love to dwell on the negative. My husband had did far beyond what was necessary and yet one tiny little thing caused me to forget it and want to through a jar at his head. Let's just say I felt very convicted and did not mention the mayo jar when he got home but rather told him how glad I was to have all the stuff out of the entry and a tidy house. I also baked him brownies...
Okay, okay, the brownies were backed yesterday with a young friend and they were more for our sweet tooth than kindness towards everyone else. But I shared the brownies and that is saying a lot because they are quite good (thank you, Erica).
Which leads me to another interesting observation, though perhaps far less deep, that I have had recently. Remember how I said I was doing better weight wise this time around even though I started the pregnancy heavier? Well, I have recently discovered I am having a craving. During my pregnancy with Dassa I lost my taste for chocolate and ice cream. Something I didn't really get back until now. Now I love chocolate and ice cream. Pictures of chocolate cake make me desperate to for a piece. So I have decided that chocolate and ice cream are not as fattening as chili dogs and gravy, my Hadassah cravings. Or perhaps I just eat less of the sweet stuff.
Still haven't had many guesses on the baby. Two days until we find out so get your guesses in!
Saturday 12 November 2011
The Case of the Disappearing November
I was pretty sure November just started and yet on Monday my husband gets his mid month cheque. Not that I am complaining about payday. Actually, I'm not complaining at all it was just a huge surprise. The only anxiety I feel over this fleeting month is I really wanted to have my tree up early and now I wonder if that will happen. Honestly, I am sure someone who is 6mths pregnant will never complain about time going too fast.
February 10th is the latest they will let me go with this pregnancy. That means it is now under three months until baby is born. December is always such a swift month too that really the only month I have to survive is January. And then of course I have to survive having a newborn and a 2yr old.
But, time is going fast enough as it is. For now, I really know I need to focus on enjoying the now. Despite the aching and emotional roller coaster I am. Despite the nausea that persists. Despite a toddler who cannot seem to kick a cold. Despite an overworked under appreciated husband. Despite the financial losses. All these things that bombard the mind and cause such despair.
There are always so many things to be thankful for. We have a beautiful farm. We have no life threatening illnesses. We have vehicles that run. The weather has been mild saving us money on heating and power. I have a healthy child growing inside of me (a friend recently lost her baby at 21 weeks) and it breaks my heart for her. It makes me feel guilty for complaining about any discomforts I may have as my baby is well and thriving). The good definitely outweighs the bad and it is the good that I need to learn to focus on and thank God for!
February 10th is the latest they will let me go with this pregnancy. That means it is now under three months until baby is born. December is always such a swift month too that really the only month I have to survive is January. And then of course I have to survive having a newborn and a 2yr old.
But, time is going fast enough as it is. For now, I really know I need to focus on enjoying the now. Despite the aching and emotional roller coaster I am. Despite the nausea that persists. Despite a toddler who cannot seem to kick a cold. Despite an overworked under appreciated husband. Despite the financial losses. All these things that bombard the mind and cause such despair.
There are always so many things to be thankful for. We have a beautiful farm. We have no life threatening illnesses. We have vehicles that run. The weather has been mild saving us money on heating and power. I have a healthy child growing inside of me (a friend recently lost her baby at 21 weeks) and it breaks my heart for her. It makes me feel guilty for complaining about any discomforts I may have as my baby is well and thriving). The good definitely outweighs the bad and it is the good that I need to learn to focus on and thank God for!
Wednesday 9 November 2011
The volatile pregnant lady
If you haven't guessed already I am the volatile pregnant lady. For some reason this pregnancy I have been on a much larger emotional roller coaster. I seem to have less gumption to rein in the tears and I also like to pick fights with my husband. I know I am being unreasonable but I have the hardest time stopping myself! I have to say I have one well used pregnancy card. I can also say my husband is fully with me on the decision of having only two children. In fact, I think he would make the decision without me if I wanted more!
Yesterday was a good example of me being on the edge. We took our daughter to the nearby city to see her pediatrician. It is basically just for him to say she is little, smart and on her own growth curve. But this time he wanted to do some blood work for allergies now that she is a little older and just double check her growth hormone. Her appointment was at 1:30 and we hadn't really got done anything before but I was already exhausted. At the hospital I pulled the pregnancy card when the room was too small for both my husband and I to be in with her and I got to sit in the waiting room. It was a bad move as hearing her screams from another room made me one to run in there and rescue her. In the end they couldn't get enough blood for all the tests and I have to take her in again to give more blood.
For the rest of our city shopping trip we had a very upset little girl who insisted on being carried. I must say my husband and I were definitely very edgy as Dassa spent a lot of time screaming in stores when we were forced to sit her in the cart for a break or just to look at something. She is usually very good in public so we are not used to dealing with her like this in a store. In the end I just wanted to cry. I didn't want to go into another store or even have something different to eat. We went to Mcdonalds and then headed home. I almost didn't want to make our last stop. Which was to pick up our two new cats.
Yes, that is right, we now have five cats. But I am married so cannot be a crazy cat lady!
But in all this I did have a highlight of the day. When we were in the mall and I was feeling like I couldn't take another step I heard someone say, "What a beautiful pregnant woman." Not really thinking it was being said to me but being a pregnant woman I looked towards the voice to meet the eyes of a middle aged woman. She smiled at me and the said "You are a lovely pregnant person".
I smiled, thanked her and felt much better. I am used to people commenting on my daughter. But her words, words for me only, made me feel special. Something that as a mother and pregnant person I really needed. I thank God for sending her across my path and pray he blesses her for her kindness.
So you see, the smallest thing can brighten someone's day. It is a reminder to me that complimenting people should come as easy and natural to us as censoring or criticizing them.
Yesterday was a good example of me being on the edge. We took our daughter to the nearby city to see her pediatrician. It is basically just for him to say she is little, smart and on her own growth curve. But this time he wanted to do some blood work for allergies now that she is a little older and just double check her growth hormone. Her appointment was at 1:30 and we hadn't really got done anything before but I was already exhausted. At the hospital I pulled the pregnancy card when the room was too small for both my husband and I to be in with her and I got to sit in the waiting room. It was a bad move as hearing her screams from another room made me one to run in there and rescue her. In the end they couldn't get enough blood for all the tests and I have to take her in again to give more blood.
For the rest of our city shopping trip we had a very upset little girl who insisted on being carried. I must say my husband and I were definitely very edgy as Dassa spent a lot of time screaming in stores when we were forced to sit her in the cart for a break or just to look at something. She is usually very good in public so we are not used to dealing with her like this in a store. In the end I just wanted to cry. I didn't want to go into another store or even have something different to eat. We went to Mcdonalds and then headed home. I almost didn't want to make our last stop. Which was to pick up our two new cats.
Yes, that is right, we now have five cats. But I am married so cannot be a crazy cat lady!
But in all this I did have a highlight of the day. When we were in the mall and I was feeling like I couldn't take another step I heard someone say, "What a beautiful pregnant woman." Not really thinking it was being said to me but being a pregnant woman I looked towards the voice to meet the eyes of a middle aged woman. She smiled at me and the said "You are a lovely pregnant person".
I smiled, thanked her and felt much better. I am used to people commenting on my daughter. But her words, words for me only, made me feel special. Something that as a mother and pregnant person I really needed. I thank God for sending her across my path and pray he blesses her for her kindness.
So you see, the smallest thing can brighten someone's day. It is a reminder to me that complimenting people should come as easy and natural to us as censoring or criticizing them.
Sunday 6 November 2011
Another sad day.
Though this time my own life was not affected. Hickstead, gold winning horse for Canada at the 2008 Olympics, died after jumping in Italy. On his way out he collapsed in what appeared to be a heart attack. I love watching this little horse jump and have seen him in real life jumping. I imagine his rider, Eric Lamaze, is quite stricken. Their partnership is not something that happens every day and Hickstead in 2009 took Lamaze to the #1 spot in the world. It is a huge loss for Canada because Hickstead is part of the team that given Canada the edge in international show jumping. We will see how they hold up next year at the 2012 Olympics.
On a happier note our furnace is running thanks to my wonderful father. We have not had to hand over anymore large amounts of cash. The propane bill was also less then quoted which is always nice. Dassa is still not feeling well but much improved. And in a week and a half I have another ultrasound as I am having a scheduled c-section and they like to make sure they have the right dates scheduled. The bonus is it means Matt and I get to learn a little more about the little person inside of me. My guess is a girl. My mom thinks boy. Matt is without opinion. What is your guess?
The link to my album has been fixed. Apparently, google defaults albums to be private. Everyone should be able to see the pictures now.
On a happier note our furnace is running thanks to my wonderful father. We have not had to hand over anymore large amounts of cash. The propane bill was also less then quoted which is always nice. Dassa is still not feeling well but much improved. And in a week and a half I have another ultrasound as I am having a scheduled c-section and they like to make sure they have the right dates scheduled. The bonus is it means Matt and I get to learn a little more about the little person inside of me. My guess is a girl. My mom thinks boy. Matt is without opinion. What is your guess?
The link to my album has been fixed. Apparently, google defaults albums to be private. Everyone should be able to see the pictures now.
Friday 4 November 2011
And it goes on...
Today I work up to my husband standing above me, holding our little girl in his arms, and informing me the furnace stopped working in her half of the trailer. Let me explain. Our trailer has two propane furnaces in it. One is in the addition which is our room and one is in the original trailer where Hadassah's room is. So, our side of the trailer was nice and toasty while my daughter's side was dropping quickly in -20C weather. (This also happened over night). Thankfully the furnace had not been off long and my daughter was dressed in her fleecy sleeper so she wasn't too cold. But it was not a pleasant start to our morning as my husband could not get it going again.
Both of us worked today and had to get our the door so there was no time to fiddle with the wood stove. I loaded up Logan, his crate, and Dassa into my car and headed over to chase my horses out of the feed. They eat over night from the hay and then get to go eat grass during the day. I decided to check on "cat" who was yowling. I'm not sure if I have mentioned "cat" before but she is a little hairy thing that was homeless and is living in our tack shed. I fed her and decided to get her some water even though she can leave the tack shed and drink from the stock water herself... or she could if it hadn't been frozen solid. Yep, my two stock waters were nothing more than a block ice. But it turned out the breakers for them were just turned off and once they were on they thawed out with now temperament damage. Our furnace isn't so fortunate. Neither is our new to us quad that stopped running...
So my lesson of today is "just keep swimming". And I pray that tomorrow I wake up and nothing else bad has happened.
Both of us worked today and had to get our the door so there was no time to fiddle with the wood stove. I loaded up Logan, his crate, and Dassa into my car and headed over to chase my horses out of the feed. They eat over night from the hay and then get to go eat grass during the day. I decided to check on "cat" who was yowling. I'm not sure if I have mentioned "cat" before but she is a little hairy thing that was homeless and is living in our tack shed. I fed her and decided to get her some water even though she can leave the tack shed and drink from the stock water herself... or she could if it hadn't been frozen solid. Yep, my two stock waters were nothing more than a block ice. But it turned out the breakers for them were just turned off and once they were on they thawed out with now temperament damage. Our furnace isn't so fortunate. Neither is our new to us quad that stopped running...
So my lesson of today is "just keep swimming". And I pray that tomorrow I wake up and nothing else bad has happened.
Thursday 3 November 2011
Well it did snow...
This morning my husband informed me there was a skiff of snow on the ground. He has been very much wanting to use our new quad and blade and push some snow and I think he was excited that it just maybe the start of winter. After all it is afternoon and the skiff of snow is still here. The snow made me smile. The $1000 vet bill did not.
As a pet owner you always have to think about how much you'll spend on your pet before you say enough is enough. It is never that easy though. You see, Logan was in terrible distress and so I took him in yesterday to be checked out. By the time it showed his stomach had a mass in it form the x-rays I had already spent $400 on tests. add that on top of the $400 we paid for him and you got yourself an $800 dog. So not only have you had this puppy for couple months and put time, love and training into it (not to mention my daughter adores him) but you are looking at loosing $800 more. But his surgery could have been very expensive. Thankfully it wasn't so bad and it turned out the mass was only blood. He had already puked up whatever it was he ate. So, the surgery would have been pointless except I was able to get him neutered at the same time. A silver lining I guess. Still, now if anything happens to him further we will be thinking "that is a $1,200 dog." I just pray he stays out of trouble.
Have I ever mentioned how much I like cats?
As a pet owner you always have to think about how much you'll spend on your pet before you say enough is enough. It is never that easy though. You see, Logan was in terrible distress and so I took him in yesterday to be checked out. By the time it showed his stomach had a mass in it form the x-rays I had already spent $400 on tests. add that on top of the $400 we paid for him and you got yourself an $800 dog. So not only have you had this puppy for couple months and put time, love and training into it (not to mention my daughter adores him) but you are looking at loosing $800 more. But his surgery could have been very expensive. Thankfully it wasn't so bad and it turned out the mass was only blood. He had already puked up whatever it was he ate. So, the surgery would have been pointless except I was able to get him neutered at the same time. A silver lining I guess. Still, now if anything happens to him further we will be thinking "that is a $1,200 dog." I just pray he stays out of trouble.
Have I ever mentioned how much I like cats?
Wednesday 2 November 2011
When it rains it snows
or something like that. Not that I would mind snow. In fact, I like snow. During the winter that is. Snow in June can stay away.
Today I have accomplished very little. I did upload photos from our Niagara Falls trip if anyone is interested in taking a boo. My daughter is still not feeling well or at least that is what I hope it is as she is miserable. I am also miserable and have deiced that she must eat something healthy and so she ate two bites of ribs for lunch and that was it. No potatoes and no carrots.
It is very hard for me to not feed her. Specially since she is on a schedule. She has to gain two pounds by the time the baby comes so that she can ride forward facing as her car seat and the infant car seat do not fit well both rear facing. This may not seem like a lot. Surely she should be 20lbs by the time she is 2 but she was 18lbs a month ago so I do have grounds for concern. I suppose I could allow her to have her choice of diet. Pop, chocolate, Pizza, cheese, and all that other fattening stuff. But I do really and truly want her to have a semi-healthy diet.
On top of this annoyance of dealing with an underweight picky eater I have a sick puppy on my hands. Tomorrow he goes to the vet but in the meantime I have to deal with doggie vomit. Yuck, I have a weak stomach and this is not enjoyable.
At least tonight is my night out to watch a movie at a friends place. My husband can deal with the volatile child and sick dog and I can have a few hours respite. And at least he will be spared dealing with the volatile, pregnant wife.
Today I have accomplished very little. I did upload photos from our Niagara Falls trip if anyone is interested in taking a boo. My daughter is still not feeling well or at least that is what I hope it is as she is miserable. I am also miserable and have deiced that she must eat something healthy and so she ate two bites of ribs for lunch and that was it. No potatoes and no carrots.
It is very hard for me to not feed her. Specially since she is on a schedule. She has to gain two pounds by the time the baby comes so that she can ride forward facing as her car seat and the infant car seat do not fit well both rear facing. This may not seem like a lot. Surely she should be 20lbs by the time she is 2 but she was 18lbs a month ago so I do have grounds for concern. I suppose I could allow her to have her choice of diet. Pop, chocolate, Pizza, cheese, and all that other fattening stuff. But I do really and truly want her to have a semi-healthy diet.
On top of this annoyance of dealing with an underweight picky eater I have a sick puppy on my hands. Tomorrow he goes to the vet but in the meantime I have to deal with doggie vomit. Yuck, I have a weak stomach and this is not enjoyable.
At least tonight is my night out to watch a movie at a friends place. My husband can deal with the volatile child and sick dog and I can have a few hours respite. And at least he will be spared dealing with the volatile, pregnant wife.
Tuesday 1 November 2011
Revenge of the Epilator
so, second post, I know but I wanted to give an update on epilating. I didn't epilate last week because there was just no growth there (so one point in favour of epilation) and there was still very little today but I went ahead and did it. was fairly swift and only a few slightly tender spots where I am still healing from rashes. I was impressed that for me I did see diminished hair growth and experienced less pain so swiftly. As far as itching goes I don't know yet if it is an improvement. I will need more time so that my legs can heal (so I am really resisting the urge to itch... which probably helps more than the epilating) I also think I should try so exfoliating cream...
The negative part? I razor burnt my one armpit epilating. Now I have done that shaving before so this is no final word on whether or not I will epilate my armpits again. I think they will show if it does hurt less over time because let me tell you. Armpits hurt a lot more than legs! I also did this in front of my husband so that he could understand the pain us women go through... and I offered to let him try the epilator out but he passed. Wuss.
The negative part? I razor burnt my one armpit epilating. Now I have done that shaving before so this is no final word on whether or not I will epilate my armpits again. I think they will show if it does hurt less over time because let me tell you. Armpits hurt a lot more than legs! I also did this in front of my husband so that he could understand the pain us women go through... and I offered to let him try the epilator out but he passed. Wuss.
Yuck!
Sick again. This time with a cold. Nose is plugged, throat a little sore and of course Dassa was off as well. She is truly a little monster when ill. Thankfully today she is feeling better and we can start dealing with the little monster side of her.
Anyways, there isn't much to write because of this, Life is marching on and Christmas is coming quickly.
Christmas... definitely a thought that lifts my mood! I love Christmas. And this year will be Hadassah's second Christmas. I've even had dreams about Christmas gifts we get her (some are pretty crazy... ah, pregnancy dreams)
But, talk of Christmas reminds me that I must get my butt off this couch and get back to the moving in (yes it has been two months and no, I am not even close to finished unpacking.) Everything must be put away so I can crack out the decorations. That is my inspiration to get things done! So despite the lack of oxygen I am suffering from... here I go!
Anyways, there isn't much to write because of this, Life is marching on and Christmas is coming quickly.
Christmas... definitely a thought that lifts my mood! I love Christmas. And this year will be Hadassah's second Christmas. I've even had dreams about Christmas gifts we get her (some are pretty crazy... ah, pregnancy dreams)
But, talk of Christmas reminds me that I must get my butt off this couch and get back to the moving in (yes it has been two months and no, I am not even close to finished unpacking.) Everything must be put away so I can crack out the decorations. That is my inspiration to get things done! So despite the lack of oxygen I am suffering from... here I go!
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