- Every time I leave the house I walk into a spiderweb
- As I tip-toe out of Simon's room after coaxing him to sleep, my growling stomach or cracking bones always give me away
- Every time I get to (insert location here), I immediately have to make a frantic dash for the loo
- It is impossible to sing "You Are My Sunshine" without tearing up. WTF is up with that?
- I have to come up with some new material to speak on behalf of Simon to people who want to have a conversation with him. "Are you flirting?" is getting old.
- I may appear crazy to other drivers who are unaware that I am toting a baby. Constant talking and hand gestures gets you some looks, as it turns out.
- I know every single person in every single store in every single mall.
- I subconsciously buy things just to return them. That way, I know I will have something to do tomorrow!
- I look like hell for the better part of the day, and then pull it together about 30 minutes before my husband walks in the door
- I am single-handedly keeping Tim Hortons in business.
- Going for walks around the block is harder than it looks. It is the most boring activity in life and I'm basically never doing it again.
- I am forever at grocery stores but never have food in the fridge
- I may never lose these extra 10 pounds. And by 10, I mean 30
- You find out pretty quick who your real friends are
- You find out even faster how valuable family is
- I have done a lot of growing up these past 9 months, and I'm pretty proud of myself for hanging in there. Even if it was by a thread.
Tuesday, 26 June 2012
It Seems That...
Wednesday, 13 June 2012
:: Fish Tales ::
He watched those tiny little waves come in, listened to the noisy boats and got quite a kick out of the wind.
As tired as I get trying to think of creative ways to entertain a 9 month old, sometimes it's the simple things that work best. After throwing him in the car for yet another I-don't-know-where-I'm-driving-I'm-just-driving episode, I called my parents, and they said they were at the river trying their luck with the fish. Perfect - I crashed that party. As soon as we arrived at the water, Simon's mood changed.
It wasn't long before dad put him to work, figuring he may have beginners luck.
So, all those times your mother said, "go outside and get some fresh air," ... it really does do wonders for kids. (And mums). Who knew?
Amy
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Criticism - There Are No Two Ways Around It.
You will quickly learn, that while pregnant, people will not hesitate to ask you about your boobs or vagina. People will ask you the same questions over and over. Do you have any names picked out? Do you have any cravings? Do you want a boy or a girl? Do you think you're having a boy or a girl? You will have to think of creative ways to answer these questions, and you will also have to pretend that it's the first time you've heard them. Cravings? Oh, hmm... well, I don't know... I guess, lately, I've kind of been craving ....." You can make up anything. People will be pleased with any answer.
People will insist that they can read your body and tell you what you are having. If you get to it first and tell them you are having a boy, for example, they will nod accordingly and insist, "I know. I could tell. You're carrying low."
After you have your baby, everyone's favourite topic is breastfeeding. It is anyone and everyone business what you are doing with your boobs. People are very passionate about it. Are you doing it? Are you not doing it? You will then have to hear their breastfeeding stories.
Another favourite is talking to you via the baby. "Did mummy change your bum this morning?" "Did mummy feed you your dinner yet?" "Did you give mummy a hard time today?"
You have a name, I'm assuming? There is no longer a need for it. You will now only be referred to as "mummy" or some variation of that.
People will also ask you questions about your baby and then supply you with their own answer.
Is that a birthmark? Oh, you must have had too many onions/milk/nightmares when you were pregnant.
Is it just me or is his head a little flat? You should try sleeping him on his tummy.
He's not sleeping!? Still??! Maybe his room is too dark. Maybe his room is too light. Maybe he doesn't like his room. Maybe it's too quiet. Maybe it's too noisy.
Does he poop every day? You're probably not feeding him enough.
Does he poop every day? You're probably feeding him too much.
He's crying. Maybe his hungry? Maybe he's tired? Maybe he's wet? Maybe he's scared? Maybe he's cold? Maybe he's hot? Maybe he's got gas?
People will insist that they can read your body and tell you what you are having. If you get to it first and tell them you are having a boy, for example, they will nod accordingly and insist, "I know. I could tell. You're carrying low."
After you have your baby, everyone's favourite topic is breastfeeding. It is anyone and everyone business what you are doing with your boobs. People are very passionate about it. Are you doing it? Are you not doing it? You will then have to hear their breastfeeding stories.
Another favourite is talking to you via the baby. "Did mummy change your bum this morning?" "Did mummy feed you your dinner yet?" "Did you give mummy a hard time today?"
You have a name, I'm assuming? There is no longer a need for it. You will now only be referred to as "mummy" or some variation of that.
People will also ask you questions about your baby and then supply you with their own answer.
Is that a birthmark? Oh, you must have had too many onions/milk/nightmares when you were pregnant.
Is it just me or is his head a little flat? You should try sleeping him on his tummy.
He's not sleeping!? Still??! Maybe his room is too dark. Maybe his room is too light. Maybe he doesn't like his room. Maybe it's too quiet. Maybe it's too noisy.
Does he poop every day? You're probably not feeding him enough.
Does he poop every day? You're probably feeding him too much.
He's crying. Maybe his hungry? Maybe he's tired? Maybe he's wet? Maybe he's scared? Maybe he's cold? Maybe he's hot? Maybe he's got gas?
Maybe he's just crying because he's a baby.
When someone asks you how old your baby is, they will immediately begin reciting their kids' accomplishments. "He's how old? Oh... mine was crawling by that age, walking by that age, toilet trained by that age. Reciting the alphabet by that age. How many teeth does he have? 3? Mine had 4 by that age." I don't understand the competition. All kids eventually learn how to walk, use the toilet and recite the alphabet. And there are very few children in grade 6 still wearing diapers. I do not have a medical background, but I can assure you that the growth speed of baby teeth has nothing to do with intellect. What's the rush?
I used to think that mums who went on and on about how wonderful everything is were full of it, "Oh, little Johnny slept through the night from the moment we brought him home from the hospital, he latched onto my breast the first time and I swear, he never cries. I just don't know how I made it through life this far without him...." (barf), but I've come to realize that these mums are actually the smart ones. Make up a bunch of crap and pretend that everything is eezy-peezy so that you don't have to put up with everyone's comments. Not a bad idea.
The thing is, unfortunately, you are not
the first person to have a baby. So everyone who has had a baby before
you, is an expert. Everything that you are dealing with, they already
have. I'm sure the comments/advice/lectures stem from love and care,
but it can be annoying and it can be upsetting. So, bite your tongue,
and do what YOU think is best for YOUR baby. You're the boss, applesauce.
Amy
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Tuesday, 5 June 2012
:: From sunset to sunrise ::
I had the good fortune of spending an evening with one of my favourite friends, catching up and watching the sunset.
Later that night, at home, the little Mister had no interest in sleeping, so after trying everything logical, humane and legal, I put him in the car and we cruised around deserted suburbia. He fell asleep just as the sun was rising.
Was it my favourite thing to be doing at 4:30am? No. But something about having the roads to yourself, a heavily breathing baby in the back, and the sky changing colours made it okay.
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