tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67354185711140542232012-01-28T11:41:51.740-05:00I used to rule the boardroom. Now I'm ruling Romper Room.Heather (Laptops to Lullabies)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362354941181503782noreply@blogger.comBlogger10061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6735418571114054223.post-41421899063765032032012-01-27T06:00:00.000-05:002012-01-27T06:00:08.014-05:00

From comparing my week-by-week updates from this pregnancy and my last pregnancy, I've definitely noticed that I'm experiencing all the same symptoms -- and at the exact same times. I had heard that boy-pregnancies and girl-pregnancies were supposedly really different, but I haven't found that they're too different. The only real differences have been in my morning sickness, my chunkiness,

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Week 25  (Jan. 14 through Jan. 20)  Symptoms: Difficulty sleeping! I made it this far without really having an issue sleeping, and now I fear it's here to stay. My legs and back ache really badly, and I'm always tossing and turning. Oh, and heartburn so bad I think the acid is going to burn through the skin of my throat. Awesome. Body changes: I am maintaining my position that I am SMALLER

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Week 24  (Jan. 7 through Jan. 13)  Symptoms: Combatting the worst pregnancy symptom ever with bran muffins and lots of water. Pregnancy is so glamorous, isn't it? Shortness of breath is hot, too. And tiredness. And snoring. Body changes: Darling Husband told me I look BIGGER this pregnancy than I did in my last. Um, WHAT? No, I am smaller. I think. Well, I thought. Until he said that.

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Yesterday, I did not go absolutely bonkers with nesting craziness -- yes, even worse than a few weeks ago. I certainly didn't shut myself in the nursery and manically paint the chair-rail -- a delicious shade of pink called Candy Stripe -- with two coats in quick succession. Who has time for paint to dry? NOT ME OMG MUST FINISH! I did not let the fact that we were out of painter's tape deter me

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I mentioned in my last weekly re-cap that I've been having some rough times with the toddler. And, wow, yeah, I have. It sucks. I don't know if it's an early onset of the Terrible Twos, or if he's cranky because he's not feeling well, or if I'm just overreacting, but I feel like it's so hard to control him in public lately. And I don't know how to handle the situation when he does act up -- if

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So the new baby will be a Taurus -- a lovely, um, bull. I did a little research, and it turns out that if astrology plays a part, the new baby is only highly-compatible with Darling Husband (a Scorpio). Me (Leo) and the Toddler (Gemini)? "Low compatibilty." On the plus side, the toddler and I have "high compatibility" with each other. And that really seems true. We are super-close and

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*All photos from my Pinterest account. Follow me @hfxheather*

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Week 23  (Dec. 31 through Jan. 6)  Symptoms: Still dealing with what is potentially the worst pregnancy symptom ever. Trying to remember to drink more water and eat more fibre, but ... pregnancy brain! It's a losing battle! Oh, and heartburn. I'm taking a pill once a day now. Body changes: Big ol' stomach. I've started sort of grunting when I heave myself up sometimes. Super attractive,

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I would never plan to write a "Not Me Monday" post about all of the crazy-stupid things I have done and said in the last week, only to draw a total blank and not remember a single one ... .... Um ... Crap! This is Pregnancy Brain in ACTION, people. Right here. Also: sorry for the non-post.

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Leading up to our 3D ultrasound, I was convinced we were having a boy. I went overboard convincing myself, actually. I didn't want to go through what I went through last time, when I was really, really expecting a girl and then shocked with the news of a boy. So shocked that I cried a few times that day, before I came to embrace it. So shocked that I still feel guilty about my terrified

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Week 22  (Dec. 24 through Dec. 30)  Symptoms: Oh hello, old friend enemy -- and the WORST pregnancy symptom EVER. Hiiiii, over-sharing. Body changes: Darling Husband commented a few times that I'm "all belly," but I think he was just being nice. I was most definitely not "all belly" last time, and I'll never be a basketball girl. But this past week, I have felt kind of basketball-ish.

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During the week between Christmas and New Year's, I did not take advantage of my lighter workload go absolutely nuts with organizing everything I could get my not-yet-swollen hands on I did not buy a bunch of white basic bins at the Dollar Store and proceed to organize the contents of our fridge and freezer by category I certainly didn't go through my kitchen cupboards and reorganize them to be

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Week 21  (Dec. 17 through Dec. 23)  Symptoms: Heartburn's a bitch. Body changes: Is it possible I am smaller than I was at this point in my last pregnancy? I think I might be. I seemed to start off fast and furious with a bumptastic bump, but it seemed to really slow down. I don't seem to be as ginormous as last time ... I think? Belly button: It's reached that stretched-out stage. Still

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... baby tights! ... I swear, it seems every SINGLE day since Saturday I have thought of 5,447 more reasons I am excited about having a girl. TIGHTS! TIGHHHHHHTS! Tights with SHOES printed on them!

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Week 20  (Dec. 10 through Dec. 16)  Symptoms: More round ligament pain (a.k.a. stomach tightening/stretching feelings). Dizziness. Headaches. And OH YEAH, HEARTBURN! Body changes: I keep trying to compare my bump to my previous pregnancy's bump, but I think it's pretty similar. Bumpish and all. Baby movement: Starting to feel more like kicks. Tiny little kicks. Cravings: Still plain chips

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... GIRL!!!

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Today's the day of our gender-reveal ultrasound! Squeeeeeeeeee! I'll be posting the results here later on, as soon as I've notified all of the real-life peeps (grandparents, friends, Facebookers, etc.) OMG I am dying of suspense! I bet you are, too, right?

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My hospital ultrasound is this morning. Fellow Canadians know what I mean by that. By "hospital ultrasound" I mean "the actual medical ultrasound where they won't tell you ANYTHING (like the sex of your baby) and will get PISSY if you dare ask them because DIDN'T YOU READ all those SIGNS in the waiting room that tell you NOT TO ASK?" Our healthcare may be free, yo, but it's not an all-access

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Heartburn. It's here for realz. Ow. I started sleeping with my nursing pillow between my legs again, and have that familar awkward-rolling-over routine going on again. Ahh, memories. I find myself touching my stomach more, without realizing it A big jutting-out stomach. Now 70% juttier! I zipped up a super-tight non-maternity stretchy hoodie thing and then got stuck inside it. I had to wrench

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I promised myself I wouldn't dig through the (THOUSANDS OF) crates of baby clothes stored in the empty nursery. I promised! I had decided, all rational-like, that there was no point until we knew the sex. So I was going to wait, and then dig through them AFTER Saturday. Well, I held out until last night (Tuesday). I'm not even sure why I did it. I was just overcome with a compulsion to

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You have an insatiable desire to clean, organize, decorate and nest BUT lack the energy in which to do it all yourself ... ... and the ability to lift and move heavy stuff ... and the abilty to paint because of fumes and crap ... and the rational ability to STOP when you are tired because IT MUST BE DONE OMG Your husband* gets super-annoyed at your sobbing about the MESS everywhere, how much

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Week 19  (Dec. 3 through Dec. 9)  Symptoms: Round ligament pain (a.k.a. stomach tightening/stretching feelings). Dizziness. Tirrrrredness. Where is that second-trimester energy I was promised? WHERE? Body changes: Stomach seems to have jutted out a lot this week. I've really moved from that "people-are-going-to-think-I'm-just-fat-and-sticky-outy" to "definitely definitely pregnant." Baby

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My little boy has 12 teeth. I think the last time I blogged about his teeth, he had, like, four. Everything is moving too quickly, and I'm constantly feeling like he is growing up WAY too fast -- and I'm doing a crap job of documenting it. I try to soak up every minute and remember it, but I'm worried I'm not remembering it clearly enough. That I'm too busy to even blog about what he's doing,

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Just like last time around, I am going absolutely positively NUTS waiting to find out the sex of this baby. I have a lot of respect for parents who don't find out what they're having. I'm pretty sure waiting 40 weeks would kill me. It almost killed me last time to wait 22 weeks, and this time I only have to wait 20 because I begged the 3D ultrasound clinic to take me on the earliest possible

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Week 18  (Nov. 26 to Dec. 2)  Symptoms: Shortness of breath/tight throat sort of feelings. Body changes: People keep telling me I "really" look pregnant. I feel like I have for, like, 14 weeks, so ... yeah. Looking really pregnant. Baby movement: Definitely feel "movement" feelings, but have yet to feel any "kicky-point" feelings. Cravings: Spinach artichoke cheese dip from M&M Meat

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Week 17  (Nov. 19 to Nov. 25)  Symptoms: Headaches! Ow! Hate! Body changes: Probably frown lines as a result of the HEADACHES. Baby movement: Still feeling movements, but they just aren't as forceful as I remember from last time, so they seem ... puny. Cravings: Nah. Aversions: No, but the compost-y bin we started using is really grossing me out. It kind of makes me want to never compost

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Words the toddler can SAY (at just shy of 18 months): Dadada Mumma (rarely) Go Whassat? ("What's that?") Uh-oh Good Number of words he is supposed to be saying: 20!!! But! Here are the words the toddler can SIGN: More All done Please Thank you Food Milk Water Cheese Banana (forgot it until he signed it this morning)* Cereal Ice Cream Cookie Cracker Chicken* Change (diaper) Potty (how I did

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Week 16  (Nov. 12 to Nov. 18)  Symptoms: Heartburn, but not enough that I actually remember to take the pill most of the time. But it's coming. I'm certain more is coming. Body changes: I do appreciate that my boobs are bigger. Thanks, God. Love, Margaret. Baby movement: Still pretty faint most of the time, which -- of course -- makes me paranoid. Cravings: Cake. I made an incredible 

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Week 15  (Nov. 5 to Nov. 11)  Symptoms: Tired, sometimes dizzy, ummm ... I'm a bad person for not writing these in a more timely fashion, because that's all I can remember about Week 15. Oh right! Heartburn. Body changes: Getting used to it, so it doesn't really seem like CHANGES anymore. Probably getting bigger every day, but so slowly that I have stopped noticing. Baby movement: I press

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Week 14  (Oct. 29 to Nov. 4)  Symptoms: Tiredness. Unpacking-related fatigue, really. And dizziness. Body changes: Let's just not talk about that. OK? I am at that depressing point where I want to lie to people about how far along I am, because OMG really, who looks like this at 14 weeks? Baby movement: I think I am eating less sugar this time around. That, or I am too busy to really

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Had a great afternoon crafting with L, A and K. It was the first time I've sat down and actually made something -- other than some art for the toddler's new room, which I'll show you soon -- in, like, forever. And it was nice X 100,000. I was so inspired that I stopped at Michaels on the way home, picked up $18 of supplies, and put together a holiday wreath for our front door once the toddler

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No post today, bloggy-friends, as I'm busy showering my sweet man with birthday love. And cinnamon toast. And uninterupted TV time while I serve beer and snacks in a short skirt, or something. There's never been a guy who deserved it more. XOXO

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Week 13  (Oct. 22 to Oct. 28)  Symptoms: Crippling exhaustion. But that is probably because I am a ONE-WOMAN MOVING MACHINE OMG. Boxes. Unpacking. Ow. And headaches. Body changes: I think I'm officially done playing "Pregnant or just fat?" The answer is (luckily) always "pregnant." And that is definitely the preferred answer. Baby movement: Still only really noticing it at night, when I'm

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Week 12  (Oct. 15 to Oct. 21)  Symptoms: Boobs are definitely bigger -- not awesome-big, but better than those sad-looking, flat, post-breastfeeding disasters. Body changes: I keep reading stuff in pregnancy guides about how "your regular jeans might be getting snug." Bite me, pregnancy guides! Now where are those stretchy-paneled jeans? ... Baby movement: Started! Yay! It's very, very

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Left to right, clockwise: peanut butter on bread cut into autumn leaves, cold chicken, raspberries and blackberries, blueberry yogurt, cheese strips, Rice Krispie treat slivers. Thanks to Michelle -- the original Muffin Tin Mom -- for inspiring me. I want to do this every week! So fun!

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While suffering at home alone with Toddler of Terror yesterday, I cheerfully "bucked up" and cooked a three-couse meal that included a salad course. I would never hand my toddler a cup of juice and the bag of Teddy Grahams and collapse back onto the couch. When the four-course meal Teddy Grahams got crushed into the couch cushions and sprinkled across the hardwood floors, and failed to satisfy

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When you are preparing to purchase a house, and you are carefully figuring out how much to save for closing costs, legal fees, deed transfer tax, etc., there is another BIG thing you have to remember: Budget for the ninety-million shopping trips you will take to Wal-Mart in first month after you take possession. Because TRUST ME -- even if you have owned a home before, you will find there are

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The toddler started saying "Dada" months and months ago. Don't ask me how long exactly, as the scrapbooks are still packed. He only started consistently saying "Mama" about a month ago -- at 16 months. And GET THIS: he ONLY says it when he's pissed off and/or super cranky. Never a happy little "Mama!" to accompany his happy little "Dada"s. Nope, only ... "MaaaaMAAAAAAA!" "MaaaMaaaMaaaaaaah!"

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Hello lovelies! Sorry for being MIA. I hope you enjoyed the string of previously-written-but-couldn't-post early-pregnancy posts. They ran out last week, and Blogger is a bad bloggy babysitter who apparently DOESN'T reach out of the interwebs and kick my butt to remind me to post. Who knew? But this is me, live-posting. Live! I haven't touched a computer -- except to work, so ... yeah, I have

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Just found a grocery trip from when I was not quite six weeks pregnant. I vaguely remember insisting I tag along -- Darling Husband always does our grocery shopping, for good reason -- and throwing lots of stuff into the cart. Lots. Of. Stuff. The receipt includes the following healthy items ... Skim milk Whole milk Orange juice Yogurt Cheese Bananas Tomatoes Canned soup ... as well as the

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Week 11  (Oct. 8 to Oct. 14)  Symptoms: This. But the nausea is gone! Body changes: Coming to terms with the fact that I'm practically a continent. HOPING and PRAYING that although I looked pregnant almost immediately, I will end up gaining the same (or less) as I did the first time. Chasing the toddler must burn a zillion calories, surely. Right? Cravings: Chicken McNuggets. Cheerios

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Week 10  (Oct. 1 to Oct. 7)  Symptoms: Oh yeah -- that again. Joy. Nausea is easing up, though! I am actually starting to resume somewhat normal eating habits. Body changes: Hi, I'm ginormous. Cravings: Oreos and milk. Pancakes. Aversions: I can eat chicken again! Woohoo! High point: A successful house inspection, and finally (FINALLY) getting the word that the house deal is official.

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Week 9  (Sept. 24 to Sept. 30)  Symptoms: Nauseous. Cold. Headache-y. Loads of fun, generally. Body changes: I will be glad when I'm in the second trimester and it won't be so pathetic that I'm wearing maternity clothes (and have been since like the fifth week). Cravings: Fast food. I know, I know. Bad, etc. Also cheese and Triscuits. Aversions: Meat. Still. High point: Finding our

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Week 8  (Sept. 17 to Sept. 23)  Symptoms: Still nauseous. Getting up once in the night to pee -- boo. And I'm really, really cold all the time. Even when no one else is. Very weird. Body changes: Still look mega-pregnant. Still planning on lying about how far along I am if a stranger asks. Cravings: Fast food. Chicken nuggets, fries, cheeseburgers. Apparently I can tolerate meat when it's

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Week 7  (Sept. 10 to Sept. 16)  Symptoms: So very, very, very, very nauseous. And tired. And weak. Body changes: I live in fear that people will see me and ask how far along I am, and I'll have to admit I'm only six weeks along lie and pretend I'm 14 weeks along. I look very pregnant, thanks to my Incredible Super Bloat. Cravings: Still eating the inoffensive "C" diet -- cold apple slices

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Week 6  (Sept. 3 to Sept. 9)  Symptoms: Nausea. Dog nose. Exhaustion. Airheadedness. I am basically just sick and tired and DUMB all the live-long day. Body changes: It is depressing to look so pregnant when you're only five weeks along. Cravings: Most things that start with a "C" -- cold apple slices, citrus fruits, cold strawberries, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, clear cold drinks, comforting

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Originally written Wednesday, September 7, 2011 Five weeks, four days pregnant Puke, puke, PUKE! OK, I haven't actually puked. But I feel like I'm going to. Like constantly. Deja-vu! Here is a complete list of the only things that I can tolerate at the moment: Granny Smith apple slices (like last time) Fresca/Sprite/Ginger Ale (like last time) OJ with club soda (like last time) Vegetarian

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Originally written Saturday, September 3, 2011 Five weeks pregnant O.M.G. You know those days when your toddler is kind of HORRIBLE? This is one of those days x 1,000,000. Baby Boy didn't nap at all this morning -- just screamed in his crib for an hour and a half instead. I kept going in, retrieving soothers, calming him, etc. He'd be fine, and then second I'd lie him in his crib, total

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Week 5  (Aug. 27 to Sept. 2)  Symptoms: Oh God. The nausea. Please stop. Also: dog nose has returned, and every smell on the planet offends me. Heartburn (already, what the #$&@?). And pregnancy brain -- I'm an airhead again. Body changes: Bloaty. Possibly a slightly bigger rack, but compared to my nursing knockers, nothing really compares, does it? Cravings: None. Don't want to eat. Go

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Originally written on Tuesday, Aug. 30, 2011 Four weeks, three days pregnant Um, woah. Pregnancy symptoms have set in EARLY, guys. This is what I've been experiencing for the past WEEK! Nausea with a capital N. Last time around, I didn't start feeling sick until five weeks. This time? I felt have so sick on a daily basis from BEFORE the three-week mark. I never would have tested at the

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Originally written on Wednesday, August 31, 2011 Four weeks, four days pregnant I had my first doctor's appointment (with my GP) on Monday. I was pretty surprised that he didn't do a pee test, but he said if I'd already done one, there was no need. Hmm. OK. Of course, that always adds to my what-if-I'm-really-NOT-pregnant? worries. He gave me the forms to send me for bloodwork (which I did

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Week 4  (Aug. 20 to Aug. 26)  Symptoms: Nausea like WHOA. Otherwise I definitely wouldn't have taken a pregnancy test at 3w3d. Body changes: Bloaty Cravings: None Aversions: None High point: Positive pregnancy test FTW! Low point: Slight bit of freaking out ("OMG will I be able to handle this? Two under two? REALLY?") Paranoid moment of the week: Worrying that maybe this will be one of

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Originally written on Tuesday, Aug. 23, 2011Three weeks, three days pregnant So ... I'm preggggggnant! Again! I have only known I was pregnant for about eight hours, and already, I can tell you that second pregnancies are different than first pregnancies. When I found out I was pregnant with Baby Boy, I was pouring my feelings out on the computer mere MINUTES later. The pee stick was still

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You know what's time-consuming when you have a toddler (and work from home)? Everything! Well, specifically moving. I can't believe we are actually closing on our House of Dreams THIS FRIDAY! And then MOVING IN on SATURDAY! Needless to say, I have been one big flurry of how-will-we-decorate-this-room and what-do-we-need-to-get-for-this-room. Super exciting, of course, and also time-consuming.

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When the toddler woke up at 7 a.m. this morning, I bounced out of bed and greeted him immediately. I did not turn down the monitor and lie in an sniffly miserable allergy-induced stupor for 10 minutes before retriving him. Then I totally didn't drag his ass back to bed with me, praying he would lie next to me and sleep. I definitely didn't long for the days of breastfeeding, when I could give

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If there's anything that is constantly amazing me about having kids, it's that things never stop changing and evolving -- things they do, things you do, routines to adjust. When the toddler was a month or two old, I would shower and do my makeup while he sat in his bouncy seat (or carseat) in the bathroom. It was awesome when he got the hiccups, because then I didn't feel the need to whip

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Today, on Thanksgiving, I am so thankful for my husband, our incredible son, and our families. I am also thankful that in less than two weeks, we will be moving into our House of Dreams. This time it's official. It's a done deal. We are so happy and blessed. And thankful.

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If my toddler could type -- type properly, that is (I think he believes he really can type) -- he would probably have his own blog where he'd rave about the following ... Dishwashers. He freaking L-O-V-E-S them. He used to just play with them (and in them), but in the last month or two, he's been learning how to empty them and put the dishes away. It's hilarious* to watch him carefully gather

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Just had a lovely lunch with Darling Husband and the Toddler of Terror. We ordered three meals, and I'm pretty sure no one ate anything off their own plate. I ate Darling Husband's chips. Darling Husband ate my hot turkey sandwich. The toddler ate my corn. I ate the toddler's chicken. And so on ... In the end, every bite was gone, and we'd all enjoyed ourselves very much. It was just a strange

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When I went into the toddler's room last night to shush his tears, I totally didn't pick him up and rock him while singing the first random thing that popped into my head: You don't win friends with salad ... You don't win friends with salad ..."

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Me: Do you want more milk? Toddler: *pause* *Shakes head* Me: Do you want a cracker? Todder: *pause* *Shakes head* Me: Are you all done? Toddler: *Vehemently shakes head* Me: Do you want an apple? Toddler: Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Me: Alright. Here. *** He may not be able to say "no," but he knows damn well how to shake his head for "no." The big question is WHY DOESN'T HE KNOW "YES"? Just "Mmmmm!"

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Seeing five houses today. Fingers crossed.

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I'm feeling completely overwhelmed by my own child. It sounds horrible, but it is very, very, VERY true. It's a very simple thing. He just DOESN'T STOP. He finishes his lunch and tries to climb out of his highchair. I get him cleaned up, let him down, and before I can wipe his tray and tackle his dishes, he's pouring cat food all over the floor and eating it. I pry soggy pieces of cat food out

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Remember when Darling Husband and I were selling our condo, and said we had the worst luck EVER in real estate? I was SO not kidding. Because it's gone. This house is gone. We were super-close to it being official, but there was drama after the house inspection. We wanted them to fix a few (important) things. They agreed to some, but not all. We revised our list. They said they'd fix

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We got the house! The closing is Oct. 3! Will write more when I stop jumping up and down -- and squealing over Pinterest photos of laundry rooms with chandeliers.

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I don't want to jinx anything. But it's almost there. We almost have it. Tonight we will learn if we have gotten our House of Dreams. Things didn't work out with the last house, but look more promising this time around. And really, OMG guys, this house has so many pluses! This house is only nine minutes to the airport where Darling Husband works This house is about 15 minutes to my mom's

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The other day, my toddler learned how to sign "change." Change as in "Change my diaper, woman!" I don't think it's a coincidence that -- that very same day -- I bought him his own potty.* Can 15-month-olds potty-train? Especially BOYS? I don't think so. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, if he can tell me his diaper is dirty, he can ... can he? ... surely? I really should

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No baking soda = muffins like hockey pucks By the time I realized (and added some), I only had enough batter left for five. FML.

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I'm finding it hard lately to divide my time up. Baby Boy is always my first priority, and every moment he's awake, we're busy doing things together -- or he's "helping" me do chores, get dressed, etc. When he goes to sleep -- thank GOD he is still napping twice a day, at almost 15 months old! -- my priority shifts to work. I've been doing a lot of different projects lately (for a lot of

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We saw three more houses today. Total shitholes. This one is actually nice by comparison -- it's on the water, and it's not stuck to another house. The search continues ...

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Just an FYI: my toddler? Total genius and American Sign Language savant. During dinner at Darling Husband's parents' place on Friday night, he was being carried around by one of his aunts. They called me into the kitchen because he was "signing something." I ducked in and saw him quietly signing "Food! Food!" and "Mommy! Mommy!" We got him his dinner, pronto. Everyone was happy. On Saturday,

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Dear Darling Husband, I can't believe it's gone. I could have seen us living there. I really could. We thought it was our house of dreams, but it wasn't. Because even though it seemed perfect for us, the dollars and cents were not working in our favour. And our house of dreams? It's not going to be something that makes us stressed out about money. It's going to be a place we can comfortably

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I spent some time last night reading a hot debate over on Mommyish.com. The subject? Do stay-at-home-moms actually "work" -- as in, is it considered a job? The feathers biting comments were flying! This debate never seems to get old, when it comes to Mommy wars. The stay-at-home-moms argued that it is a real job, because they take care of their kids/homes ALL day, whereas the working moms just

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Remember when I posted about Baby Boy and his, uh, difficult with learning sign language? Well! *beaming proudly* You should see him now!He consistently signs "All done!" when he's finished eating If you feed him something and he wants more, he signs "More" When he's hungry, he signs "Food" (or sometimes just "More") He looks up at light fixtures (just loves 'em) and signs "Light" Four signs

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We saw a house this morning. I said "Wow!" and "I LOVE IT!" every three seconds. I am trying to remain calm. But really? I MUST HAVE IT! The best way to describe how I feel is with the immortal words of Elle Woods (circa Legally Blonde: The Musical) ... Omigod Omigod, you guys This one's perfect and its just my size See, dreams really do come true, you never have to compromise Omigod Omigod

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While Googling around looking for information on TTC (trying to conceive), I came across something that stumped me. "BD." What the hell was "BD"? I figured out pretty quickly that it meant sex, but WHAT did it stand for? Bumpin' Uglies Duglies? After a little more Googling, I saw it stood for "Baby Dancing" (i.e. doin' it for a purpose). Ah. So if anyone else out there is super-slow on the

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While celebrating my twenty-muffle-muffle birthday this weekend, I definitely did not indulge in two full days of eating whatever the hell I wanted Like McDonalds breakfast ... ... and a Teen burger ... ... and whipped-cream-and-cookie dessert ... ... and fried potatoes ... ... and dino-shaped nuggets ... And, of course, I do not feel supremely ill/stuffed/bloated now I would also never

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These are the kind of photos I get of Baby Boy these days. Blurry cellphone shots where he's already out of frame before the shutter clicks. There's no time to grab my real camera, because he's most likely climbing onto a hutch or launching himself off a chair. Oh, the days when every day was a photoshoot. When I would dress him up, lay him on a blanket or sit him on a chair, and snap away. I

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He's got seven of them. For a kid who barely had two on his first birthday, this is huge. When he smiles, he is such a little BOY. He has actual teeth in his smile, and WOW I am not ready for him to go to kindergarten SO WHY DOES HE LOOK SO OLD?!?! On the plus side, he is finally able to chew his food better. I have been giving him thin little sticks of food (apple, sandwich, cooked carrot) and

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... an eye exam is a really fun solo outing, and you excitedly comment on their "fun games" -- like the one where you look at blinking lights and click a button like you're on Jeopardy OMG FUNNNN!

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Whole-wheat tortilla with chicken, sauce, veggies (cauliflower, red pepper, green pepper, and yellow pepper) and oodles of cheese. Totally drooling now, waiting for my adult-pizza to be ready!

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Dear Darling Husband, Thank you for spending so much of your time on Kijiji searching for used trucks, snow plows and tractors. Even though we have no need for any of these things at the current time, and are putting all our money towards our House of Dreams, it makes total sense that you are devoting so much time to this search. I really appreciate that -- should I suddenly need a snow plow

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How many times a day do I hear that phrase? And SAY that phrase??? Baby Boy is an unstoppable climber. He has always been very physical -- moving, running, jumping, exploring -- but the climbing is awful. When you are 13 months old, what, honestly, can you climb safely? Nothing! Since moving to my mom's, his climbing has gotten a lot worse, because there are so many new things to climb! Last

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One of my fave new sites: PassiveAgressiveNotes.comI can't wait until Baby Boy can write me hiliarious notes!

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How do you get three negative pregnancy tests in one month? A. You are impatient B. You love taking tests, so you jump at each chance C. You are stubborn, and don't believe tests (when they're wrong) D. You have a stupid irregular cycle that confuses you E. All of the above Darling Husband and I have been trying for the last couple of months. At first, I wasn't really sure if it was going to

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All of my hang-around-the-house yoga pants are in pristine condition, and none of them have holes -- especially not ghetto holes in the CROTCH (which lead to all kinds of "easy access" jokes from Darling Husband Ditto with my hang-around-the-house leggings My favourite tees are ultra-fancy and expensive. Of course I would never fall in love with cheapo $4 tees from Joe Fresh ... and alternate

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Dear Darling Husband, Thanks for being my own personal moving man, and getting all of our belongings safely to the storage unit or here at Mom's. I know we've moved in, and the long, sweaty days of moving and lugging furniture are over for now, but ... ... can you please, please, please wear sleeveless tees every day? Love, your wife xoxo

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Frantic set-up for Baby Boy's first birthday party (June 5, 2011) Keep things as easy as possible for YOU, the mom/hostess. When I was planning Baby Boy's party, I heard some peeps of "What about the coffee and tea?" and "You have to have coffee and tea!" I chose not to, and I was VERY happy with that decision. Whenever I've done coffee and tea for a gathering, I've spent all my time in the

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I need to meet a deaf friend. Seriously. You know why? Because I am KICKING ASS at American Sign Language! Remember when I bought those flash cards a few months back, and tried to teach Baby Boy some signs? They totally didn't work (damn impulse buy), but I was still in love with the idea. Babies signing! Adorbs! And handy! Just over a month ago, I spotted a group on Facebook that offered

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I was not totally smug about Baby Boy never really having a diaper rash. Except THAT ONE TIME he was teething, and it was no biggie, because like, he's cloth-diapered, and they don't really GET rashes, so, yeah ... My smugness did not totally come back to haunt me when Baby Boy got a wicked-awful diaper rash last week (though he wassssss in disposables, so ... maybe I remain smug about the cloth

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Yes, it's true. I have temporarily stopped using cloth diapers. *Cue sad music* As long as we're living with my mom, we will be using Pampers. Our beloved BumGenius diapers are packed away in storage. Sitting in a plastic crate where their cuteness will go unappreciated. *Sniffle* Why the hiatus from cloth? Well, my mom doesn't own a washing machine. Whaaaat? I know, right?!? It broke when

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