Waiting. More waiting. Still waiting.

I didn't realize I haven't updated in about 2 weeks, so here's a short post (just for you, Tasha!)

My due date is coming up quickly - September 30th - but I've reached that point in the pregnancy where you feel like it's NEVER COMING OUT. The pressure on my nu-noone (vagina for those of you new to reading this site) is incredible - every step I take feels like baby girl's head is going to pop out and she will be all "Hey, what the hell is going on? I was comfortable in there!" and I will be all "Hey, YOU - I'm your mother and I'd like to not feel like I'm going to piss my pants every 5 minutes, so you're out and you're gonna like it!" I like expressing my love and affection for my children in this manner - short, sweet, and to the point.

Even though this pregnancy has been fantastic I'm more than ready to get to the next phase which is filled with sleepless nights, an endless period for weeks to come, and leaking, cracked, sore nipples. Ah...the joy and bliss of it all.

Whining. Lots of it.

I am sick with a horrible head cold. You know the kind where your throat is on fire, your nose is stuffed up on one side but running continuously, sinuses pounding along with the fierce headache raging behind your eyes and into your ears, all while your eyes are watering enough to make you look like you've been watching too many repeat viewings of "The Notebook".

I'm in my ninth month of pregnancy and as some of you will remember, you have to pee every half hour at this point, you cannot get comfortable sleeping (that is, on the odd occasion you actually do fade off), baby's feet feel like they're going to come up out of your throat, and that's when baby's feet aren't hanging off your ribcage. Oh, and bonus? She's sitting on the main artery inside me so that I'm getting dizzy, breathless and nauseous all at once because of a lack of blood and oxygen.

Hubby keeps telling me to take it easy and rest but I'm not used to being at home yet with free time...for now anyway. So I'm busying myself with staying on top of laundry while I can, making muffins to put in the freezer and tidying up overstuffed closets and cupboards.

Some call this "nesting". I'm hoping that every little twinge and ache will signal the start of early labour because while I've enjoyed this pregnancy immensely, I want her out so I can get moving!

Home Sweet Home

I finished work earlier than anticipated and while I'd love to be able to express myself clearly with lots of bold and CAPS LOCK on this past year of working in a new place, I won't because you just never know when it might come back to bite me in the ass. I'll say this instead: thank fucking god for doctors who actually believe that STRESS is not good for your mental, physical and spiritual bodies, and especially not healthy for baby...To quote 'Forrest Gump' - "...that's all I have to say about that..."

I am home to put my children on the school bus in the morning and I'm here when they arrive home too. It is one of life's greatest joys. At least until they start whining about what's for dinner, crying because one or the other touched their stuff, and arguing over who gets to feed the fish in the tank. (As a side note: Did you know that goldfish will EAT one of their own? This happened a few weeks ago - the smaller goldfish wasn't looking like he was going to make it and off we go in the morning, only to come home a few hours later and the other two goldfish are looking suspiciously swollen, while the third one was completely missing. I'm still grossed out...)

This is only day two being at home, and I have busied myself catching up on laundry and vacuuming and getting organized to start selling Avon again (if you're interested in a brochure, let me know!). I've also just started reading a biography on Guns N' Roses, which is interesting. Biographies are not usually my first (or even second) choice, but even this many years later, Axl Rose still has that hold. I blame it on seeing his legs in a kilt as an impressionable teenager, and the killer voice - hearing it for the first time was one of those influential moments in life and it opened my eyes to a completely different world than the one I was used to.

And that's a wrap for the moment because my little girl needs me - she's home with a fever. Right before the long weekend. It's all about timing...

First Day of School

Wednesday, August 26, 2009 - Grade 7 for the pre-teen and junior kindergarten for the girl.

Notice the happy, excited smiles? They weren't faking it - they really were that jazzed to get on the school bus. It might have had something to do with the coffee I forced on them at breakfast, but hey, whatever works, right?

Derek was itching to catch up with his friends who he didn't really get a chance to hang out with during the summer-that-never-was and Danielle was ecstatic to finally go on the " 'tool bus" with her big brother.

We thought she'd freak out once the bus arrived and she actually had to get on it, but trouper that she is, she barely batted an eyelash, gave us a wave and a smile and they were off...with us following close behind because after all, that's our baby girl on that bus and who knows where it really stops and starts and maybe the driver is going to forget he's got kids on board and park it at the local pub while he pops inside for a pint or two.

UPDATE: They did get to school. No drinking establishments along the country roads they travel to get there. School bus driver still has all his limbs.

My Daddy

This is my father, relaxing at our cottage, smiling at his grandchildren.

My son thinks it's pretty funny that I still call him "Daddy" at my age. Hang on a sec while I grab my cane...

As a little girl, my father was always pretty high up on the pedestal - and even though now as an adult the pedestal isn't quite so high because I understand that he is not just a dad, but a husband, grandfather and man, it doesn't take much for me to see the halo around his head.

Summer Hubby

I took these photos at the lake a couple of weeks ago while hubby and his pals did some

wakeboarding and skiing. I love seeing him do this stuff because it reminds of the summer we met and fell in love. I remember thinking how very hot and masculine and full of life and energy he was then....and still is.

Getting Right To The Point

"Mummy, me have some of your mel-le-lade?" my daughter asked.

"Bébé, what is it you want to drink?" I wanted her to repeat it because I knew she was trying to ask for lemonade.

"Me have some mel-le-lade, please?" came the dutiful reply.

"Danielle, what do you want to drink?" asked both Daddy and Grampa.

"Agggghh...some PINK WATER!!" was the frustrated and cute-as-hell answer.