Milestone: Spring
The weather gods have blessed us with the most wonderful mid-March week I have ever experienced. Between Tuesday and Wednesday, I was actually outside in a t-shirt or tank top enough to get some serious colour. It makes sitting outside pure pleasure. It makes being stuck inside for classes, or sitting in the library working on papers absolute torture.
Milestone: Two-year anniversary
Taz and I celebrated our two-year anniversary on Tuesday. It was very low key: brunch at one of our favourite restaurants, a walk downtown taking pictures with our wonderful new camera (LOVE!) and then a quick trip to Wolfe Island on the ferry for an hour of pretending we lived in the country. We hardly ever get a full day off together, so it was nice to chill and have no real plans. The sunshine absolutely made the day! What did we do last year for our anniversary? I'm pretty sure we had a snowball fight. It was that shitty a spring. This year the buds are popping on all the trees and the grass is changing from sickly yellow into beautiful lush green.
Isn't green the most beautiful colour in the world?
This is what Taz posted on my facebook wall for our anniversary:
To my beautiful wife to be. Meeting you on that special day is the best thing thats ever happened to me! Your are an amazing person in every way possible.. Together we will make it to the top of our mountain xoxox
Happy 2 year anniversary darling.
P.s Remember the first time we kissed?
I'm marrying this man in less than 3 months :-) It gives my heart the butterflies.
Milestone: School is ending!
I am having more difficulty caring about school work than I thought I would. I gave it a lot of thought, and the best explanation I can come up with is the cliche phrase "my heart ain't in it". In reality, in-depth knowledge about research methods, or Charter rulings is not immediatly applicable to my near future. I would rather spend my days organizing my apartment and getting ready for the move, and haunting online mommy-blogs for useful information or funny stories. Being able to rattle off the history of regionalism in Latin America isn't going to be very useful in the year to come, unless Amelia is anything like her mommy, and in that case it may put her to sleep.
I've handed in 2 BIG essays, and 1 smaller one, and now I have another BIIIIGGG essay due today, which will probably be handed in tomorrow instead, and a couple literature reviews and a book compilation in the near future. Then I have three exams and then....
FREEDOM!!!!!
Milestone: 23 weeks
This is my most comfortable part of this pregnancy so far mentally. For those of you who have read my earlier posts, you will know that for a while there this pregnancy could have gone either way. That kind of shook me up, and combined with the surprise element of this baby girl's conception, it has taken a long long time for this to really sink in for me. But now we rapidly approaching the point in pregnancy where she's reaching "viability". There isn't an exact point, but I always told myself that around 24 weeks I would start breathing easier. The ever expanding waistline and increasingly strong kicks also help make this concrete. Amelia is the size of a winter squash and should weigh over a pound.
Informal Milestone: The Bumps-a-lot and Cries-a-tonne
My tummy is an aggressive presence now! I can no longer suck in my abs and squeeze through our (impossible tiny) kitchen behind Taz. My belly just knudges him out of the way. It also topples me over if I try to quietly crawl into bed, so I go sprawling down with an inelegant thump and grunt! Getting out of the bathtub is a process, and so is tying my own shoes. I forget sometimes, but Amelia doesn't like being squished and gives me a good squirmy reminder of it if I bend over for too long. All I can think is that its going to get worse from here, not better! I don't know how chronic beer drinkers with bellies like Randy from Trailer Park Boys do it for years on end!
Also, my mood swings have kicked it up a notch this week. Taz bears the brunt of it, since my grumpy periods tend to come at the end of the day when I am tired. Earlier this week, we had a tiff about nothing important, and after resolving it, saying sorry, and all that jazz, I then burst into uncontrollable crying, and sobbed into a pillow for five minutes straight. Poor man. He just rubbed my shoulders and told me it was ok to cry and to let it all out. I felt better afterwards, but this is like a daily thing now! Its embarassing for me, since I am generally one of those girls who only cries for very.specific.reasons. I hope this passes soon...
Ok, enough procrastinating. I'm off to write about MERCOSUR and ALBA now. Joy.
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