week 32 - rutabaga

Hazelnut weighs about 3.75 lbs... just like a rutabaga (which, I think, sounds much nicer than 'giant turnip'). I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and I'll be interested to learn whether this babe is on track with 3.75lbs, or closer to the 10lb mark. Apparently any time now he should be moving into his 'birth-ready' position (head-down). Oy!

THE LIST:

1. People are VERY nice to pregnant ladies. They’ll pretty much bend over backwards for you. I HAVE heard, however, that once the baby arrives, people aren’t QUITE so accommodating (which is weird because I’m guessing that I’m going to need a LOT more help/sympathy when this child is on the outside). I better lap this up while I can!

2. I had every intention of completing a weeny teeny mini triathlon on July 30th, but the left side of my body has other plans for my life. Over the past week, my left hip/bum/upper leg has deteriorated, and WALKING has become somewhat of a grueling task. I now have a whole new respect for elderly folks and obese people. Day-to-day tasks are TRICKY!

3. Lowell is pretty much going to be the best father on the planet- I can hardly wait to see him with our child. Here’s a tiny glimpse of him with our adorable nephew, Ty.

And a wee video! I didn't really catch Ty in his true giggling state- I always pulled the camera out TWO seconds too late... but you still get the idea.



4. Besides the very regular, “What? You’re not due TOMORROW?! Then you must be having twins or triplets!” comments, Kylie overheard a little tyke at the beach say, “Mommy, that girl has a beach ball in her swimming suit!”

(For the record, I totally don’t mind all the ‘huge’ comments. I think they’re kind of fun… as long as they stop the INSTANT this Hazelnut is born!)

5. When visiting my great uncle at a small town Saskatchewan hospital, 5 of us charged in only to be met with panic-stricken looks at the front desk. The hospital apparently avoids deliveries at all costs, and they thought I was in labour. No thanks… not ready for THAT yet!

6. We’ve had a crazy week of traveling (more to come on that another day), and as we were driving through North Dakota we spotted a billboard for ‘Big J’s Restaurant’ and decided that a marvelous photo opportunity awaited (as I am indeed a ‘Big J’). Unfortunately the restaurant was no longer in existence, but Lowell did not miss the opportunity to adopt 'Big J' as a new pet name for me (said in a deep resonant bass voice of course). Awwwwwww how sweet.

7. I can't believe the countdown is at 54 days!!

8. Over and out!

week 31 - coconut

Hazelnut is now the size of a coconut! Well, at least this PARTICULAR coconut which just HAPPENS to weigh exactly 3.5lbs (trust me... I checked). We took this photo in Edmonton at Uncle Sid & Auntie Marge’s (Dan’s parents) house. I’m pretending to drink the coconut milk whilst coconut aroma assailed our senses (as Auntie Marge was coinkidinkally toasting coconut at the same time). I've also been liberally treating myself to mocha coconut frappaccinos, so coconut has very much been a theme in my life!

According to my sources, all 5 of Hazelnut’s senses are now in working order. FUN! Also, my uterus is starting to suffocate me a little bit (as- surprise surprise- it's still growing). After climbing 2 stairs (not 2 FLIGHTS of stairs... just 2 individual stairs), I find myself clinging to the wall for support as I huff and puff in an attempt to catch my breath and regain my composure.

Now the list.

1. DAILY I receive comments about how large I am and how crazy it is that I still have 9 weeks to go. The other day a man asked me how many DAYS I had left, then he just about fell off his bike when I told him I had almost 10 weeks to go. “Good luck with that!” he called as he biked across the street.

I DO feel large, and I DO feel quite like a house. Lowell so eloquently assured me, however, that I AM a house… for our little Hazelnut! That guy really does have a way with words, doesn’t he?! It's a gift.

2. Glass after glass (or jug after jug) of cold, cold, ICE cold refreshing milk. That’s where it’s at. And, of course, popsicles. And just plain ice.

3. This week we attended the most intense half birthday party ever to be thrown on earth. We sang half of 'half-ty birthday', there was half of an extremely impressive cake, and there was a 'half' themed quiz where the winner got half of his meal paid for by having HALF of the answers correct (that was Lowell by the way). I feel shamed that in all our years of celebrating half birthdays (as we grew up celebrating such things), the most creativity I've mustered up is to make a cake. And not even half a cake. I think it's time we pick it up a notch. Thank you, Joelle, for the inspiration (and the great party!)!

4. Hazelnut attended his second wedding (although it was the first wedding attended by INVITATION as his mama crashed a wedding in June… but that’s another story for another day). My cousin Ben married the lovely Katie (and my Uncle Morris officiated)...

The bathroom signs at the reception were rather amusing. I think the creator of these symbols was a leetle optimistic about proportions. One might be hard-pressed to find clothing that fits...

It was great to see my wonderful G relations again, and see how big my little cousins are getting. Much more G family fun to come this next week… FAMILY REUNION!!! In SOUTH DAKOTA!

5. Hazelnut witnessed his Dad start and finish a half marathon! Lowell ran 'the Moose is Loose' which goes through Edmonton's beautiful river valley. He finished in an hour and 49 minutes... GO LOWELL!! Zabu also did the half marathon and Ruth did the 10km. I sat on a curb.

Here he is about to start. "Good gracious what have I gotten myself into..."

In the following picture, Lowell's about to cross the finish line as I'm jumping up and down yelling "He's the father of my child!!" (Kidding kidding... I would never do that... but I wanted to).

All done!

And he scored a fabulous (and free!) massage out of the deal...

Yeay Zab & Ruth!

6. My left side has taken a bit of a beating, and it feels AND looks like that of a 95-year old. There are the veins that we all know and love, I am regularly getting nasty Charlie horses which keep my calf in a continual state of soreness, and I’m pretty sure my left hip-bum has fallen out of its socket. (Good thing I like 95-year olds.)

7. Baby hiccups are CUTE! And Lowell got to feel them for 5 solid minutes (in fact, he was the one to point out to me that they were probably hiccups. I had felt them before but just didn't know it.)

8. Profile shot sans arms...

week 30 - cabbage

This pregnancy is THREE QUARTERS done, and Hazelnut is ~15 ¾ inches long, and weighs about 3 lbs. Personally, I think he weighs more than 3 lbs. Not because I want to give birth to a 16 lb child, but because I REFUSE to believe that only THREE POUNDS of my 30 lb weight gain is baby!

Okay, I’m going the listy-loo route again…

1. Normally I LOVE when people touch my belly, but this week a 40 year old man wearing black gloves in the 30 degree Celsius heat—who may or may not have been in the process of stealing a car— rapidly approached me in a parking lot, placed his hands on my belly and excitedly exclaimed, “Oh! You’re with child! God bless you!” I quickly shifted and hastened my pace all the while smiling politely. THAT I did not so much appreciate. Lucky for him it was me he tried that on and not some of my other preggo friends… I know a few gals who would’ve decked him on the spot. Creep.

2. More on the memory loss/lack of brain cells thing. I have definitely NOT been on my ‘A’ game socially. Normally I can keep a conversation going, fill the awkward silences, and usually come up with a witty comeback or two. Now I find myself staring blankly into people’s faces and NO WORDS COME. Or the WRONG words come. *sigh*

Also, “oops” has become the most used word in my lexicon.

3. We’ve been attempting to prepare Kumeu for the baby’s arrival, but I think he may already have some issues. This week our angel puppy child who never chews ANYTHING other than his toys made his way into the baby room and ate half of an adorable ‘umbilical cord toque’ that our friend Michelle so lovingly made for us. This toque was also special in that it was Hazelnut's FIRST gift...

I almost cried, and I don’t think it was just pregnancy hormones talking. You would too if you saw how adorable the toque was before it became lunch. Apparently Lowell needs to ramp up his counseling intensity with the pooch…

4. Lower back pain. It's not so fun. HOWEVER, Cherri taught us the pelvic tilt during the Healthy Pregnancy class and it has SAVED MY LIFE! Thank you, Cherri... we owe you. I’ve also been DYING to get a maternity massage, but I’ve shied away because of this loathsome bacne (which my faithful ointment-applying hubby daily insists is getting better). I wouldn’t want to scar the masseuse for life.

5. Braxton hicks. Happening all. the. time!

6. Is it normal that we go on significant grocery shopping trips every 2-3 days? For the TWO of us?! (This is not pregnancy related).

7. While the manufacturers are still in possession of my support hose, I am thoroughly enjoying the heavenly respite in this heat. Not ideal for the veins... but ah well!

I've seen a few pictures lately of fashionistas wearing knee socks and heels. Really? Is that back? I don't know if I can hop aboard that train. But I'll consider...

8. Lowell and I have kicked project mode into high gear- getting things done left, right, and centre. I had a rather spontaneous/big idea for the baby room which I started... so now I'm committed! I'll report back when the room is done (oooo the suspense!).

9. This week a colleague asked, "when are you due again?" Upon my response, her face crinkled in befuzzlement, and she replied, "Oh. You're...ummm..... quite huge!" hehe:)

Now excuse me while I go whip up some cabbage rolls...

week 29- Canadian squutter butt nosh

Uhhhhhh, ya. We're not 100% sure about that one.

Aaaannd moving right along...

Hazelnut now weighs about as much as a butternut squash! ~2.5 lbs and a little over 15 inches long. And let me tell you, this baby is a mover and a shaker! He's constantly on the go (unless of course someone wants to feel/see the movement, then he falls instantly into a deep sleep). During my last two doctor visits, the doc was unable to calculate the beats per minute when listening to the heart beat because every few seconds Hazelnut would give the doppler a good boot then roll away. What a precocious little gaffer... we're so proud!

I have fairly random and unconnected thoughts to share, and as my deteriorating brain is no longer capable of subtle segues and ingenious transitions, I'm opting for point form.

1. CANADA DAY! Lowell and I looooove celebrating Canada's Birthday, and we drag Kumeu right into it with us.

While we thoroughly enjoyed the local Canada Day festivities, I couldn't help but wish that I was in Shareen's shoes. Not only did she get to spend Canada's birthday in our nation's capital with Carlynne & Dan... but she was a mere TEN FEET AWAY from PRINCE WILLIAM & KATE. And it gets better. Kate made EYE CONTACT and WAVED RIGHT AT HER!!! I'm all sorts of shades of green with envy!

2. We recently watched ‘Never Say Never’ with our small group pals, and I uncovered a deep, loyal and undying love for Justin Bieber (not even kidding). I didn’t even know his songs before, but now? Now his tunes are definitely going to dominate my labour mix!

3. Because of his visual impairment, Lowell hasn't really SEEN our baby kicking (i.e., my belly jiggling). Over the past couple of weeks, however, during our Healthy Pregnancy classes (taught by the lovely, knowledgable Cherri- Kylie's mama), Hazelnut's kicks made my name tag shake and bounce...and Lowell could SEE it! I then made him stare at my name tag for the remainder of the class. And since then, I've done a lot of putting-paper-on-belly-and-making-Lowell-stare (which he is MORE than willing to do).

4. Comments about my hugey hugeness have been on the rise. When people learn that I still have 11 weeks to go, they generally react with shock. One man suggested perhaps I was carrying twins, and here's a typical out-of-the-blue interaction with my loving husband:

Lowell: Should I pour some water over you?
Me: ummmmm, no thanks... why?
Lowell: Because you look like a beached whale.

Hardy har har! He also particularly enjoys standing in the doorway chuckling while I struggle to put my shoes on. All in good fun, my friends. All in good fun...

Here's a final glimpse of my growing abdomen. And please note the glorious (temporary) reprieve of my support hose. They were sent back because of a manufacturers flaw. Not so good for the veins, but simply divine during this flip flop weather!