I've been back to work for a week now. My blood pressure is absolutely through the roof, so how long this lasts, who knows.
I've been so naseated for days and I seriously think I've become lactose intolerant as icecream didn't bode well. I'm exhausted and could sleep at the drop of a hat but bedtime, I'm waking at 630-7 every morning, even if I fall asleep at 1am.

I'm whinging aren't I?

I had a huge fight with my mother over this but I think we've agreed to disagree for the moment. She seems to think that I should be done with this and move on with my life and that it will be all ok because she will take care of me.
She doesn't seem to understand that this is something that I have wanted for as long as I can remember. Devin is ecstatic, his family is excited, my step-sister Adena is excited... everyone except my mother.
Dev and I have agreed that he will pay child support. He has agreed to buy all the neccessities and we're doing this together.
We've asked Adena and Glenn to be godparents and both have emphatically and ecstatically said yes.
I have been desparately trying to quit smoking - I have cut waaaaaay back and slowly weaning myself off.

In talking with Adena, she suggested I keep a list of foods that haven't gone over well and see if baby likes/dislikes later on... So far on the list is butterscotch icecream and milk.

My sense of smell is completely crazy. For three days, everything smelled like pot. I haven't been anywhere near it or anyone smoking it and I could smell it everywhere, even the doctor's office. Then after that, it was two days of bacon smell.

Everyone has all this advice and I love them for it... but holy shit batman, I have done this before folks. :-)

And on that note, its bedtime for bonzo.

So I had my first ultrasound today. I apparently am giving birth to a grain of rice. Or so it appears on the screen. Everything appears good. Heartrate was 154. I couldn't hear the heartbeat as the wand used for that gets very warm and thats apparently a very bad thing at this stage. I just got to see the grain of rice thump at a billion miles an hr.

"Please ensure to drink at least 4 cups of water 1 hr prior to your ultrasound." So while I downed my litre of water, I babbled at Penny and commiserated about that "INEEDTOPEENOW..needtopee..needdddddtopeeeee" feeling.
Anyone that knows Calgary roads knows how bumpy our roads are, knows what an amazing feat it was not to pee in the car... however... throwing up is another matter. All I can say is Thank Herman it was water.

I have a nuchal (sp?) translucency ultrasound on Sept 19th and I have to drink another litre of water. Hopefully on that one that I can have the 4D video thingie that they make.

Roit, now that I have thrown up everything, off to find breakfast.

I needed a vacation from life. Between heartburn, morning sickness and pregnant brain, it was neccessary to escape the Alberta heat. So off I was to go to Ontario to hang out with Lori and her family and Colin was coming with me.

Red eye into Toronto was sold out, so 7am to Toronto worked, changed the car reservation and we arrived at Calgary Airport at 415 for check in. HUGE line up already. There were 8 seats, we were 7 and 8. Looked good. But this particular employee travelling with two kids whined and complained so we got bumped. So we run off to the other gate in hopes we can get on into Hamilton. Its a new plane with 166 seats. 165 sold... there's room but only one can go. "I can go jump?" I ask nicely. "Let's check" and off she runs. "Cleared to go... RUN, you're last on."
Off we go and Colin gets shoved somewhere in the middle of the aircraft with all my bags and my leftover breakfast and I crawl happily into the cockpit to fly in the jumpseat.
I have one word for that experience: "WOW".

Now remember, rental car is in Toronto, we're in Hamilton. No one has any cars as its a long weekend. Pleading and begging and pure and simple luck we get a car... 2006 Dodge Charger.

NICE car. 3.5 Hemi, speed sensitive steering... Colin decided to see what she could do... 170 and she still had power. There was some quirks of the car I didn't like. The cruise control stem is awkwardly place and the vent placement is poor and the top 1/3 of the windshield wouldn't stay clear of condensation and holy fucking bad placement of the backdoor locks - its way the hell n gone at the very end of the door behind the windows, hidden - NO WAY to reach from the front seat.

Drove out of Hamilton at 120pm.. the traffic was absolutely horrific. Why? Who knows. No reason for it. From Hwy 7 & 400 to Orillia took until 5pm... should have been 2 hrs. We got to North Bay at 7 - finally found Lori around 830.
Sunday morning we headed to the cottage. Its about an hr outside of Sudbury on an island. We got there in the afternoon and completely relaxed. We stayed up til about 3, they were drinking and talking and listening to music and just enjoying being on the lake.
Monday we spent relaxing and swimming and fishing and then we had to be off the island before dark in order to start driving back as our flight out of Hamilton (gotta return the rental back there, sadly) was at 745am.
We got in the car at 954 pm and were in Parry Sound by 11 & wasted 30 mins at a Tim Horton's before giving up and then in Toronto by 115am. We were going to tour around Toronto but nothing is open and decided to go to Niagara Falls instead. In Niagara Falls and puddle splashing by 230am. We headed back to Hamilton and were in the parking lot by 4am and I was asleep instantly.
Breakfast and a short wait and on the plane and ready to go. Seatbelt sign off and my head was down on the table tray on my pillow and I slept to Calgary.

Then I got home and heard about the crash in Toronto. A miracle no one died and the injuries were minimal. I am very interested to see what the pilot has to say as to what happened.

I had my doctor's appt yesterday afternoon and I have to go for an EKG today and pick up the fish that my mom was fish-sitting.

All in all, eventful but relaxing weekend.