One day at a time

Yesterday I got one of my weekly emails from some pregnancy related website telling me what to expect for this week in my life. I'm 28 weeks pregnant. Well, I guess today... more like 28.5 weeks along. And yes, that does mean something to an expecting woman.

So back to that email... It mentioned that this week would be a good time to start packing my bag for the hospital and making sure that I have everything I will need. Now let's talk about that. There's a lot of stuff that goes into that bag. And I don't have a single thing yet. I'm so behind...

I just ordered our baby's bedding 2 days ago and there's still a drum set sitting in the middle of our baby's future bedroom along with a couch and shelf we need to sell and a bunch of random "misc household items" that have no home. And really, that's all we have done so far. So how am I supposed to think about packing for the hospital? It's just a bunch more stuff I have to buy that I haven't even thought of yet.

So for now... maybe some rubbermaid containers and maybe a couple of listings on Craigslist. And plenty to do before we actually can say we are "ready".

Okay, I'm hungry and this computer is doing nothing to satisfy my belly.

A Monday Morning Wish (maybe a few)

On this Monday morning I am wishing for...

• getting everything done today BEFORE I get all lazy and slow.
• some hopeful news from a family member.
• that 'Big Boy Nichols' makes it safely to his home... we were fish-sitting this weekend.

Not really a lot to ask for on this particular Monday morning.

And just a little thought... wondering about New Year's Resolutions. I don't know about them. I've seen some fairly basic ones and then some very ambitious ones too. And I'm not sure I can pull off either one. I'll get SUPER dedicated for about 4 minutes and then I totally forget what I was even resolving to do. So here's what I'm going to do.

Nothing.

And just have a really good 2010. Because even if I did feel ambitious and made a lovely list of things for the year... there is a baby on the way and chances are he'll just overtake any of my chances of doing any of those things. Okay, maybe one resolution because it'll be easy to accomplish.

My resolution is this: to have a baby this year and learn a lot about being a mommy. And diaper changing. And probably some sleepless nights.

What is your big 2010 resolution?

Please don't freak out

It's Sunday evening... 6:22pm. I have a Christmas hangover.

And please don't read into that because I'm pregnant. It's not a "traditional" hangover. All I'm meaning is that I've had the most wonderful Christmas this year... lots of it and now I'm totally partied out. I'm happy to sit on my butt and zone out and not really do anything much. Maybe for days. And days.

That's all I have to say right now. Even typing this post goes against the whole 'not doing anything' activities I mentioned above. So maybe tomorrow I'll tell you a little bit more about my weekend. :-)

Because I promised not to...

I promised my husband I wouldn't write a blog today. Because I have too much to do. But really, I feel like I need to get this off my chest. And by "this" I don't really mean anything except that I wanted to blog something. Anything.

So real quick, this is what my happy little Christmas Eve Eve looks like.

A little bit of this...

A little bit of that... MAKING, not eating. Ahem.

And maybe a bit of this. If I'm lucky.

Happy Christmas!

p.s. those are not my feet, that is not my deck and that is NOT my weather. And I'm pregnant so please... don't judge.

To go or not to go?

Today is a day of epic proportions... Okay, probably not but I AM going to the post office 3 days before Christmas. And the stinkin' package isn't even going to make it to it's destinations (aka Montreal) before the 25th. Why even bother?

You know what? Why bother? Maybe I just go next Monday and call it good. Or is that a major chicken move? I mean... I DO have other things I could be doing with my time. Very important things. You have no idea.

Like solitaire... we've been having it out lately. And I am sad to say that I have NOT been on the winning end. There's been a lot of this...

But not a lot of this...

And to make matters even worse (I know... things are just SO difficult) a certain somebody in my life had the audacity to say that maybe I lose so often because I "miss" things in the game. Well, excuse me but I do not miss. Call me "vigilante solitaire" any day because I just don't. Well, most of the time. As far as I can tell.

I think the answer to this problem is to get some NEW games on my phone. My phone is less than a month old and I'm reveling in a game that I actually kind of hate and am hating it more everyday because I can't win it. And then I play it some more.

Is there a name for this condition? Oh... um... hmmmm. I just remembered a quote that somebody I know used to say often... 'the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result.'

Noooooo, that just can't be me. Really. I'm very sane. I am.

But maybe just one more go at this stupid game and I'll win. I just know it.

Signing off,

Don't ever send me to Vegas.

Food (or just pomegranates) for thought

Did you know...

The pomegranates have 3 grams of fat in them? But they also have 11 grams of fiber, 5 grams of protein and almost 50% of vitamin C for the day. Whew!

See, I knew about the vitamin C part but the rest... I guess I just didn't know. But I've been craving them like crazy and eating probably 3-4/week and now I feel even better about eating them!

And now for a little shameless bragging about Deeter... he likes pomegranates too! He sits at my feet and waits for them to fall while I'm cutting it up. I think he always knew how good they were for him. And he needs all the dietary variety he can get since his bowl of food hasn't really changed flavors since well... since puppyhood. But such is the life of a wiener dog.

Before I sign off, just one thought. If you know the answer, please share: Why are pomegranates so dang hard to peel? It's like 10 minutes of hard labor to get to a point where you can actually eat. And then you're almost too exhausted to eat. Especially now that I know about all the protein I'm eating, it feels like more work than ever.

I think I need a massage.

Bricks & Mortar... and a few steps

I've save a few photos from Montreal for it's own special little post. Yay for them! Because honestly, I could gush for HOURS about the beautiful architecture of Montreal. Literally HOURS. I hope you've blocked off some time for this...

Actually, just kidding because I didn't take very many photos of buildings. Every single one I walked past was photo worthy most of the time. I don't think that's a correct sentence. Let's try again. Of all the buildings I walked past, almost all of them were photo worthy. Whew! That's better.

And also, unfortunately, some of the MOST beautiful homes I saw were in the evening and it was dark and we were in a car so those ones will remain undiscovered at this point... A mystery you will never read about on this website. Unless I go again. And take those photos.

Okay, back on track... Ahem. Photo commentary. Begin.

These first three photos were like the first three buildings next to where we stayed. Every single one was SO pretty! My only complaint to whomever thought up all of this is the steep crazy stairs OUTSIDE the building in a place that snows about as regularly as a pregnant woman visits a bathroom. Slippery? Possibly. Pain in the butt to shovel? Definitely. But I must say, they are beautiful to look at. Okay, nevermind, I have another complaint. Whomever designed these was not a parent. How the heck do you get your kids up those with strollers and car seats (um... wagon seats?) and groceries and diaper bags? No wonder Montreal has such a low birth rate compared to the rest of Canada.

So here's some lovely curvacious set of stairs. All the other steps are jealous...

These ones looked decidedly lovely as well. And WHAT a nice front door!

Love this building. And the front doors are arched! Great except for moving. But who would ever want to leave??

Here is just one of the many gorgeous churches we saw.

And honestly, one of my first thoughts is... that must have been a lot of work. Read 'Pillars of the Earth' by Ken Follett. Amazing.

I wonder where I can put in my order for a set of these...

And THIS.... This is.... a.... firehall. Truly. And why not? Copper is a perfect accent to red trucks. So festive.

We did visit the old part of Montreal as well... aka Vieux Montreal (mo-ray-al) which means, old Montreal. Enlightening. And I had walked by this area when I was 18 with my cousin and have always wanted to go back because it looked so lovely and there were all sorts of pretty shops to check out. And GUESS WHAT... we didn't go to that part because our 'tour guides' thought it was too touristy. And who would want to go through a bunch of silly little shops. Um, excusez moi... me?

But really, I guess I was the only one. Because I did manage to finagle a quick stop into a children's clothing store and it wasn't fun for anyone but me. Okay, my brothers helped me pick out an overpriced little item but it was in 'n out. Like the burger place but you just don't feel as satisfied. And I obediently walked past about 6 home stores that looked completely divine. DIVINE. And I just wanted to look. Not buy, look. Unless I found something totally amazing!

However, with all of that said, it was a great time! I still have a few more photos for another time on the farmer's market. Another beautiful thing. But that's all for now. Presents to be wrapped, groceries to be bought, milk to be consumed.

Happy Saturday!