Good Morning Humble Readers...
I hope you are all doing well this morning. It's a gorgeous day here on the flatland, blue sky, light breeze and the sun is shining. Our condo is nice and cool, and everything just seems restful. This is the spring I have been waiting for.
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Pregnancy news: nothing major to report. My weight has been fluctuating quite a bit, which I guess I should expect because it always has. It just freaked me out when it went up 4 pounds and stayed up for most of the past week. Thank you bloating, constipation, and water retension. It's back down today, thank heaven. I think I am going to have to get a chain for my wedding rings sooner rather than later, with the puffy fingers and everything. I find it interesting that the symptoms are still coming and going. A bit of pukiness, and for the last couple of days the b00bs of wrath have reappeared. On the random front... my fingernails are growing like mad! I just wish that they would grow stronger... they've always been on the soft side.
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Sadly, it appears that as long as we live in this building, we will not be able to get the pug I have been longing for. There was a condo board meeting last night and when my Beloved brought up the issue because we really want to have a vote on it, those present all had concerns... concerns that they have never expressed until now. Grrr! I love our little home, but I am really hoping that sometime in the next couple of years we will be able to sell and move up.
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Confession time: I have a breadmaker that I hardly ever use. I really want to start making better use of it. I am baking challenged, so I'm wondering if any of you lovely ladies (or gents if you're lurking) have any fabulous bread or bun recipes?
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Why is it that lab techs, nurses and doctors (in my experience) don't listen to their patients? I had to go for more bloodwork and ended up having 6 vials of blood taken. Generally, I have pretty good veins. And I've been through this enough to know which arm and where on the elbow works best. I told the tech to focus on the middle of the inside of my elbow, as that works best. Instead she goes for a vein on the outside edge of my arm. I knew that she wasn't going to get much of anything from that spot, but she kept digging like she was looking for oil. Finally she gave up and switched to the spot I mentioned, at which point all went swimmingly. Hmmm, maybe I do know my body? Now I'm sporting a lovely bruise from her digging expedition.
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If you haven't already, you need to swing by Mel's place and check out the Celebration Society! I'm planning on posting mine tomorrow.
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I'm thinking about going for a pedicure. It was going to be my reward to myself for losing 20 pounds. Of course, I didn't quite make it to 20 before our little halfling moved in. So I think, perhaps in celebration of getting to the second trimester in a couple weeks, I might splurge and go to a local spa. It's been years since I've had a pedicure. My tootsies need some tlc.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Hobbit-ish Potpurri: Saturday Night in the Shire
Happy Saturday night, Humble Readers!
It's been a while since I did a potpurri post, so I thought tonight would be a good time to update you on all the little things in our world.
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First up... I have a new love in my life. Now before you get all concerned, I am still beyond head over heels in love with my Beloved. However, I am way in love with a wonderful little piece of technology called the ov watch. If you haven't heard of it, it predicts ovulation based on chemical changes in your skin. It looks like a watch and has a sensor on the back. You wear it for 6 hours a day and it measures the level of chloride ions in your skin. Apparently, in the typical woman, the level of chloride spikes immediately following the LH surge. By measuring chloride levels, the watch then determines your fertile window, tells you where you are (non fertile days, fertile days 1-4, O day, and less fertile days). So... yesterday morning I woke up and the watch said 'fertile day 1'. Do the math and I should be ovulating on Tuesday. I haven't been this stress free pre-O in more than a year. I can plan our gof-ing, and not be worried about will my temp spike tomorrow and am I missing the eggie because I'm too pooped to party? I know it's not fool proof, but nothing is. Will it work for us? Who knows... but I know I'm enjoying not being as stressed about O.
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My Beloved preached his first ever sermon tonight. Our church has a small Saturday evening service, and since we are currently without a pastor, he was asked if he would be interested in leading a service. His sermon was great, and even though he rushed the liturgy a bit, I am crazy proud of him!
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In reference to my post from the other day, the one regarding the Canadian national anthem... Perhaps the Honourable Mr. Stephen Harper reads my blog. Are you lurking, Mr. Harper? Are you taking your cues from this little hobbit? (AS IF... lol) I guess it doesn't matter if he reads this or not, the thing that matters is that he has done a 180, he has heard the Canadian people, and he has said that the politically-correct-ifying of 'O Canada' will not be on his agenda. Woo-hoo! If it ain't broke...
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Dinner last night was a fifty-fifty success. I made chicken breasts stuffed with herbed goat cheese and wrapped with proscuitto (is that spelled right? the new updated blogger doesn't seem to have spell check) and sundried tomato risotto. The chicken had too much proscuitto (this hobbit doesn't like bacon, but I was trying to expand my palatte) and it needed something. Maybe a pesto sauce or something? But the risotto... O. M. G. I cannot even tell you how good it was! I can't take credit for the recipe... it's all Ree over at Pioneer Woman. I cut her recipe in half and still had a bunch left over for lunch, and it was divine!
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We are still hoping for a pug to expand our family, but we have recently come up against some road blocks in the form of our condo board. We have to change the by-laws for our building to allow for a dog, but the last time we brought it up, everyone seemed okay with it. When my Beloved sent out emails just to ask if everyone would be okay with it if we went ahead and got the dog before the bylaw was officially changed because the breeder we have been in contact with has pups available now, the first response we got back was less than favourable. As in NO! And this was someone who doesn't live in the building (they rent their unit out to a bunch of partying college kids)... they cited the thin walls and worries over noise. Pot, meet Kettle. We still have a shot, we just need to get a yes from every other owner (need 5 out of 6). *Sigh* I wonder what she'd say if we actually get to bring a baby into our lives...
It's been a while since I did a potpurri post, so I thought tonight would be a good time to update you on all the little things in our world.
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First up... I have a new love in my life. Now before you get all concerned, I am still beyond head over heels in love with my Beloved. However, I am way in love with a wonderful little piece of technology called the ov watch. If you haven't heard of it, it predicts ovulation based on chemical changes in your skin. It looks like a watch and has a sensor on the back. You wear it for 6 hours a day and it measures the level of chloride ions in your skin. Apparently, in the typical woman, the level of chloride spikes immediately following the LH surge. By measuring chloride levels, the watch then determines your fertile window, tells you where you are (non fertile days, fertile days 1-4, O day, and less fertile days). So... yesterday morning I woke up and the watch said 'fertile day 1'. Do the math and I should be ovulating on Tuesday. I haven't been this stress free pre-O in more than a year. I can plan our gof-ing, and not be worried about will my temp spike tomorrow and am I missing the eggie because I'm too pooped to party? I know it's not fool proof, but nothing is. Will it work for us? Who knows... but I know I'm enjoying not being as stressed about O.
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My Beloved preached his first ever sermon tonight. Our church has a small Saturday evening service, and since we are currently without a pastor, he was asked if he would be interested in leading a service. His sermon was great, and even though he rushed the liturgy a bit, I am crazy proud of him!
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In reference to my post from the other day, the one regarding the Canadian national anthem... Perhaps the Honourable Mr. Stephen Harper reads my blog. Are you lurking, Mr. Harper? Are you taking your cues from this little hobbit? (AS IF... lol) I guess it doesn't matter if he reads this or not, the thing that matters is that he has done a 180, he has heard the Canadian people, and he has said that the politically-correct-ifying of 'O Canada' will not be on his agenda. Woo-hoo! If it ain't broke...
*******
Dinner last night was a fifty-fifty success. I made chicken breasts stuffed with herbed goat cheese and wrapped with proscuitto (is that spelled right? the new updated blogger doesn't seem to have spell check) and sundried tomato risotto. The chicken had too much proscuitto (this hobbit doesn't like bacon, but I was trying to expand my palatte) and it needed something. Maybe a pesto sauce or something? But the risotto... O. M. G. I cannot even tell you how good it was! I can't take credit for the recipe... it's all Ree over at Pioneer Woman. I cut her recipe in half and still had a bunch left over for lunch, and it was divine!
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We are still hoping for a pug to expand our family, but we have recently come up against some road blocks in the form of our condo board. We have to change the by-laws for our building to allow for a dog, but the last time we brought it up, everyone seemed okay with it. When my Beloved sent out emails just to ask if everyone would be okay with it if we went ahead and got the dog before the bylaw was officially changed because the breeder we have been in contact with has pups available now, the first response we got back was less than favourable. As in NO! And this was someone who doesn't live in the building (they rent their unit out to a bunch of partying college kids)... they cited the thin walls and worries over noise. Pot, meet Kettle. We still have a shot, we just need to get a yes from every other owner (need 5 out of 6). *Sigh* I wonder what she'd say if we actually get to bring a baby into our lives...
Saturday, July 18, 2009
It's Finally Happened...
No, I'm not pregnant...
No, I haven't seen a heartbeat on an ultrasound monitor...
No, I haven't won the lottery...
(I've only experienced one of those three...)
I have decided that the time has come for us to seriously consider getting a furbaby. I have hit that wall where I need something little to care for. Something to cuddle. Something to baby... for lack of a better word.
So... it should be easy right? Decide on what particular flavour of furbaby I want, do my research, purchase the requisite supplies (collar, food dish, liscence, veterinary care), and then go out and bring said furbaby home. Like I said, easy right?
Not so much.
Our condo board currently doesn't allow dogs. And I'm allergic to cats.
*sigh* I just can't win.
But guess what? We have a plan!
(why does this sound so much like an infertility post?)
Our condo board has recently decided to self manage. Our building is small... only six units. And my Beloved has just offered to look after the accounting for the building. We are hoping (fingers seriously crossed) that we may earn enough goodwill from them the other owners that we may be able to petition the board to allow us to have a dog!
So like any good internet junkie, I'm now doing research... my ideal dog would be something small, short haired, quiet (so it doesn't drive our neighbours nuts). I'm leaning toward a pug, or something like it (a boston terrier or a french bulldog might do well too). If anyone has any input, I would welcome it.
No, I haven't seen a heartbeat on an ultrasound monitor...
No, I haven't won the lottery...
(I've only experienced one of those three...)
I have decided that the time has come for us to seriously consider getting a furbaby. I have hit that wall where I need something little to care for. Something to cuddle. Something to baby... for lack of a better word.
So... it should be easy right? Decide on what particular flavour of furbaby I want, do my research, purchase the requisite supplies (collar, food dish, liscence, veterinary care), and then go out and bring said furbaby home. Like I said, easy right?
Not so much.
Our condo board currently doesn't allow dogs. And I'm allergic to cats.
*sigh* I just can't win.
But guess what? We have a plan!
(why does this sound so much like an infertility post?)
Our condo board has recently decided to self manage. Our building is small... only six units. And my Beloved has just offered to look after the accounting for the building. We are hoping (fingers seriously crossed) that we may earn enough goodwill from them the other owners that we may be able to petition the board to allow us to have a dog!
So like any good internet junkie, I'm now doing research... my ideal dog would be something small, short haired, quiet (so it doesn't drive our neighbours nuts). I'm leaning toward a pug, or something like it (a boston terrier or a french bulldog might do well too). If anyone has any input, I would welcome it.
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