Archive for December, 2006

The turkey wasn’t the only thing that was stuffed

The last 5 days have been a whirlwind of activity and I have been a slacker when it comes to blogging.

Friday I left work early to finish packing for our Christmas holidays with both my family and Sgt.’s family. We left our small town at 5pm to make the 2 ½ hour drive to my mum and dad’s. The drive was good for the first hour or so then we hit freezing rain. Sgt took his time driving through the hills and got us safely to my hometown in just over 3 hours. 

We celebrated Christmas on Saturday at my parents home, the wee soldiers spoiled beyond their wildest dreams and headed to Sgt.’s parents for Christmas Eve. We met up with my BIL, his very pregnant wife and their two girls to celebrate an early mass. The church was packed to the rafters … literally. We were sat up in the choir loft and could reach up and touch the ceiling. Christmas Day was a sight to see. All together we number 15 in Sgt.’s family … 15 and ¾ if you count the SIL bump. All packed into the rec room to open over 100 gifts. It took us over two hours to get it all done. Dinner was amazing; Sgt.’s dad sure knows how to put on a feast. I ate and ate and ate. The maternity pants I bought last week sure did come in handy. 

Speaking of maternity pants, they are all that I am able to fit into now. And at 8 weeks nonetheless!  I am not able to get into see my GP until the New Year. Her office will re-open on the 8th and I will call to make an appointment then. The paranoia has not gone away. I still continue to check for blood every time I wipe and concoct all kinds of horrific scenarios in my mind when I get a cramp or twinge.   

For 2007 I wish I still had the ignorant bliss of early pregnancy that I had before the miscarriages and I wish all of my friends in the IF community could enjoy that ignorant bliss as well.

I’m off to catch up on everyone’s blogs …

December 26, 2006 at 8:38 pm Leave a comment

A tiny pixel that flickers … a sight to see

Our trip to Toronto went well. Traffic was a bit hellish but that is always expected.

The ultrasound showed one sac, one little heartbeat and an embryo measuring 10.4mm. Bang on where it should be for 7w1d. I have some photo’s that I will try and scan later.

My RE has signed off on me. I am now in the hands of my GP and will be referred to an OB in the new year.

Over one hurdle but the fear of another loss is not far from my thoughts. Does that ever go away?

December 19, 2006 at 6:01 pm 2 comments

Is that an embryo in your tummy or do you just need to poop?

Work, last week, was insane. We had 12 new agents hit the floor and I did straight floor support all week for these 12 people. Just me and one other guy. It was fun but exhausting. Sgt would pick me up at 5pm and I would nap for 30 minutes on the way home.  

Just a quick update.

Still tired, boobs still sore and still having trouble with pooping. I give up.

I bought some pants this weekend at 0ld*Navee. They had these great khaki’s on sale in the maternity section for just $19.99 and jeans for $6.97! I have already grown out of my regular jeans although I’m not sure if it’s my uterus or just the crap piling up in me.

Ultrasound tomorrow at 1pm. I will be 7w1d and the re is pretty sure we’ll be able to see some activity on the screen. I’m betting he’ll be able to see all the shit stuck in my colon.

December 18, 2006 at 10:48 pm Leave a comment

There truly is no life like it

Sgt left a message on my cellphone last Tuesday. It went a little something like this.

“Call me. I have news.”

When ever Sgt says those three little words ‘I have news’ it can only mean a few things.

  1. He is being deployed to a wartorn country.  
  2. We are getting a posting notice.
  3. He has injured himself in some way and I need to pick him up at the infirmary.  

You have one guess as to what ‘the news’ is. Here’s a clue. He is not being deployed and I did not need to leave work early to pick him up at the infirmary. If you guessed number two I have some lovely dried prunes for you.

It looks like we will be moving to a new location this summer. No guarantees just yet, that will come sometime in March. If this pregnancy goes well and according to plan I will be selling this house, buying a new one, registering the wee soldiers at a new school, filing for unemployment and moving it all in mid-July. My due date is August 6.       

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On a more upbeat note … the SLW  is no longer a thorn in my paw. She has been fired for manipulating an account that was not hers, a violation of our Privacy Policy. I did a little jig upon hearing the news. T’was a glorious day for this gal.

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And when life seemed like it could not get any better … I pooped. Twice in one day. It was a beautiful moment. As promised, no details. Thank you all for your kind words and advice. It seems like both the prunes and the dried apricots did the trick. 4 of each every night before bed. I am still not regular but I will take what ever I can at this point.

December 11, 2006 at 8:02 pm 4 comments

Desperatley Seeking Defecation

Early Pregnancy Symptoms 

  • Nausea   … check
  • Nipple and/or Breast tenderness   … check
  • Fatique   … check
  • Frequent urination    … check
  • Constipation    … check, check and double check

I am full of shit, literally. I have not had a decent poop since Sunday morning and my body is beginning to bloat like a dead caribou caught in a river. Not a pretty image I paint here is it?

I am doing everything I can think of to create an earth shattering bowel movement experience. I have added a third of a cup of fibre cereal to my regular morning meal of Spe*cial K with Red Berries, drink a lot of water, eat plenty of fruit but still find myself begging my body to react.

Please, if you have any suggestions or just want to share, leave a comment. I would be very much grateful and promise not to share with you the details when I do finally poop.

December 7, 2006 at 11:10 am 6 comments

A lump of coal for this lass

In keeping with the festive season I have decorated my header with a little fella waiting beside the tree. It is the most decorating I have done so far.

I have always loved getting the house ready for Christmas. I look forward to it. We have a large box filled with ornaments and each one has a story behind it. My wee soldiers look forward to bringing out each one and hearing the tale that goes with it. There is a little chicken sitting on an egg with the caption ‘Mom -to-be’ on it dated 1992. This was the year I was pregnant with my Brown-eyed Boy. There is a cozy home dated 1995, marking our first home purchase. Each of the boys has a Baby’s 1st Christmas. There has to be at least 50 of these Hall*mark ornaments to hang on our tree and trimming our tree is a full weekend event.

This year I have not had any inkling to decorate the house. I’m not in the Christmas mood. Shopping seems like a huge chore. I never feel like going out to the shops, fighting with fellow shoppers for the perfect parking spot, the perfect gift etc.  Maybe it’s because I am too tired at the end of the day, maybe it’s because we have no snow. This year we won’t even be home for Christmas day, we’ll be a Sgt’s parents home. I am thinking about putting up our little 4ft tree and letting the boys decorate it with a few of their favorite ornaments.

Is it just me or is there anyone else out there feeling a little less Christmas Cheer this year?

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BarrenAlbion has set up a holiday card exchange for fellow IF bloggers. She’s an ambitious gal and must be full of the holiday spirit. Pop on over and sign up, I did. You’ll be able to send out some cards as well as get oodles of cards from around the globe.

December 3, 2006 at 8:04 pm 2 comments

Tis the Season for Goodwill Towards Men

We had our First Annual Holiday Party for work last night. One of our new hires was especially drunk before the dinner had even begun. She had to keep pulling up the top of her dress because her boobs kept threatening to fall out. Great first impression. Who the hell was responsible for hiring this girl?

After the meal Sgt had to use the Little Boys Room and when he came out he said “Someone’s in there ‘getting it on’.”

You have three guesses as to who that someone could have been.  If you guess correctly I have a crumpled shabby chic, used previously enjoyed post-it with a reminder to feed the puppy 3 cups of kibble per feeding written on it for you to win.

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Other then the tiredness and occasional nausea I really don’t feel pregnant. I mentioned this to Sgt. and he thinks I’m a nutter. Why must I obsess over the little things?

December 3, 2006 at 11:38 am Leave a comment


Who’s that girl?

Me: 36, army wife and mother of two boys. Hoping for "one more miracle". We have tried the adoption route for almost 7 years and have recently changed directions. We are now down this road travelled by many, IF Blvd. 3 diui's, one BFN, two BFP and two heatbreaking miscarriages later we are at a crossroad ... do we try just one more time? Come along for the ride, be sure to have your tables in the upright position and your seatbelt firmly secured ... it is sure to be a bumpy ride.

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