Gag me with a spoon

Morning sickness symptom. Tresa was putting the topping on my steak that we got from the St. Lawrence Market earlier today, and she said it was making her gag. I asked her if she wanted me to go to the supermarket and pick up bread or potatoes or anything. She wasn't in the mood for anything - food wise. I guess that's good cause it's normal. I offered to get fish, maybe she'll smell it, well maybe look at it and she'll like it. I thought that maybe the baby would like the fish. But she said - "Momma don't like fish."

While we were shopping for groceries at the market, we ran into a couple with a 13 month old in a backpack carrier. I was curious to know where they got the baby carrier and they said to get the Kelty from Europe bound. It was about 300.00. Hmm...more money outta my pocket. Oh well, and she said the new born carrier was great because the baby would sleep while she ate dinner. Even when the ate out. They said the carriers were great because the baby was able to see everything and he was a happy baby. Well he was smiling with both teeth. :-D

Lost & Found

We found the Materna. It was in Tresa's shoe, that's been sitting in a bag in our living room ever since we got back from NJ. Which was the 10th of Sept.

She hasn't had much of an appetite. Everything is making her want to gag. At least that's how she describes it.

She's taken the last 2 days off and tomorrow because she's just felt really sick. The only thing she's really eaten is the Chinese instant noodle soup. That stuff is full of MSG. So BAD! But it's better than nothing, I suppose.

I'll be off tomorrow so I'll head to the grocery store to see what stuff won't make her turn green. Well, off white.

We figured out that the pregnancy test was the 18th of August and the 26th was the ultrasound. So that makes more sense. Now we just have to figure out what the conception date was.

Pull my butterfinger

That's what I found on the coffee table, wrappers of Butterfinger chocolate bars (but only the mini ones), along with popsicles, well popsicle sticks. The popsicles were eaten. We're still a few weeks away from her first ultrasound on Oct 5th. And even that date is just shy of the end of her first trimester.

You see we're a little confused about the date of conception. We had done a procedure back on July 26/27 and she had her pregnancy test on Aug 18th, we think. Then the ultra sound on the 24th, we think. We can't remember now. I should have written it down. But I could always go ask the fertility specialist. At the time of the ultrasound she was supposedly 6 weeks. But it was only 4 weeks since the procedure. But 6 weeks from her last cycle.

So Oct 5th is either 10 or 12 weeks depending on which date you start from. So thanksgiving will be the tail end of her first trimester.

And now we can't find the Materna. We got back from NJ and Tresa can't figure out where her vitamins are. Must be the pregnancy. Nah, this is normal. But I'm afraid it'll get worse. I'm sure it will. God help me. I guess I'll go to Wal-Mart and get more Materna. But she's in no rush to get it cuz the iron made her sick to her stomach. I dunno what's she's talking about, the last time we had bought Materna, I had ended up taking it. I'm anemic so I get low in iron. So I had no problems with plugging up the plumbing. It's basically a multi-vitamin. I didn't grow hair in odd places nor did my boob grow larger. She's taking folic acid and a multi-vitamin separately.

What I found out was that the folic acid is supposed to reduce the chances of birth defects. Finding all this stuff out really makes having a baby really complicated and a little scary. But we're happy none the less. Concerned, but happy.

My cousin-in-law Chris, mentioned to us about Doula. Mid-wives. I'm going to have to look into it. What else. I have to get the vents cleaned up and ready. I have to get the sofa design and the fabric to the manufacturer. What else? Oh ya. I have to finish cleaning up the garage. Seal the chinese warrior statue (Tresa was supposed to do this, but like everything else she has to make a decision on and get done, she won't do it until it's brown like me and then ask me to ask Mel how to get back to it's original colour - white). Anything else?

Ya. Pray for help.

Trial run

We went over to my brother and sister-in-law's place for dinner Sunday and they have a 16 month old daughter and a 32 month old son. My brother and sister-in-law know that Tresa is expecting. And they're happy for us. Mainly because they can't wait to torment our kid, like the way I've tormented every other baby in our family.

I don't see it as tormenting, I don't even know what they are talking about. I see it as treating the kids as little people (adults). And everyone knows I love kids. I always have, so how could I torment anything. It's a MYTH! How could I have been tormenting the kids if the kids keep coming back for more.

Anyways their son was passed out on the couch sleeping. And I didn't have any M&M's to shove up his nose. But then I thought, he'll wake up bawling his eyes out. It's not so much fun anymore once you're an adult but when you're a kid doing that to your sleeping cousin, it's a hoot. You see when some kid wakes up crying non-stop, it's hard on the ears, plus it's difficult to hear what you're watching on TV. So now I'm thinking of getting that box from Expressvue that can record programs, sort of like the TIVO that my cousin has in the US.

A week ago we had just spent 2 weeks with my cousin and her husband in NJ and their 5 month old baby. All in all it was pretty easy. He burped with no problem, after getting his fill, it was as easy as holding him up and within 2 breaths he belched like his mama. And farted like her too. Like a machine. We had it pretty easy, we didn't have to change him or bath him. We found it harder to get my cousin to go out for a walk. I think the tough thing with a new born, was trying to figure out what each cry meant. Sometimes he was hungry, thirsty, wet, tired or bored. It was a constant process of elimination. I can see that I'd better practice patience. Should be fun.

On Saturday evening we were with my wife's sister and brother-in-law with their son, Tresa's sister had called us over for an emergency. We had to help her move some big cabinet from Homesense into their home. They have a 3 year old son. For the most part he's really good. Pretty well behaved, but now he's in potty training mode. Not sure if anyone remembers this time of their lives but accidents happen and it stinks. Anyone ever think their going to fart and your body send some extra bonus items along. Well, you know how you know somethings wrong when this happens? Well some toddlers don't know what that extra weight is. I'll have to remember to put the plastic on the furniture, like some parents did.

So Sunday was the view into the future if there are two kids. Seems like a lot of work. Right now the baby's really quiet in Tresa's belly. At my brother's place, we had one kid screaming for no reason and the other screaming at the other to stop screaming. It was kind of funny. But I think reality was starting to sink in, cuz I was beginning to fall asleep.

That was the other thing on my mind. Sleep. I had just rode 63 km that morning with my buddy up in Caledon and it was beginning to catch up to me. I like sleep. Everyone tells me that sleep is a rare commodity in the first few months. I'm kinda scared. Excited but scared.

One thing I learned from my sister-in-law is that you have to lay down the law. No giving in to the wailing or screaming. They have to know where they've crossed the line. Cuz after the wailing and screaming came the crying for forgiveness like they were going to be thrown to the wolves as food. All I could hear was "I'm sorry mommy!" when he was being taken up to his room. I'll have to remember this line to get them to stop crying - "you only cry when you're hurt or in pain"

We've got a long ways to go, but I think the time will fly. Oh god help me.

The first tri

So we think that we're at about 8 weeks into the pregnancy. We're not exactly sure. But go back to the 26th of July, because that's when the procedure was done. Now it's Sept 20th. So far so good.

We haven't told very many people. We were just in NJ visiting my cousin. There's no way we're going to tell her. The news would spread as fast as the speed of a mouse click or the speed dial on the phone. The only limiting factor would be the speed of her thought process. HA!

We told her husband though. We know he can keep a secret. And he was ecstatic for us. We told him on the ride home on the AMTRAK from NY the day we went to the US OPEN. It was a hot day in NY, a little muggy. The food was unbelievably expensive. 3 USD for a 500ml of bottled water. WOW. US dollars must grow on trees. Cause we have to go to the bank and pay a heft price for their greenback.

We hooked up with our American roommate from N.Y. outside of Saks Fifth, outside on 5th Ave for lunch and to catch up for the last 2 years. She asked us what we bought so far today. Which was kind of ironic because we'd gone to Old Navy to get a maternity outfit there that wasn't exactly on sale, but it was cheap and we didn't have it in Canada. So we told her we had gotten some maternity clothes. I wasn't sure about spreading the news, but we're so happy to be where we are right now in our lives that we had to share it with the person who happened to be there when we first got engaged in Thailand. And it seem only fitting that we tell her in person and not via a mass email. Or even a personal email. Of course Tresa was the one that gave the go ahead. I've learned to look first for the go ahead, before jumping in.

Tresa's starting to feel the effects of morning sickness, but it comes and goes. It comes in the morning as a headache and dizziness and then some light nausea during the day and then goes at night before bed as a spinning room. Probably like the way I felt when Chris and I went on all the rollercoster rides at Six Flags.

What time are you expecting?

yep...we're going to be parents! After many moons of trying and getting disappointed we did it. We're going to be parents. We're feeling excited but still in a state of disbelief.

Tresa's starting to feel the effects of morning sickness, but it's happening at night. So I guess it's the variant called night sickness.

I got her some Preggie Pops. These lollipops that are supposed to reduce or eliminate the effects of the morning sickness. They're a little pricey at a buck a pop. 8 dollars for 8 pops. Yikes.

Well let me backtrack about a month or so ago....waaaaay back....

We had to see a specialist to make it happen, this was a long process of elimination of trying one procedure first before going on to the next. It can be a little frustrating for both parties involved, but you both have to work together to support each other and get through it.

So, we did this last procedure back in July and then in August she had to take a blood test to verify if she was prego or not. I happened to be working at home and I knew she would call the doctor's office to find the news.

I got a call in the early afternoon from her, I was expecting the worst, then she told me that we were going to be parents. I was in shock, mainly because I'd been a kid all my life, I'd been playing at recess for so long. Now I was going to be a father. So we're trying to keep it hush hush, but any family with any sort of technical expertise would be able to find this blogsite tracking our progress.

But that's a longshot. HA!

Long time no blog

Wow I haven't written in this thing in months!
Here come the excuses for not blogging. I've been busy. There.
It's been crazy at work. Well I think I let it get crazy.

It didn't have to be but that's how it's become.
Well I didn't want to start writing about work. That's something I am trying to leave behind once I am out of the front doors and riding home on my squeaky bike.

I passed another cyclist coming up Runnymede and he yelled - "Grease your bike, I can hear it a mile away". I said "GOOD, then you'll know I'm coming to pass you!" And he and I both laughed. I've had this bike for over 10 years now and I've never had it in for servicing once. That's how things should be. Maintenance free. When we were driving back from New Jersey, visiting my cousin. The ABS light came on. I thought "Grreat! more money." But then we stopped off at McD's south of Scranton and when I started the car again the light went off. "WOO HOO" I thought. No service required.

Don't get me wrong, I love my Subaru Legacy. It's 6 years old now and still going strong. I'm hoping it lasts another 10 years. Cars are a waste of money. Well, they're useful, but they are a drain on the pocketbook. If we need to get another car, when Tresa's '89 Corsica LTZ finally bites the rust dust, then I'll have to look into something used. But we'll see, when the time comes. Ain't financial debt grand.

Well you know what, it'll always be around so I'm not going to let it run my life. We have a mortgage, we have 1 outstanding loan, that's about a year from being paid off. So when we're at that stage where that loan is gone. Then I think it'll be a little bit easier to pay things off and have extra money for this other thing that will change our lives. Can't say right now what it is, but it's coming soon.

We still have to get a couch too. We've been looking and Tresa's really picky. But that's a good thing. She's a patient buyer. Always considers quality, construction and style. It's gotta look good and look good for a long time. It's difficult to get all of these things right away. She's taught me to shop. But she's a marathon shopper. I may be a marathon runner but she makes my feet hurt when we go shopping.