Friday, June 20, 2008
My pregnancy
I've been documenting this pregnancy by taking profile shots of myself every month, so you can all watch my tummy grow. The top one is me at 9 weeks and the bottom one is me at 13 weeks, taken last Sunday.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 11:40 AM
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
LOOONG over due!! Not to start off on a bad note but, I woke grouchily this morning at 5:30 to a near-two-year-old yelling MOMMY! MOMMY from the other side of his bedroom door in a very demanding tone. WHY!!!!!! His sleeping habits have been SO bad lately and I feel so discouraged and frustrated and stuck knowing there's more to come in another six months and I can't escape it. How can I possibly have another one?! What have I done to myself?
I've been so emotional lately, everything makes me cry. Even the dance auditions to so you think can dance give me the odd lump in the throat.
*sigh*
Adriel just poohed.
On Sunday we had a bit of an "adventure" As we all know (hopefully) Katie was induced and in labour. I invited Mom and the girls over for dinner. I made roast in the crock pot. Its so nice to come home from church to the smell of roast.
I started writing this a while ago and I'm tired of it and I don't feel like telling the story anymore, so yadda yadda yadda- Adriel had to get stitches in his chin while Katie was having her baby, and Mom, Natalie and Michealah were at my house eating the dinner I was almost done making when it happened.
What is it about raisin toast that's so yummy and makes it so you cant stop eating it? Raisin toast reminds me of the Sunday night before Bethany's wedding. Kyle and I went to Mom and Dad's to play games. Laura and Bethany were creating the nightmarish-to-put-up dangly thread things for the reception, and then we played up and down the river with muds and duds. Mom made us raisin toast for a snack and as soon as they'd land on the table we'd race to snatch them up. Laura and I have the same issues about butter on toast. It must be melted. We're the same that way. There was always the odd one that had a clump of unmelted butter on it, and Laura in her rush was always the one who picked up that one. Then she'd throw it back onto the plate and quickly snatch for another one, which was often already in someone else's hand. It became the race to get the good piece.
I miss my fwuffs. I had a dream about Amy. Well, really it was just that I got to see her and she was back from France and I nearly ran her over with a hug, because I was so excited to see her. She didn't return the enthusiasm and made a point of maintaining her distance while hugging me. Then I pulled back and asked her why she always did that to me. I guess I had Amy more on the brain this week because I went to a hair class called "tress it up" in Victoria. When I originally signed up for the class it was months ago and I was glad that it was in Victoria because I was planning to visit Amy while I was there. I didn't realize she wasn't going to be there. So I missed her while I was there. I was only there for the day, but I could have stayed longer. The class was really cool. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I learned lots of cool tricks for putting hair up, and the instructor was inspiring. The only thing I didn't like was being rushed to finish the up-do's. I take time. I've always felt that way with my art. I hated having dead lines in art class. It wasn't as if I waisted my time. I always went to class, and went right to work on my art and when I was done I was happy with it. When I'm rushed it stresses me out and I do way worse. Especially with hair. I need to think and make sure things are placed perfectly. Anyway. You'd think I'd be all excited to try these new things on myself, but I'm half lazy and get discouraged about putting my own hair up. Its too hard. I'm not good at it, blah blah blah.
Adriel discovered my skin tags the other day. It started with the moles on my neck. He asked me what it was and I said it was a mole. He has a little dark brown mole on his leg (which i find quite cute) so I showed him his mole. I was lying on my bed in the morning (sometimes after I'm up for a while, I go back and collapse on my bed and of course Adriel follows and then it isn't relaxing anymore because he's climbing all over me and jumping or stepping on my hair) and he noticed a tag in the crook of my arm. He concentrated hard enough to get his fingers on it and pull. I screeched and put my arms above my head. He immediately noticed one in my armpit and pulled it. I screeched again and rolled over. I was just wearing my garment top so a bit of my back was showing. He found one there and pulled. (I hadn't even realized I had one there. I'm COVERED!!) I wheeled back over again and he reached for the well known ones on my neck. Enough!! I know he's just curious about them, but come on!!
I'm pregnant. I have this growing roll on my waist. I looked like a quarter on a ham in bank surveillance camera. Although I never look good on those. I don't particularly WANT to go to hell and back with my body this time. What if I make it to hell and can't come back? Everyone always says with your fist you bounce back easier. I didn't even "bounce" back with my first. I worked for it. Not as hard as I could have, but it didn't just come on it's own either.
Is that enough for one post? I think so.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 9:00 AM