All Dressed Up
My poor husband had to take a picture of his cranky pregnant wife last night before I left for a mess diner. For those non-military readers a mess diner is a fancy to-do where we all get together (usually in our fanciest and sharpest looking uniforms) and share a good meal with wine and have marches played and toasts and speeches made. Now my fancy uniform (mess kit) was cut for me seven years ago when I graduated from university so there was NO WAY it was going to fit. I wrote a quick e-mail and go permission to wear civilian attire. Thankfully my friend Sue is about three months ahead of me in her pregnancy and she needed a fancy outfit for the Christmas ball so she had a beautiful long jacket made out of some material she picked up while working for a few weeks in China. Better yet, although Sue is a bit more petite than I, the jacket fit and she lent it to me. Back to poor Jason being stuck taking pictures; We’d both just woken up from an afternoon nap so we weren’t at our most patient anyways. He took three initial shots and I complained they were to far away, he took two more from a very unflattering angle which I promptly deleted…we both walked away from the camera to breath. I asked for one more try before I left and here is the result.
I guess I should have kept some of the first ones since they showed the length of the coat and the entire outfit, but as I said I had just woken up and wasn’t too pleased with any of the pictures.
I think a lot of it is stemming from my hate for my hair at this length. I’m still trying (in vain in seems) to grow this mop out. It feels like the only thing that is growing with any speed is (quite annoyingly) my bangs. I made a comment yesterday to Jason about wanting to cut it all off again, he said I wasn’t allowed. Now please don’t misunderstand, much to my husbands chagrin, he has no say in how I wear my hair and I do not need to ask permission. But it was my idea to grow it out and if he had only said ‘do whatever you want’; which is sometimes his reply when I whine unnecessarily about something completely in my control, I probably would have an appointment today to get it cut. Unfortunately without him ‘letting me off the hook’ from my original goal to grow it out long enough to pull back I can’t quite give up that easily. So much for enabling…lol.
Belly pics
What a difference four weeks makes. My belly is now starting to get in the way when I tie my shoes, but I realize that I “ain’t seen nothin’ yet”. Hopefully I can stave off needing Jason to tie my shoes until the weather warms up and I can get away with sandals 
Things continue to go well. I finally got news of my first OB appointment (we’ve been waiting for months to hear about this); I meet him/her end March and Jason is hoping to be able to come. He hasn’t made it to an appointment yet due to his course, for some reason my appointments are always scheduled when he has a critical review or a test. We start our prenatal classes the day after we meet our doctor; once we’re finished with the classes we’ll have a few meetings with our Doula, Donna, to discuss our wishes during and after the birth. I’m still sleeping pretty well, although I do wake up at least three times a night. Baby Towle is kicking up a storm lately and we can now ’see’ his/her movements through the belly – very cool.
One Month Challenge
After reading Jen and Christy’s blogs about one month for my health, I decided to jump on the bandwagon. I’ve said I am going to walk for one hour EVERYDAY in March. Now this isn’t groundbreaking, I know, but I’m setting myself up for success here. I already walk seven days a week already with my dogs. But on the weekends I tend to slack off and take the dogs to the field so they can run and chase the ball…this does not really count as a walk for me….I do very little exercise. I also want to continue taking the dogs to the field on weekends as this is their big ’steam release’ after five days of leash walking, so essentially this means I just need to take a bit more time on the weekends and the dogs get two walks, one on-leash and one off-leash.
The only challenge I really foresee here is the week of vacation we’re taking in March. Now I’m pretty sure I’ll get more than a hour of walking in at the theme parks everyday, but during our driving days I’m going to have to make a concentrated effort to get a walk in. Wish me luck!
Disappearing Act
I’m still here. I’ve just been preoccupied this week trying to get an assignment finished and to prepare for the conference that I’m at. I’d tell you about it, but someone once told me that physicists were boring….go figure. I can tell you that I’m in Fredericton, NB and the weather is gorgeous, cool but sunny…I wish I’d brought my skates! I’ve also learned that I can listen as hard as a want, there are somethings that I just don’t get and may never get…cause my gosh I’ve learned NOTHING from these talks and I’ve been listening. I think I read somewhere that baby can hear now (but it might be to early). I wonder if (s)he will grow up to be a physicist?
Thought of the day
Valentines day be darned….nothing says I love you like volunteering to get groceries on a Friday afternoon, so your wife doesn’t have to worry about it over the weekend…that my friends even beats vacuuming!
More Pictures of the unborn
As I said before this third ultrasound was to get some clear shots of the hands, feet and brain since they weren’t all that clear in the 19 week one. Baby T had his/her hands over his/her face for most of the appointment, but with a little cajoling from the ultrasound tech (s)he moved his/her hands for the last profile picture.
Hands:
feet:
profile:
Randomness
I went for a third ultrasound today. The results for the second one looked normal, but they did not have good view of the brain, hands and feet so they recommended a re-evaluation. I have more pics to share, but didn’t get them scanned yet…stand by to stand by….
School is driving my crazy at the moment. I have a conference in Fredericton next week and was really hoping to have some computer modeling done by then….the computer has other ideas.
I feel fat today. I know I’m pregnant and I know I’m still at a reasonable weight, but I’ve never weighed 170 lbs before, and now that I have a bit of a bump and it’s hard to bend over at times I feel tubby. I didn’t think I would.
Sleeping is beginning to be tricky…I usually wake up every two hours to switch sides. I hate sleeping on my side. That did not stop me from sleeping 11 hours last night from 18h30 to 05h30 this morning.
I think I’ll still go to bed at 21h00 tonight.
Jason and I do not celebrate valentines day (it seems to random and all commercial), but that didn’t stop us from vacuuming for each other today (because really what says I love you more than a fur free floor)
We’ve decided to get a doula for the birth and have found one who we are comfortable and who is available
I hope next post will flow better, but today I am working in point form
I learned three new carries with my wrap today, I hope I can retie them tomorrow.
Fat or not, I’m happy to be (almost) 23 weeks pregnant.
I’m not excited about the March trip to Disneyworld yet, part of my thinks it’s because I can’t go on all the cool rides, most of me thinks I’ll be pretty darn excited once this conference is over and I get something substantial written for my thesis (project).
Posted
So I received news from my career manager the other day and it looks like I’m posted to Ottawa next. I’ll be working at DJCP Space (Directorate Join Capabilities Production Space) which is located downtown Ottawa at NDHQ. Of course I have some maternity leave to take before I really start working there, but I might have to clear in and work a week or two before I start my leave (it sort of depends on when baby T wants to make an appearance). We’re pretty happy with the news, (since we knew Comox was out of the question) Ottawa was our first choice. My godmom lives in Ottawa and Westjet flies in frequently (for Grandparents to visit or us to head out west to visit). To sweeten the deal some of my good friends from college are moving to Trenton and Kingston around the same time and we already have some friends posted in Ottawa. Jason will remain in Kingston until he finishes his second course (hopefully in Dec 08, if he gets loaded early enough). I plan to take my maternity leave here and we’ll move to Ottawa as a family once he gets posted (umm…hopefully to Ottawa…we won’t visit the what if until we have to on that one).
Now that’s embarassing
I sit on an exercise ball at my desk at school. I’ve done this for at least eight months now because I found in my chair I was slouching on my left elbow whenever I used the mouse. I’ve gotten lots of looks, comments and questions about the ball, but for those of you who don’t know me, I’m different and don’t really care what you think about it so I liked my ball and people were always very polite about it. The other day it popped. well I was sitting on it. Thankfully no one was in my immediate office to see, but the guy next door came over to see if what the noise was (from the ball not me, I didn’t have time to make any noise because as I was wondering what the noise was, my ass was hitting the floor). He was very polite (I don’t know how, but he didn’t laugh) and concerned that me and baby were alright, I told him we were fine as my face flamed red. I told my husband about it and he laughed, then said sorry and asked if I was alright, ahhh…the beauty that is marriage.
The Green Monster
We’ve been living in Kingston now for over a year and a half, but have yet to establish a strong group of friends and acquaintances, not like we had in Comox. Now this is mostly our fault, we’ve treated this posting as temporary right from the start (I mean we were only going to be here for two years) and we’ve been busy with work/school/life and haven’t really gotten to involved with the local community (ie. going to local theatre, joining a club, starting a sport..etc.). Don’t get me wrong we’ve got some great friends here and enjoy get-togethers and game nights; but I don’t have the same ‘available’ friend structure I had back home. By this I mean someone I can call up short notice and say, hey lets go……(for coffee, to a show, shopping, walk the dogs etc.). But because he’s on course with a large group of displaced guys Jason has no problem finding someone to go do something with (I mean when you live in a room with three other grown men, it’s not hard to find excuses to go out), and I’m ashamed to admit I’m jealous.
Now , it’s not like I’m not welcome to join them (most of the time), but for me a trip to Futureshop and Audiotronics does not make a fun afternoon (just as I’m sure Jason doesn’t really enjoy shopping for fabric and trolling consignment baby stores). I guess I need to bite the bullet and start making some phone calls so that next time I want to kill a few hours in the afternoon by going out for coffee, or catching a ‘chick-flick’ that does not appeal to the boys, I can find someone who is free.
