tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340333782024-03-07T01:21:13.853-05:00Sometimes SisyphusRoll the boulder up the hill.
Let it run back down.
Roll it up again.
Repeat.
So it goes.Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.comBlogger295125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-2978388035812061782011-12-30T22:17:00.003-05:002011-12-30T22:17:30.821-05:00Bidding adieu to 2011
There's my little guy crawling to the future.
I can't believe that I'll be going back to work in a couple of months. It's time though. He's doing well [touch wood] and well on his way to becoming his own little person. Although his birth was quite the ordeal, he was, and continues to be, my joy this year. Not that a kid doesn't bring stress - whoever gets pregs with the idea that it will bringSnoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-14455037747360850442011-12-19T12:49:00.002-05:002011-12-19T12:49:56.320-05:00Body image
Ah yes, the photo above seems to show what everyone believes women see when they look in the mirror. That seems to 1980s to me though as nowadays I think that many people have my issue - I've gained weight but still see the 'thin' me when I look in the mirror. Really. So reverse the above pic and you have more the Snooze perception.
Rationally I know I've gained weight and no, I'm Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-9864467966836332752011-11-14T20:51:00.001-05:002011-11-14T21:17:23.508-05:00Blogging blockI have not been blogging in a while. Part of it is the baby, and part of it is that so many people have stopped blogging now. I miss the days when there were so many bloggers. Facebook/Twitter are not the same. On FB I know all the people and the updates are so brief. It's great for remembering birthdays, but otherwise all it does is suck up my time on superficial updates.
Anyhow, back to Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-44738478042161246062011-09-28T09:38:00.002-04:002011-09-28T09:38:51.611-04:00And the moving hell continues...I had a different post planned - all about my negative body image (oh yes, bet you're sorry I didn't go into that typical female rant...), but right now I'm waiting for the floor guys to come and replace our bedroom floor. Before we moved in, there was a leak in one of our bedroom windows and the whole floor was ruined. But the replacement never happened and eventually we bought IKEA wardrobes inSnoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-439681574858237932011-08-23T10:53:00.002-04:002011-08-23T11:00:35.778-04:00TrappedHaving a baby who is pretty easy-going is not too bad (I mean, it's a joy and all, I'm referring to the work part here). But moving? Hell. Hell, hell, hell. We have been in our new place for over a month now, but we still have too much stuff and contractors are still in and out finishing/fixing stuff. I'm slowly going mad and feeling trapped. Now that it's cooling down a bit though, I'm going to Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-17030297586457386652011-07-07T10:15:00.003-04:002011-07-07T10:26:26.905-04:00Newest member of the tribeThis is a pic from Pride week-end. We didn't stay long as the noise and crowds aren't ideal for a baby.Our little family only got keys to our new condo yesterday. Now the unpacking begins! We've been staying with family which is truly great, but we just want to be in our own place. This whole past month has been like being on hold and my world has shrunk down to me and the baby (and a bit of TM Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-16350830068375418692011-05-26T17:25:00.002-04:002011-05-26T17:26:47.172-04:00Nap timeSnoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-859981692949627312011-05-18T13:15:00.002-04:002011-05-18T13:19:29.348-04:00So proud of my little guyWhen I look at the first pictures of my son, I'm amazed that I have a chubby little guy at home now. So grateful to his medical team and that he's a fighter!Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-21851329121310162542011-05-14T10:22:00.002-04:002011-05-14T10:40:54.788-04:00What makes a boy?What is with children's toy and clothing branding today? I was ranting on Facebook how one outfit that my son has is not only blue, but the manufacturers had to go and print "BOY" on the front of it. WTF? Were they worried that some parent might go and - God forbid - buy that blue outfit for a female baby? Were they worried that despite a parent going with the 'boys in blue' code that some personSnoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-80539325979717035712011-04-26T09:32:00.002-04:002011-04-26T10:18:06.263-04:00Marital tiesI already noted that when I thought I was on my deathbed, I panicked about family finding my home porn. Lesson learned, when we had to move out of our place in order to show it, I made sure that the toy box was well stashed. However, I did overlook my bondage book - Two Knotty Boys show you the Ropes. No problem, I shoved it in a bag and took it with me to my parents [not hard to see where this Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-65678066030081670372011-04-17T12:55:00.002-04:002011-04-17T13:07:17.134-04:00impatience wonWhen Finn failed the car test (or as I look at it - the car test failed Finn) I immediately lost all adult coping skills and cried my eyes out in the middle of the nursery. The nurse who had been looking after him that day was so kind and comforted me assuring that many babies passed on their second try. Then the doctor arrived and we went into a more private area so he could talk to me about theSnoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-71589404297225781182011-04-13T07:14:00.002-04:002011-04-13T07:28:49.600-04:00Gratitude and yet impatienceAfter 9 weeks, my son was supposed to be released from hospital today but yesterday he 'failed' his car seat test. This was a test where they set my son in his car seat on a stand and monitored his oxygen levels. Long story, but the doctor assured me that this test had nothing to do with his actual health, my son is well, but that this controversial test will keep him in the hospital for another Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-80025329544966179552011-03-14T12:45:00.003-04:002011-03-14T13:26:48.159-04:00Marketing for lactation consultantsIf I had had a full-term baby I would have tried to breast feed, but if it hadn't worked, I would have switched to formula. However, for my little preemie, breast milk is essential and thus I am giving it a heroic effort, including taking prescription meds to increase my milk flow. I'm certainly producing enough to feed my son right now, but as he gets bigger, I won't be able to keep up with his Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-90014660598001935212011-03-09T08:16:00.002-05:002011-03-09T08:23:31.310-05:00Last requestsJust before I went into surgery, I began to think that I might not survive. As such, I was telling my parents to look after TM and make sure he was provided for as I hadn't gotten around to changing my will. At one point after, I was alone with my sister and I had a request for her as well. Me: If I don't make it...Her: Oh god... don't say that.Me: No but listen if I don't, I need you to do Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-6898345016347421532011-03-05T08:36:00.002-05:002011-03-05T08:46:45.966-05:00UpdateMy son is doing well. He's now 2 and a half pounds, which oddly seems huge to me. He was also moved to a new hospital where they have a nursery which is a step down in medical care - this is good - it means he doesn't need as much supervision. He is doing well but still needs a CPAP to help his breathe which isn't unexpected for premature babies.I am pumping away, hooked up like a heifer to an Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-46788979063788923952011-02-14T21:34:00.004-05:002011-02-15T12:11:16.799-05:00What I've been up toSome of you know this via FB, but the reason I haven't been blogging in a while is because I did indeed develop pre-eclampsia (in fact *severe* pre-eclampsia - I'm nothing if not dramatic) and gave birth 10 weeks early.The wonderful news is that TM and I have a beautiful little son. He has to stay in the NICU for the next few months, but he is doing well. I go each day to the hospital and visit Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-56319558369628667592011-01-30T10:36:00.002-05:002011-01-30T10:41:37.007-05:00Best Sunday morning tv everI was half-watching Coronation Street but then went to have a shower - when I came back out, the Canadian documentary expose show W5 was on. It's on the mob in Montreal. Anyhow, the part that is cracking me up is that they are playing surveillance tapes and phone taps and giving subtitles for everything. This is beyond hilarious - if you're not involved that is, If you are involved with the mob, Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-72185428760947905832011-01-30T09:01:00.003-05:002011-01-30T09:13:21.697-05:00One month and countingI have been low-level sick for a month now. It's very draining spiritually but whatever - people live with worse. I'm just frightened that I'm going to develop pre-eclampsia which can be life-threatening for mother and child. If that happens the only solution is inducing delivery which I'm too early for right now. Ah well, I have an appointment next week with my OB so I'll see what's up Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-58394444420888094422011-01-23T20:10:00.002-05:002011-01-23T20:28:05.349-05:00Who needs codeine?Apparently pregnancy is giving me the same crazy dreams. Mind you, that may be because I'm waking up all the freaking time (thank you pregnancy for putting my mild sleep apnea into overdrive) - and I'm remembering them. The other night I had a dream that I met blogger Stewie (he blogs "A Perfect Example" and writes reviews of horror movies). We ended up going to watch his favourite horror movie, Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-83213458700427137442011-01-08T13:40:00.002-05:002011-01-08T14:01:07.286-05:00More little lovesToday I feel like crap and so am back in love with Bird's custard. My mum used to make that for me and my sibs when we were kids, especially when we were ill. It's still completely soothing to me and is one of the few foods that appeals to me right now. I also am craving beans on toast but I have no beans, and worse, no bread. This will necessitate a trip to the grocery store later on today. I Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-21698626099768041622011-01-01T09:36:00.002-05:002011-01-01T10:13:59.103-05:00GratitudeWelcome 2011!There was so much that I had to be grateful for in 2010. Topping the charts would be family and friends, my in-laws, my new family (TM and growing ALF), the miracle that I was even able to get pregnant, still having a job, and the most awesome family doctor ever.Yet there are other smaller items that keep me going and deserve their own little shout-outs.Cipralex: Thank you little Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-1854290653628821482010-12-26T13:32:00.003-05:002010-12-26T13:35:22.966-05:00Peace to allI hope that everyone is enjoying the holidays. I am catching up on some much-needed sleep.Right now I'm watching Scarface on A&E right now. I prefer it to the Christmas schlock which has been polluting the tv channels of late. However, A&E is one of those channels that irritatingly blocks out 'bad' language. In Scarface this equates to about half the dialogue in scenes. More to the point,Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-1442934118502579372010-12-12T18:31:00.002-05:002010-12-12T18:37:21.554-05:00Sleeping sicknessBetween my week off and my first week back at work I've been quite productive during the week, and paying for it at the week-end. As in, I cannot stay awake. This used to happen to me as a student though - around February each year I would sleep for about 3 days straight. Today I got up with the dog, but ended up sleeping for another hour at eleven, and then another four hours at 2pm. I only Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-45445345937798179032010-11-29T22:39:00.003-05:002010-11-29T22:51:15.542-05:00Highs and LowsI have taken this week off to try and get on top of things at home. Or rather, to dig out from under the mess of laundry, outstanding cards to write, etc. It's not relaxing at all, but it will help with my stress level considerably if I can knock some things off my to-do list. I don't have the energy or desire to do enough after work, and TM doesn't either.One big happy event of the week is that Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34033378.post-81115303599308409852010-11-14T09:49:00.003-05:002010-11-14T09:58:51.296-05:00Please no. Not now. Not againSometimes I read my old blog posts and I realize how bad my depression got. It's difficult to explain to people who don't live with depression how ruthless it is. It's not like my whole life was a sad moment - truly there were some things about untreated depression that I miss - the sense of nihilism and adventure and focus to name a few. Yet, last night I was thinking that I haven't thought of Snoozehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05358347075690351485noreply@blogger.com12