still haven't told anyone. Including you, probably! So shhhh.
Grant was so busy on Friday, we (yes, we, I scanned all 64 pages, thanks) only got his final in just after midnight (it wasn't due until 4am, so no worries there), and then my parents were up, and so...no time. So now I don't know. I need to tell someone, I'm going bananas. I actually had to lie to my mom, because it's about that time, you know, when people start expecting another baby to come along any time now. So we were talking about that, I was joking about how I'll try for a girl for the next one, because every time we're out we see such beautiful little girly things (although really, really, I'll be happy if this one is a boy also. Kieran is fantastic, and it'd be a lot easier in many ways to have another boy.) so anyway, I told her I'd keep her posted, but as far as I knew I wasn't knocked up yet. She said, are you sure? You had your period in Maine, have you had it since then? Yes, sure have! Sorry Mom. Put me on the spot though! I don't want to tell people over the phone, jeepers. I have to tell Erin in person for sure, last time I told her over the phone, because she was supposed to come to the cottage where I would have seen her, but then wasn't going to make it, and I was worried she was going to find out from someone else.
No real goings-on yet. Started work today, and am glad for the thus-far lack of any barfiness. Supposedly the 2nd time is better for "morning" sickness, but I know a few people who did not find that to be true. One girl actually was not sick at all with her first, and was so sick she had to be medicated the 2nd time around. She had a girl the 2nd time too though, and that's another myth, that you're more sick with a girl. I was sick, but not too badly, with Kieran, so we'll see if that one holds true. Remember I barfed in the shower? That was gross.
I'd like to ask Grant how he'd like me to tell him about our "next" pregnancy, but can't think how to do that without arousing suspicion. Much like the taking the 'rents to A&W. I also just had a perfect opportunity to ask him, because a girl on TV was calling her semi-boyfriend to tell him, and I was like, wow, not a great way to deliver that news. But Grant didn't acknowledge it. Jerk. He's playing on Facebook, so, quite busy.
I'm going to bite the bullet and publish this bad boy, if only so I can obsessively check the little baby ticker thing at the bottom. Whee! So don't tell anyone if I haven't told you like, in person yet. Thanks. And, sorry if this is how you're finding out. What are you doing reading this page anyway??
Monday, August 27
Friday, August 24
deja vu
all over again.
I'm reading my posts from last time I was at this stage. I'm so, so glad I decided to journal everything from last time. Mostly the only thing I remember from last time is the being pregnant, hugely so (although Tiresa beat me on that front, big time). I remember other stuff, but I don't remember, until I read it, the feeling of like, no, I'm probably not really pregnant, the test was wrong, I'll have my period....tomorrow. But that's exactly what I had written last time. It just doesn't seem real yet I guess. I haven't told anybody, which is part of it. I may tell my sister today, I need to tell someone. I may also tell Grant tonight. I hadn't just because he was so stressed with his final, but that's done, so game on. No brilliant ideas other than making Kieran a t-shirt that says "big brother: 26-04-08". I'm not sure Grant would notice though, is the thing. I'll think of something. But yes, my parents are coming up tomorrow, and I'd like to tell them in person. My mom and I had talked a while ago, and my dad thinks that A&W ad is awesome, where they get his parents supper and they get the dad a grandpa burger. I'd have to get Dad 2 though for him to get it. I don't think they make grandma burgers. Again. I'll think of something. Grant is actually going away tomorrow, but I don't think he'd mind. He was sort of hiding out when I told them last time at the cottage, he stayed home, but that was a bit different.
So yes. I'm having some lunch, Kieran is napping. Have I told you how great he is? Sure, he's 2, and he acts it sometimes, but mostly, he's great. He just decided he was tired, and went up to have a nap. GREAT. Love him so much. He's in a big bed now, so we usually have a cuddle before bed, which is really nice.
That's it for now. I'm not even publishing this yet, so basically I'm talking to myself. Nice!
I'm reading my posts from last time I was at this stage. I'm so, so glad I decided to journal everything from last time. Mostly the only thing I remember from last time is the being pregnant, hugely so (although Tiresa beat me on that front, big time). I remember other stuff, but I don't remember, until I read it, the feeling of like, no, I'm probably not really pregnant, the test was wrong, I'll have my period....tomorrow. But that's exactly what I had written last time. It just doesn't seem real yet I guess. I haven't told anybody, which is part of it. I may tell my sister today, I need to tell someone. I may also tell Grant tonight. I hadn't just because he was so stressed with his final, but that's done, so game on. No brilliant ideas other than making Kieran a t-shirt that says "big brother: 26-04-08". I'm not sure Grant would notice though, is the thing. I'll think of something. But yes, my parents are coming up tomorrow, and I'd like to tell them in person. My mom and I had talked a while ago, and my dad thinks that A&W ad is awesome, where they get his parents supper and they get the dad a grandpa burger. I'd have to get Dad 2 though for him to get it. I don't think they make grandma burgers. Again. I'll think of something. Grant is actually going away tomorrow, but I don't think he'd mind. He was sort of hiding out when I told them last time at the cottage, he stayed home, but that was a bit different.
So yes. I'm having some lunch, Kieran is napping. Have I told you how great he is? Sure, he's 2, and he acts it sometimes, but mostly, he's great. He just decided he was tired, and went up to have a nap. GREAT. Love him so much. He's in a big bed now, so we usually have a cuddle before bed, which is really nice.
That's it for now. I'm not even publishing this yet, so basically I'm talking to myself. Nice!
Tuesday, August 21
here we go again
oooh ooh ooh
I'm pretty sure that's a song.
So, I sort of had this feeling that maybe I was pregnant, but I generally think that every month. Why? Who knows. So, I'm thinking probably I'm not, just my general paranoia.
Turns out, not so much.
Interesting.
Do me a favour though, if you're reading this, and it's not like, common knowledge, be a dear and don't spread it around. I'm pretty sure nobody reads this anymore, but I did just pass the address along to my dear frien Jenn for her sister, so if either of you is reading, SHHHH. While I'm not quite in the same situation as with Kieran, this won't come as a "wooohooo, we're pregnant again!" moment, I don't think. Except for the grandparents. Those guys are pretty funny. So, I now have the wonderful task of waiting, trying to figure out when / how to tell the man (not this week, he's writing a final for what will quite likely be the hardest of all his masters courses. no need to add to that stress!). I'd like to get through telling everyone with no crying this time. I cried when I told Grant about Kieran, because I was so worried about what it would mean for us. You'll recall things were different then as far as jobs and living arrangements. I cried when I told my parents because, well, same reason basically. I felt like I was 14 and knocked up by my inappropriate boyfriend. He wasn't inappropriate, that's just how nervous I felt. This time, it should be less scary. I'm going to even try to think of some interesting / creative way to tell people. Maybe.
Apparently the 2nd time around is a fair bit different from the first. It will be for me in a lot of ways. Different city, for one. Living with the man, for another. I'll be able to send him out to do my midnight craving bidding. I only made him go get me ice cream once last time, and that was at about week 40 and more because I just felt he'd gotten off too easy thus far than because I really thought I needed it. Also things start to happen sooner, symptom wise, which could be interesting. As we speak there are some beautiful raspberries on my kitchen counter that are making me want to barf, they smell really weird. They taste fine, but the smell is enough to drive me from the room. It took me a couple of hours to even figure out what the smell WAS, since I don't normally associate gross with raspberries. That could just be me being weird though.
Anyway. That's about it for now. Babycentre.ca says my due date is April 26th. So SO strange. I'll keep you posted.
I'm pretty sure that's a song.
So, I sort of had this feeling that maybe I was pregnant, but I generally think that every month. Why? Who knows. So, I'm thinking probably I'm not, just my general paranoia.
Turns out, not so much.
Interesting.
Do me a favour though, if you're reading this, and it's not like, common knowledge, be a dear and don't spread it around. I'm pretty sure nobody reads this anymore, but I did just pass the address along to my dear frien Jenn for her sister, so if either of you is reading, SHHHH. While I'm not quite in the same situation as with Kieran, this won't come as a "wooohooo, we're pregnant again!" moment, I don't think. Except for the grandparents. Those guys are pretty funny. So, I now have the wonderful task of waiting, trying to figure out when / how to tell the man (not this week, he's writing a final for what will quite likely be the hardest of all his masters courses. no need to add to that stress!). I'd like to get through telling everyone with no crying this time. I cried when I told Grant about Kieran, because I was so worried about what it would mean for us. You'll recall things were different then as far as jobs and living arrangements. I cried when I told my parents because, well, same reason basically. I felt like I was 14 and knocked up by my inappropriate boyfriend. He wasn't inappropriate, that's just how nervous I felt. This time, it should be less scary. I'm going to even try to think of some interesting / creative way to tell people. Maybe.
Apparently the 2nd time around is a fair bit different from the first. It will be for me in a lot of ways. Different city, for one. Living with the man, for another. I'll be able to send him out to do my midnight craving bidding. I only made him go get me ice cream once last time, and that was at about week 40 and more because I just felt he'd gotten off too easy thus far than because I really thought I needed it. Also things start to happen sooner, symptom wise, which could be interesting. As we speak there are some beautiful raspberries on my kitchen counter that are making me want to barf, they smell really weird. They taste fine, but the smell is enough to drive me from the room. It took me a couple of hours to even figure out what the smell WAS, since I don't normally associate gross with raspberries. That could just be me being weird though.
Anyway. That's about it for now. Babycentre.ca says my due date is April 26th. So SO strange. I'll keep you posted.