She's here!!! :) :) :) Here's the text I just received with the fantastic news!
Baby Magnolia was born at 6:43pm, weighing 6lbs, 2oz. Mother, father and baby are all doing great.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
And Here We Go
Mrs. Magnolia texted me a few minutes ago. Her water broke last night and she's at the hospital now!
OH EM GEE!!!!!!
She and her hubby celebrated their 2 year wedding anniversary yesterday. What a wonderful present the baby will be. :)
Saturday, May 19, 2012
100 Days
There are lots of things that 100 days can refer to. For me, the next 100 days will forever be the last 100 days before becoming a mom.
I'm light years from my last major countdown. One section of that post really resonates with me.
"Twelve months ago, the beginning of the end arrived. It was June 2007 when everything started to unravel at a speed I couldn't manage. Watching my life dissolve before my very eyes was overwhelming to say the least.
And now sitting here, with twelve months in between that life and this life, all I can do is breathe. Big breath in, and all of it out. My life is better, but not. My outlook is clear, but fuzzy. My hope for the future is there, but not at all. Conundrum. I never really understood the weight of that word until now."
I'm sitting here with 5 years in between that life and this life. And all I can do is smile.
I'm light years from my last major countdown. One section of that post really resonates with me.
"Twelve months ago, the beginning of the end arrived. It was June 2007 when everything started to unravel at a speed I couldn't manage. Watching my life dissolve before my very eyes was overwhelming to say the least.
And now sitting here, with twelve months in between that life and this life, all I can do is breathe. Big breath in, and all of it out. My life is better, but not. My outlook is clear, but fuzzy. My hope for the future is there, but not at all. Conundrum. I never really understood the weight of that word until now."
I'm sitting here with 5 years in between that life and this life. And all I can do is smile.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Magic Moments
The Comedian felt the baby kick for the first time this morning, at 10:26am to be precise.
We were lying in bed and the baby started moving. I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.
"Did you feel that?"
"Nope."
...
"Oh, did you feel that one?"
"No..."
...
"Did you feel...."
"I FELT IT!!"
That was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Absolutely magical.
We were lying in bed and the baby started moving. I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.
"Did you feel that?"
"Nope."
...
"Oh, did you feel that one?"
"No..."
...
"Did you feel...."
"I FELT IT!!"
That was one of the most amazing moments of my life. Absolutely magical.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
But He Was So Hot In My Head
I'm responsible for ordering software at work through a third-party reseller. My rep Standley (yes, his parents put a "d" where it didn't belong) is totally awesome and helpful and has a super smooth, dare I say sexy, telephone voice. I always enjoy placing orders with him because his voice is so nice AND he laughs at all my jokes.
In my mind, I imagined him to be about my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, fit and wearing a snappy suit with an equally snappy tie every day.
We've often talked about our personal life, so he knows about when I got married and now that I'm expecting. He shared the story of his daughter being born at home, and what an amazing experience it was for him and his wife.
Recently, his office moved to using Lync, for their telecom solution which makes bugging him for follow up on software orders so much easier. Lync is like MSN chat on steroids. We've been using Lync for about a year now so it's awesome when I can contact people outside of my organization. One of the many features Lync offers is video calling.
So when Standley initiated a video call today, I was excited to finally put a face to the voice I've been talking to for almost two years. I also didn't think twice to answer it, even though I was working from home in my PJs, wearing my old glasses, with total bed head. It's my buddy Standley after all. I KNOW HIM.
Yeah, I don't know him because the guy on the other end wasn't the guy in my head. The guy on the other end looked like this:
I don't think I have ever been that disappointed in seeing someone for the first time. Actually, I do remember a guy I met online back in like 2002 who had a great photo and was awesome to talk to on the phone, but when we met in person, his forehead was a big bubble. Truly a BIG BUBBLE HEAD. So big that I couldn't stop staring at it. I just could not figure out how in all of his pictures, there was no bubble. Maybe he was a master at an early version of Photoshop.
In my mind, I imagined him to be about my age with blonde hair, blue eyes, fit and wearing a snappy suit with an equally snappy tie every day.
We've often talked about our personal life, so he knows about when I got married and now that I'm expecting. He shared the story of his daughter being born at home, and what an amazing experience it was for him and his wife.
Recently, his office moved to using Lync, for their telecom solution which makes bugging him for follow up on software orders so much easier. Lync is like MSN chat on steroids. We've been using Lync for about a year now so it's awesome when I can contact people outside of my organization. One of the many features Lync offers is video calling.
So when Standley initiated a video call today, I was excited to finally put a face to the voice I've been talking to for almost two years. I also didn't think twice to answer it, even though I was working from home in my PJs, wearing my old glasses, with total bed head. It's my buddy Standley after all. I KNOW HIM.
Yeah, I don't know him because the guy on the other end wasn't the guy in my head. The guy on the other end looked like this:
Yup. That's the Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons. And that is also Standley. Seriously, I think Matt Groening knows Standley and created the character in his spitting image.
I don't think I have ever been that disappointed in seeing someone for the first time. Actually, I do remember a guy I met online back in like 2002 who had a great photo and was awesome to talk to on the phone, but when we met in person, his forehead was a big bubble. Truly a BIG BUBBLE HEAD. So big that I couldn't stop staring at it. I just could not figure out how in all of his pictures, there was no bubble. Maybe he was a master at an early version of Photoshop.
I'm sad I know what Standley looks like. I want this guy back:
Sunday, May 6, 2012
For Once, It Isn't Me!
The Comedian is still sick!! He has been coughing so hard he's strained a muscle in his chest. I shipped him off to the walk-in clinic earlier this morning, where they determined he's got bronchitis! He really should have gone last week to take care of it, but you know how men are - all macho and shit. He has a shiny bottle of antibiotics now. I hope he fully recovers before my brother's wedding this weekend!
While I'm still sniffling, I have managed to escape succumbing to bronchitis the way I usually do when I get a cold. I think the baby has given me some sort of elevated immunity powers to fight off the infection. What a good baby.
While I'm still sniffling, I have managed to escape succumbing to bronchitis the way I usually do when I get a cold. I think the baby has given me some sort of elevated immunity powers to fight off the infection. What a good baby.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
So Much For That
I seem to have some sort of reverse perfect timing syndrome, in that some catastrophy manages to occur when it is least wanted or needed.
The Comedian and I went to NYC this past weekend for one last hurrah before the baby arrives. Two days before departure, he got sick with a cold courtesy of his coworker. One day before departure, I joined him in his misery.
We had to get up at 4am to get ready and drive to the airport to catch our 8am flight. 4am is not fun, not even a little bit. Even with the promise of being in my favourite city a few hours later, I was not a happy camper. Oh, and did I mention it was pouring rain?
We managed to get through security in a timely fashion and went to our gate. Our plane was sitting there getting fueled up and bags loaded. At about one hour to departure, an annoucement was made that our flight would be delayed because our pilot was still in NYC.
Great. Awesome. Perfect.
That bit of news didn't help The Comedian's anxiety levels. He's only ever flown once about 15 years ago, to and from LA. So now he had another hour to stew over all the things that can possibly go wrong. I don't think I was being my supportive best when I told him to "suck it up, Buttercup" after he told me another one of his why-the-plane-will-go-down scenarios. And, we also had a friend meeting us at the airport who went in on the flight ahead of us. So she got screwed over too.
When our pilot finally arrived, and we finally got moving, I was utterly exhausted. All I wanted to do was nap on the flight. But we ended up sitting next to a very nice, but very chatty lady named Lizzie. She yakked our ears off the whole way there. And since I was in the middle seat, I couldn't exactly fall asleep while she told us all about her two grown daughters, how she recently retired from running a daycare in her home for the last 18 years, her planned family trip to Italy in June and how she gets REALLY NERVOUS flying. She really was very lovely, but I just wanted to sleeeeeeeep.
NYC turned out to be overcast but dry when we touched down so that gave me a little hope that we wouldn't be stuck inside all day. We made our way to the hotel via cab, checked in and then made our way to meet with some friends for lunch at S'MAC in the East Village.
The plan was to meet at Bleecker subway station at 12:30pm. We got there at half past on the dot and waited on the sidewalk. And waited...and waited...and looked at every person coming up from the subway....for an HOUR. We finally gave up and made our way to S'MAC.
Eventually our friends showed up. By the time we all finished eating and walked back to the subway, I was pooped. The plan was to go back to the hotel and rest for a little bit before hitting Central Park.
You know, inertia is a very powerful force. We ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours and skipped Central Park because I just couldn't peel myself off the bed. But do you know what's more powerful than inertia? The promise of the best cupcakes ever.
Sprinkles lived up to that promise. While I was devouring their red velvet cupcake, I thought back to all the times when I thought I was having the best cupcake ever, and this cupcake kicked the crap out of those memories. This was indeed, the best cupcake I have ever had in my whole life!
And inertia applied itself even harder than at the hotel because before we knew it, it was time to head to the Neil Simon Theatre to catch a performance of Jesus Christ Superstar.
I'm really glad JCS is a loud rock opera because I would have been thrown out of the theatre for disrupting the show with my constant nose-blowing and coughing. I believe I went through an entire box of kleenex (which I brought along from the hotel room) during the 2 hour performance.
Somewhere in there, I did manage to contain my snot long enough to see my friend have his moment to shine in the spotlight. He completely demolished his song!!! I was punching The Comedian in the leg I was so freaking proud!! I wish I had the words to accurately describe his performance but believe me (and I'm a super tough critic), he was total AMAZEBALLS!
We caught up with him after the show at a greasy spoon diner across the street from the theatre. I asked him a million questions about what it's like to live out the Broadway dream. He was telling us all about rehearsals, how well the cast gets along, how they may get nominated for a Tony, how he's adjusting to living in NYC and suddenly, I hit the proverbial brick wall.
It was midnight, which was also the 20th hour of being awake. Oh, and it started pouring so hard it looked like a fucking monsoon hit midtown Manhattan.
We went outside to hail a cab and people, let me tell you, YOU CANNOT FIND A CAB WHEN IT RAINS. In a city where the cab to person ratio is like 3:1, there wasn't a SINGLE one to be found. After about 30 minutes of standing in the rain like idiots (I stood in a phone booth like an idiot), we walked over to a nearby Marriott and begged the concierge there to phone us a cab.
By the time we got back to our hotel, it was almost 1am and I was almost dead. But instead of being able to collapse into a coma-like sleep, both The Comedian and I were up all night coughing and blowing our noses.
The next day wasn't any better. I was cranky and tired and we fought when he wanted to go to the NBC Store and I wanted to get something to eat. It was still pouring rain so no hopes of a quick tour around Central Park. We chalked it up to shitty timing and headed to the airport sooner rather than later.
But no trip to NYC would be complete without a terrifying cab ride. Our driver was busy chatting on his phone while our cab was flying at warp speed, cutting off everyone in our path and damn near slamming into a truck in front of us. And The Comedian is afraid of flying?!
And our flight home was delayed an hour. Only this time we had the pleasure of being stuck on the runway, waiting for clearance to depart. And believe it or not, our friend Lizzie was on board again. It's a small (rainy, germ infested) world afterall....
The Comedian and I went to NYC this past weekend for one last hurrah before the baby arrives. Two days before departure, he got sick with a cold courtesy of his coworker. One day before departure, I joined him in his misery.
We had to get up at 4am to get ready and drive to the airport to catch our 8am flight. 4am is not fun, not even a little bit. Even with the promise of being in my favourite city a few hours later, I was not a happy camper. Oh, and did I mention it was pouring rain?
We managed to get through security in a timely fashion and went to our gate. Our plane was sitting there getting fueled up and bags loaded. At about one hour to departure, an annoucement was made that our flight would be delayed because our pilot was still in NYC.
Great. Awesome. Perfect.
That bit of news didn't help The Comedian's anxiety levels. He's only ever flown once about 15 years ago, to and from LA. So now he had another hour to stew over all the things that can possibly go wrong. I don't think I was being my supportive best when I told him to "suck it up, Buttercup" after he told me another one of his why-the-plane-will-go-down scenarios. And, we also had a friend meeting us at the airport who went in on the flight ahead of us. So she got screwed over too.
When our pilot finally arrived, and we finally got moving, I was utterly exhausted. All I wanted to do was nap on the flight. But we ended up sitting next to a very nice, but very chatty lady named Lizzie. She yakked our ears off the whole way there. And since I was in the middle seat, I couldn't exactly fall asleep while she told us all about her two grown daughters, how she recently retired from running a daycare in her home for the last 18 years, her planned family trip to Italy in June and how she gets REALLY NERVOUS flying. She really was very lovely, but I just wanted to sleeeeeeeep.
NYC turned out to be overcast but dry when we touched down so that gave me a little hope that we wouldn't be stuck inside all day. We made our way to the hotel via cab, checked in and then made our way to meet with some friends for lunch at S'MAC in the East Village.
Eventually our friends showed up. By the time we all finished eating and walked back to the subway, I was pooped. The plan was to go back to the hotel and rest for a little bit before hitting Central Park.
You know, inertia is a very powerful force. We ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours and skipped Central Park because I just couldn't peel myself off the bed. But do you know what's more powerful than inertia? The promise of the best cupcakes ever.
Sprinkles lived up to that promise. While I was devouring their red velvet cupcake, I thought back to all the times when I thought I was having the best cupcake ever, and this cupcake kicked the crap out of those memories. This was indeed, the best cupcake I have ever had in my whole life!
And inertia applied itself even harder than at the hotel because before we knew it, it was time to head to the Neil Simon Theatre to catch a performance of Jesus Christ Superstar.
I'm really glad JCS is a loud rock opera because I would have been thrown out of the theatre for disrupting the show with my constant nose-blowing and coughing. I believe I went through an entire box of kleenex (which I brought along from the hotel room) during the 2 hour performance.
Somewhere in there, I did manage to contain my snot long enough to see my friend have his moment to shine in the spotlight. He completely demolished his song!!! I was punching The Comedian in the leg I was so freaking proud!! I wish I had the words to accurately describe his performance but believe me (and I'm a super tough critic), he was total AMAZEBALLS!
We caught up with him after the show at a greasy spoon diner across the street from the theatre. I asked him a million questions about what it's like to live out the Broadway dream. He was telling us all about rehearsals, how well the cast gets along, how they may get nominated for a Tony, how he's adjusting to living in NYC and suddenly, I hit the proverbial brick wall.
It was midnight, which was also the 20th hour of being awake. Oh, and it started pouring so hard it looked like a fucking monsoon hit midtown Manhattan.
We went outside to hail a cab and people, let me tell you, YOU CANNOT FIND A CAB WHEN IT RAINS. In a city where the cab to person ratio is like 3:1, there wasn't a SINGLE one to be found. After about 30 minutes of standing in the rain like idiots (I stood in a phone booth like an idiot), we walked over to a nearby Marriott and begged the concierge there to phone us a cab.
By the time we got back to our hotel, it was almost 1am and I was almost dead. But instead of being able to collapse into a coma-like sleep, both The Comedian and I were up all night coughing and blowing our noses.
The next day wasn't any better. I was cranky and tired and we fought when he wanted to go to the NBC Store and I wanted to get something to eat. It was still pouring rain so no hopes of a quick tour around Central Park. We chalked it up to shitty timing and headed to the airport sooner rather than later.
But no trip to NYC would be complete without a terrifying cab ride. Our driver was busy chatting on his phone while our cab was flying at warp speed, cutting off everyone in our path and damn near slamming into a truck in front of us. And The Comedian is afraid of flying?!
And our flight home was delayed an hour. Only this time we had the pleasure of being stuck on the runway, waiting for clearance to depart. And believe it or not, our friend Lizzie was on board again. It's a small (rainy, germ infested) world afterall....
Friday, April 13, 2012
Friday the 13th Horrors
I've never believed that Friday the 13th is unlucky, until now.
I woke up this morning and found that my right boob leaked while I was sleeping.
And Brad Pitt proposed to Angelina Jolie.
Blargh!
Hope your day has been luckier than mine.
I woke up this morning and found that my right boob leaked while I was sleeping.
And Brad Pitt proposed to Angelina Jolie.
Blargh!
Hope your day has been luckier than mine.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Half Way There
I am officially 20 weeks into my pregnancy. Things I have learned so far:
- It goes by really fast
- It goes by really slow
- Heartburn is insane and I'm sorry for all those who have ever had it
- The baby enjoys kicking my cervix
- My hormones are out of control and my husband may divorce me sometime in the next 20 weeks
- I should have bought maternity bras from the beginning, and not just from the beginning of my pregnancy, from the time I hit the DD mark in grade 13
- My boobs do not fit into any tops anymore - I may just have to wear moo moos from here on in.
- The hair on my head has not grown thicker or faster, but the hair under my arms has
- Everyone*** has an opinion about anything regarding my pregnancy
- I still cannot wrap my head around the fact there is someone inside of me - SOMEONE WHO IS NOT ME! Mind = blown
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Whodathunkit?
Mrs. Magnolia and I have gone from this: http://paprikaspice.blogspot.ca/2007/08/times-two.html
To this:
What a difference five years, and the right husband, can make.
I am going to take this moment to pat us on the back. Yay us! We done good, finally.
To this:
What a difference five years, and the right husband, can make.
I am going to take this moment to pat us on the back. Yay us! We done good, finally.
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