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Originally posted November 16/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"26 weeks pregnant, and we have finally reached the point where I'm getting "The Look" from customers at work. The shocked look that tells me they think I'm too young to be having a baby... or the "look away- quickly!" reaction. That means that it is now clear to complete strangers that I'm eating for 2, not drinking 2-4's.
I haven't had any comments yet. When I was pregnant with Simon, I got all variations of "Wow... you don't look old enough to be pregnant!" I know I've said this before, but really, when would that statement ever be appropriate? I get off easy; I can say "I'm older than I look." I leave it at that. It's not their business, really, and I don't feel like defending myself by saying I'm 26, and I've been married for blah, blah, blah... What if I was sixteen? What answer would satisfy the person who said that? "Yes, I'm far too young. Others should learn from my example. This is the tragedy of my generation." I don't know.
I saw the OB a few days ago; she's scheduling a c-section for me the week of February 14th. Mom's waiting for a date so she can book her flight; I'm wondering whether it would be a good or bad thing if the kid ends up with the same birthday as her, my aunt Kathy and my cousin Faith. That would be weird.
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The house has been sold. Hooray! We're done with showings. The home inspector has come and gone... he made a lot of notes. The appraiser came by, too. I guess it's all going well so far. In fact, it's working out VERY well for us. See, Clompie has agreed to get any plumbing or electrical issues taken care of before the final inspection. Whoopee! The plumber came by yesterday, and after a year and a half living here, we now have a faucet on the tub that doesn't leak. We no longer have to manually turn the hot water on and off when we want a bath or shower. And we're getting a new shower head, one that isn't held up with duct-tape. Oh, it's sweeeet. As for the porch roof... well, I really can't see the new owners getting that taken care of before the spring, so until outside temperatures start to stay below freezing, we have an entryway with a bulging ceiling, wet carpet and distinctly fishy odour. Eeeew! We keep that door shut.
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I finally got my one year review at work. I started working for the company almost 3 1/2 years ago, so I guess it was about time. I'll be getting a raise; it was a good review. Actually, the comments made me sound like that kid in school who everyone hated because he/she makes the rest of the class look bad. That's OK. Actually, it was good to hear, 'cause I'm starting to feel useless at the store. I can't roll racks of clothes from the fitting rooms without it hurting my belly; carrying armloads of clothes is starting to hurt, too. I'm not supposed to answer the OSD door (on-site donations' also known as the SOB door or the OCD door) in case people have heavy stuff to donate- which they usually do. My back hurts after 3 hours standing on the floor, and bending over is... less easy than it used to be.
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a very adorable boy trapped in his baby-cage who is not sleeping- it sounds like he's trying to escape. That probably means he's actually throwing all of his toys out of said baby-cage so that he'll feel justified when he starts crying in 10 minutes. I must go prepare.
Originally posted July 24/2007 on "Allison Wonderland"It hasn't all been barf and gagging the last few days; mostly, but not all.
In fact, we've been having some really nice weather (in between the rainy days). A few evenings ago AJ, Simon and I had some time to hang out in the back yard. Simon was puttering around, pushing his cars and trucks through the grass, drawing on the rocks with sidewalk chalk. We took out a big blanket to sit... and I tried to find the camera.
I found it, but not in time to get pictures of my boys. When I went back outside, AJ was lying on his back. So Was Simon- on top of his dad. They were stacked up on the blanket, watching the clouds blow by. "Ooooooooh!" said Simon, pointing at the sky. He tried to say cloud... he got to saying "cccc" when he saw one. Not bad.
Then he got distracted by a butterfly. There were two of them flitting around the yard; one of them was particularly fond of our blanket... and us. I don't think it was the brightest butterfly in the sky, and I have a feeling that natural selection might have a nasty surprise in store for the little guy. Not because he kept landing on us- that was kind of fun. He'd land on the blanket, sit for a minute, and then take off for a spin around the yard with his friend. Then he landed on AJ's leg... and my butt... Simon thought it was hilarious. He likes butterflies. He likes to try to touch butterflies. Most of them fly away- this one, not so much. Simon touched it a few times; I think he was more surprised than the butterfly was!
So that was our evening. I had to come in when someone put lighter fluid or something on their BBQ- the stink was gag-tacular. Simon was a bit more reluctant to come in- the only time he's actually happy to come in the house is if there's a bath waiting.
I don't know why people are still complaining about the weather. This is summer in NL, people- it rains a lot, but we get the most beautiful days in between. Enjoy it while it lasts. At least it's not snowing.
Originally posted April 20/2007 om "Allison Wonderland"I know there was a reason that we moved here, but at this time of year it's really hard to remember what that reason was. While I'm hearing about how nice it is in Ontario right now, 21 degrees, people wearing shorts, I'm sitting here in a sweater. I actually did the dishes a while ago just to put my hands in the hot water. I drove to an appointment this morning and I actually saw ice-covered trees beside the road. Oh, and we haven't seen the sun in a week.
Oh, but just wait. It gets so much better. See, the seasons just come late here. I know it's almost May, but we're kind of in early-spring mode. We get beautiful summers; not too many really hot days, most just right for a walk in Bowring park or a trip out to Cape Spear. I think if I had to go back and spend a summer in Ontario now, I'd overheat and break down just like my car did that time- different story. We'll get days like this: 
Days that make you want to jump in the car and drive to wherever there's room for a picnic and a chance of spotting whales. Yeah, it rains, too, but like everyone says, "at least it's not snow!"
And then by next December everyone will forget that our seasons run late; they'll comment on the light snowfalls and mild weather before Christmas and say, "Oh, it's gonna be a good winter, b'y!" They forget that (at least in the last 3 years, anyway) the big storms don't come until January... and then they refuse to leave until at least some time in March.
Summer and Fall here must make up for the Winter and Spring, otherwise no one would live here anymore. I'm sure I'll remember that when the sun finally comes out. It is coming, right?
