Photo Update

It is hard to type with 1 hand, so I will upload pics for now with a breif description!

Enjoy!!!

Enjoying some time with Mom is his Carrier

Daddy giving Sutt-the-Butt a bath.  He loves baths, but didn't in thispicture!

December 22 - Sutton all ready for Alan's Christmas Party, I am still in my pj's.

December 22 - Sutton's first Christmas Party.  This was the very end of the night, and he was partied out and wanted to see his Mimi and Grandad!

January 5 - Enjoying some time on his mat, with a partial smile!!!

January 05 - Sitting in his glider with his giraffe

December 30 - New Car Day!

Janaury 05 - Chillaxin with Kobe!

Auntie Pearly gave him this adorable shirt.  I love the look on his face!

January 04 - Having some Tummy Time!

Sutton is 1 Month Old....Tomorrow

I was going to do this post tomorrow, however, I have some spare minutes so I will do it now!  Can you believe it, I am actually sitting down on the computer, resting after a baking session that was a disaster, listening to Christmas music and just waiting for Sutton to wake up.

Exactly 1 month ago today I was pregnant, anticipating my due date which was the following day.  Little did Alan and I know that Sutton would start his decent in just a matter of hours.  It is amazing that this time last month I wasn't a parent, and fast forward to today...I am a parent.  The last month has flown right by.  I have been trying my hardest not to blink...at everyone's advice!

My little sweetheart has been with us for a month now.  A month filled with joy, tears, happiness, confusion, laughs, frustration and cuddles.  I guess that's the life of a parent.  We deal minute my minute and take the hard and easy days in stride.  Alan looked at me the other morning, and said "We will just chalk that up to a rough night."  Isn't that the truth.  We also praise the good nights though, as there are many.  We are trying to establish some sort of a sleeping routine.  I have read many many articles, some which state that at a month of age a sleep routine isn't possible, and others state it is.  We are picking and choosing the parts we like best, and adding them to our memory. 

Alan and I make all our parenting decisions together, and that is exactly how I hoped our life would be.  I only wish Alan came with boobs.  The other day though, I brought Sutton to my breast and made sure his mouth was open wide, and Alan pushed him on, so he helps every way that he can.  He is an excellent bather and bum changer.  My husband is the greatest husband and a truly wonderful father.  Years before Alan and I were together, we joked that we would have kids together.  When we sent eachother letters (in the mail, not email) on the return address sections we would write "The father/mother of my child."  As it turns out, we knew exactly where life would take us.  10 years later, here we are, happily married, and we have a son together, something I refer to as our "little ball of human perfection"

Sutton recently showed us he can make tears.  Heartbreaking, yet adorable at the same time.  He hasn't seemed to get sick and tired of me hugging and kissing him though...thank god!  He isn't a fan of me not allowing him to comfort suck.  At a feeding it is fine or at night time, but not just all day long for something to do.  He doesn't like his soother either.  He did suck his thumb last week though, and it was the cutest thing ever!!!!  He also got his SIN card!  What a grown up little man.

This month we welcomed Brayden James into the world.  My sister Christine gave birth to an adorable boy on December 15.  I cannot wait to meet him.  Sutton now has 4 cousins.  I often wished we lived closer to our families so that we can all be closer, especially the kids.  As much as I wish that, I am so happy here in Alberta.  It makes going to Ontario to visit that much more special.  But we live in Alberta, and we love it.  This is home for us. 

We hope to get a new vehicle soon...Alan wants a minivan.  Help me God.  I am not against minivans, I just never thought I would have one, especially before the age of 30.  However, I also had doubts I would have a child before the age of 30.  We have a list of pros and cons for vehicle choices, and the minivan is winning.

It is almost Christmas. The house is decorated, and almost all the gifts are bought.  Alan's parents (Mimi and Grandad) are coming next week, and we are very excited.  They have been in Houston the last couple weeks visiting Sutton's little cousin Penny, and will make their way here next.  We will welcome them in our parkas, mittens, toques and boots!!! hahaha

I can't upload any pictures at this time, as we have signs of life, oh wait, maybe not....Kobe was just checking on him.  I am so touched at the wonderful Bond these 2 have!  It is adorable to see Kobe interact with Sutton.  When I was showering the other day, I heard Sutton crying, and I heard Kobe run over to him, then come into the bathroom and push the shower curtain aside so he could see me, then he ran back out to Sutton, and then to me again.  He was clearly telling me that Sutton needed me.  I have been watching Pet Heroes a lot lately, and have been thinking of making my own show called "Pet Babysitters!!!"  hahaha

Here are some recent pics:

Thumb sucking Baby!!!!

Alan looks funny here, still in his work clothes, as soon as he gets home he is thrown the baby and I shower or do laundry! Sutton looks so happy being held by his Dad!!!

I love how Sutton is sitting so straight and tall.  He was probably terrified of Alan's shirt or his giant hand!

Oma was here!

My mom, Sutton's Oma was just here for 5 days days.  She flew to Edmonton from Toronto last Sunday and just left today.  What a busy week we had.  Lots of shopping, laughing, chatting and of course more shopping.

I initially didn't want any house guests until the new year.  However, as the days passed and I was feeling confident in my new role as a mother, I wanted to spend some time with my Mom before she left for 3 months holidays.  It was great having her here.  I had long showers, walked to dog, and regained some feeling from my arms which are usually numb from baby holding etc. 

We had a great time!!! Here are some photos:

Picking Mom up at the Airport!

Oma holding her Grandson!

Daddy feeding a bottle which took forever for me to pump!

3 weeks old and in a Christmas outfit.

Morning snuggles from his Oma! 

This makes me laugh.  He is clearly terrified he is being held by a crazy lady in leopard print jammies and making a babouska with a receiving blanket! haha

A New Perspective

Three weeks ago if someone asked me the definition of: love, time, patience, sleep, food, breasts, marriage and family, I would have answered very differently then than I would today.  It is amazing how your life can change in the blink of an eye.  Even though I had a full 40 week planned pregnancy, the feeling of holding your baby in your arms, is not something you can be prepared for.

I can't even describe how it feels to be rocking your baby to sleep at 3:00am, sobbing, tears falling onto his head, completely frustrated, and then to look at your baby and tell them how much you love them, and how long you waited to meet them.  Love has a whole new meaning to me now.

Breastfeeding....it is hard....it is learned...and it is trying.  Even though breastfeeding is so natural for women and children, it is by all means not easy.  It is something that the baby and mother have to learn together, by trial and error.  I have shed many tears of frustration over this wonderful experience.  Even 3 weeks later we are still working on perfecting the latch, timing and of course nursing to soothe.  I have received so much advice/opinions on all topics.  I have taken offense to some advice, and I am sorry that I let my emotions get the best of me.  I know that people mean well, but I think sometimes it can come across as overbearing and rude.
I have had a couple people tell me to let my baby cry, or to offer a soother to calm him, and also not to let him sleep in his bassinet.  Funny thing is, we didn't want a bassinet, but it was a good purchase.  It is much easier to stay in bed and gather my baby, rather than to fully wake up, turn on lights etc.  As far as rocking, soothers, etc go.  I had a friend tell me that they rock their child to sleep and don't always offer a soother.  They might offer their breast and simple comforts like being held.  I thought this was great to hear.  This friend explained it by saying that she wants her child to know that she will always be there for them.  They can always count on mom, and sometimes, even as an adult, a hug can make everything better.  How true is that!?!?!?!?!

Anyway, it has been 3 weeks since my life changed dramatically.  It is great, and definitely a learning process.  I am beginning to learn what my baby needs and when he needs it.  Sometimes it is a guessing game, other times I truly know.  I know his signs of hunger, which I presume are the same for all babies.  I think I know when he has gas, needs changed, and I know when he wants to be cuddled (which is always!!!!)  I can tell how deeply he is sleeping, and I can also tell when he will wake.  The things you learn from staring at and spending all day with someone are infinite!  But, he is my baby, and I do know him best!!!

So, from the new me, the MOM, I do want to apologize to everyone who I may have been short or harsh with.  This is an adjustment time for me, and I think all new moms learn best by following their instincts and not always by advice, which often comes across as opinions and pressure.

Birth Story....Finally

I was going to do a post on Thursday Nov 18, but wanted to wait until Friday to update a picture of me at 40 weeks exactly....I didn't ever get the photo of my pregnant belly, but I did get a photo of my son!

Where to begin......Thursday night (Nov 18), I went to bed at around midnight.  I awoke very alert at 2:30am with fairly bad cramps, I went to the bathroom several times, and couldn't get back into bed to sleep.  I waited it out a couple of hours, just standing around seeing if anything changed.  It did.  The cramps lessened and the feeling of something else came about.  I called Joelene, and we talked about timings and such and she thought I was in real labour, I think I knew I was as well.  I went online to a contraction tracker and started timing them.  The site was really helpful to determine how far apart and the length of each. (Google: contraction master).  Alan and I weren't sure if we should head to the hospital or not.  We decided when the contractions were about 2-3 mins apart and lasting over 45 seconds, we should start the car (it was -23'C or something), install the car seat, and get all of our stuff together.  Because it was 6:30am, we also wanted to get on the road before rush hour traffic as a 10 minute drive could take an hour with the road conditions and traffic as well.  We made it to the hospital no problem at all, and I was admitted into assessment.  There was no doubt in anyones mind though, that I was in real labour.
They wanted to check me, and I couldn't lie down.  With every contraction, I had to be standing, or leaning over a chair with Alan applying pressure to my lower back. Lying down was the worst feeling ever, even sitting was impossible.  With every red light on the way to the hospital, I had to get out of the car and stand.  I can only imagine what other drivers were thinking.

Anyway, they checked me, and it was the worst pain ever!!!!  I literally had to be held down and had a couple different nurses attempt it.  We discovered that I was 3cm and 75% effaced.  Still a while to go yet.  We walked around the corridors and I spent a lot of time on the toilet.  My body was cleaning itself out and prepping for labour.  I look back now and can't believe what Alan and I experienced together.  It was such an embarrassing time or was it all new experiences, I am not sure, yet neither of us even thought about that I think.  I did apologize several times to Alan though that he had to witness what my body was doing.  It wasn't me though, it was my body, and we both knew this was all part of the process we call childbirth!

The nurses asked me about pain medications, and even though I didn't want anything, I did ask what they had to offer.  They suggested morphine and the gas.  The morphine had too many risks.  I wasn't able to have the gas as they didn't have a portable tank and I needed to be 4cm to go to Labour and Delivery, and no way was I going to be checked again any time soon.  That was too much to endure.  We waited a bit longer, then they admitted me anyway.

This is when my water broke and stuff was coming out of my body like crazy.  I was standing and leaning on the bed, and the nurse suggested I get on the bed.  I was on my knees with my head and hands resting on the top part of the bed in an upright position, I still couldn't sit or lie down.  Eventually, the urge to push was so strong, and I was check and was 8cm.  Within an hour, I went from 3cm to 8cm.  I was continuously told not to push, and the noise that came out of me when trying to hold back against a push was unreal.  How you can stop yourself from that, I have NO idea.  I continued to wait, and fight each urge to push with each contraction, but continued to be sick.

Eventually, I couldn't take holding it back anymore, and was checked again, I was 10cm....so, let's get this show on the road!!!!   I stayed on my knees, as I couldn't move.  The nurse told  me how to push and how to breathe, and I missed it that time.  I had no idea what to do.  Alan was amazing though.....of course.  He told me when to breathe, and to open my legs, bear down and push for the count of 8.  Without him, I think I would still be in labour, he was so supportive and did a wonderful job encouraging me, and of course applying very firm pressure to my lower back.

The doctor came in, I pushed, and I felt something, I had to ask what it was, as I couldn't see anything, she informed me it was a head.  Then another big push, and I felt this huge gush of something large and watery, bubbly, I am not sure how to describe it.   I then asked what that was, and she said that it was the whole body.  I was done, we were done, my son was born at 10:45am.  I remember asking several times throughout the morning what time it was.  I figured I pushed for maybe 30 minutes.  A very quick 30 minutes. 

At this point, I turned around, saw Alan hand back the scissors from the cord cutting, and held my beautiful son for the first time.  I said hello to him, kissed him, and then he peed on me! 

I was pretty numb for the next hour or so.  I think the exhaustion and the high just hit me.  I didn't cry, and didn't express much for emotion.  Labour was over, and our son was healthy and in Daddy's arms.  I simply just sat and didn't think about much.  (Although, Alan informs me, I did call my mom, I don't really remember!!!)  I was so pumped with adrenaline, I was shaking.  The doctor cleaned me up, and started to examine me, and had to repair a little tear.  Funny how I was so scared of tearing.  No biggie, you don't know until after you tore, so I don't know why I was so terrified.

Something things I learned/experienced:

1.  The pressure on your bum is unreal...I literally reached back and had to feel and asked Alan to see if the baby was coming out of my bum. (Of all the stuff people told me, NO ONE mentioned the pressure on your bum)
2.  The power women gain to deliver a baby is phenomenal.
3.  I have the greatest husband.
4.  I delivered a baby naturally and with NO pain medication.
5.  Hypnobirthing is hard to practice in the moment.
6.  When at home timing contractions, I knew I was in labour but didn't realize I was having a baby.
7.  I am not quiet when delivering a baby.  With each moan/grunt, it helped me to push, and was very effective.
8.  Being naked is mandatory, and it's true, it doesn't matter at the time who's around.
9.  Sutton came on his due date!  How odd!
10. The Royal Alex staff were all superb and supportive of our birthing plan, even the last minute changing.  Nothing was done without our full comprehension and permission.
11.  I am a woman of super strength and power.
12. I have a family, I love it!

Some Timings:

Nov 19, 2:30am - Awoke with contractions
Nov 19, 6:30am - Left home to go to the hospital
Nov 19, 7:00am - Admitted into hospital
Nov 19, 9:00am - Admitted into Labour and Delivery
Nov 19, 10:45am - Sutton was born
Nov 19, 12:00pm - Sent to our room for recovery
Nov 19, 3:00pm - Alan went home to nap and check on Lewis and Kobe
Nov 19, 6:00pm - Danny, Christina, Karl, Janelle, and Maddy came to the hospital to visit
Nov 19, 9:00pm - Alan left again to go home and sleep and be with the pets
Nov 20, 10:00am - Discharged from the hospital
Nov 20, 6:00pm - First home visitors - The Springers, came with a "Birth Day" Cake

The entire experience was surreal.  It all happened so quickly, I didn't even have time to rationalize what was happening.  At times I think I told Alan I couldn't do it.  He told me that I was doing it, and I was doing just fine.  I remember afterwards saying that it was easy and wasn't a big deal at all.  Now I wonder how I did it, and am terrified to do it again. 
Neither Alan nor myself could have imagined it going better than it did.  It went better than we planned, and better than we could have hoped for.

One thing I wish I would have done differently, is to go home and rest afterwards.  I had a giant burst of energy the first couple days, and nested like crazy.  I was out doing errands the day we got home even.  My body needed time to heal and recover and I didn't allow that to happen as I should have.  I did pay for it though.  Here almost 2 weeks later, I am basically all healed up and am feeling well. 

Alan and I are parents now, this has been almost 2 years in the waiting, and finally the day came....amazing!!!



Here are some of our first family photos:

This is the position I laboured in.

The second Sutton was born.  Alan and I hadn't see him ourselves yet at the point.

Our first "official" family photo.

6lbs, 5oz of pure perfection!

A very proud Daddy holding his son for the first time!

Sutton's first meal.

Our first night together....this was fake, I didn't really sleep!

Getting ready to go home!

All bundled up and ready to go!

I am sure that I left so much out, as the entire process was a whirlwind of events and emotions.  I'll update as I remember more.

Meet my Son: Sutton William Bond

I was going to do a post on Thursday night (Nov 18), but wanted to wait until Friday to update a picture of me at 40 weeks exactly....I didn't ever get the photo of my pregnant belly, but I did get a photo of my son!

Sutton William Bond
Born: Friday, November 19,2010
Time: 10:45am
Weight: 6lbs, 5oz
Length: 18.5"

I am currently typing with 1 hand as I am nursing, so I will share his birth story and our experience at a later date. For now, I will just share some photos!!

Enjoy!

Maternity Photos

Here are some of the Maternity Photos we had done!
I LOVE them!!!!  There were so many to choose from, so it was really hard, here are a few we choose.

A Night at Emerg, and Not for a Baby!

So, it's been 3 days since I have been on maternity leave now.  Busy and lazy days all at once.
Tonight was a doozy though....Alan came home from work at around 10pm, this is when I woke up from my nap.  Actually, Kobe had woken me up a little earlier, than I was having some pre-labour cramping.  All was fine though, of course I thought I was in labour, but that wasn't the case...as it's usually not.

Anyway, from bed, I asked Alan to put my ring away for me, that's when I went to take it off, and it was stuck.  This wasn't anything but new for me. I don't normally wear my rings though because my knuckles are huge and sometimes I loose layers of skin when removing them. (They are sautered together), but I had a lunch date, and wanted to wear them!  Good enough reason don't you think?

After trying it wouldn't come off, no way was it coming off.  I started freaking out....naturally.  Alan and I googled some tips, and we tried, ice, soap, elevating the hand, Windex, etc.  I then asked him to cut if off, and he said he didn't have anything here.
He suggested we go to the fire department as it would be better than emerg, at the inter-city hospital (closest).  So, we loaded up Kobe (not sure why...) and headed to the fire department.  Turns out we didn't know where it was.  There was an accident on the road we were travelling on, and I suggested we ask the firemen there where the fire station was, as surely they would know...wouldn't they.  Turns out they did.  The one guy came across to my side of the car, and felt the ring and my finger and says "That is really stuck, and your finger is really swollen"  Ya, no shit!  hahaha  Good thing, he wasn't too hard to look at.  They were wrapping things up on the accident scene, so 2 of them went back to the station, and Alan, Kobe and I followed.  We went in, and they tried, literally for an hour to do what they could.  They mainly tried the dental floss trick.  My finger got worse and worse, and they asked what the "trauma" was from.  I guess my finger looked bruised, although it wasn't.  The rest of the guys came back, and all agreed that they wouldn't be able to help me, as they couldn't get their tool under the ring and on my skin, so they said I would have to go to the hospital.  The entire time I was there, I was shaking, my entire body, and I wasn't cold, I think I was just freaking out a little.  Alan was sweet though, he was still in his work clothes, and had his Gerber on him which did help to string the dental floss through, and he rubbed my shoulder the whole time.

So, off to emerg, with a quick back track home to drop Bitey off.

We went to triage, (after both of us going mental trying to find a way into the hospital, at night, in the inter-city, with sick people everywhere.  It was really scary!)  So, she tells me to have a seat, but also asks if I want my finger looked at.  I said no, I just want the damn ring cut off.  She then asked about the trauma.....WHAT TRAUMA!!!!  So, "Cory" the RN comes over, and looks at it, and doesn't even know if he will be able to get his tool under the ring to cut it off.  Eventually he does, and it hurt like a MoFo let me tell you.  It was a great opportunity to breathe through the pain and try to relax.  hahaha.  He cuts out a piece, and then it still doesn't come off, I now have 2 sharp pieces of gold slicing through me, so he cuts another, and nothing.  Alan suggests a better place to cut it.  By this time, I was so annoyed, and his tool had cut part of my palm as well.  So, he does what Alan says, and I am DYING of pain, the ring was slicing into my finger cutting it, and I also had no feeling in my finger.  My circulation was getting real low.  Then, all of a sudden, my ring is flying across the room, both the wedding and engagement, and the other few pieces cut from it.  We gather it all up, and I am good to go.  I have a nice size cut on my finger from the sharp edge digging into me, and his tool slicing through my hand as well.

Immediately I felt relief and was so happy, then I cried because my ring is literally destroyed.  I am sure it can be fixed....but don't know if I will.  After all, I don't have a job anymore, and I don't think it will be cost cheap, and am terrified to ever put it on again!  I left the hospital with a biohazard bag of ice, and pee cup with ring remnants in it.

On the way home, I looked at Alan and said "Only me eh?"  He agreed!
I still can't bend my finger, it's still swollen, and Alan told me not to try, and of course I want to so much now!  I better go to bed.  It is times like tonight, when a nice drink would be lovely!!!

Check out the action.  I couldn't take any pics of the fire station or the hospital of course, but here is what I did get....

Here I am back in bed, thinking there is no way out of this without cutting off my finger!



Leaving the hospital, the swelling has SIGNIFICANTLY gone down at this point.  A side profile pic would make anyone sick, my knuckle is so swollen, and feels like if I pricked it, it would leak fluid.



My precious ring, in 5 pieces....The 3 little pieces are the underneath part of the band, and the other 2 are the engagement and wedding band.



38 Weeks and Waiting...

Well, 38 weeks, and waiting. Could be today, could be weeks away still.  The waiting game is killing me.  Today was the first day of my Maternity Leave (I should apply for EI I guess).  I woke up at my normal time, as I had my regular weekly appointment.  All went well.  I hadn't gained any weight, other than a few ounces or something meaningless like that, since last week anyway.
The anticipation really is killing me though.  Other than feeling 38 weeks pregnant, I am healthy and feel well. I have a lot of pressure and cramping, and sleeping is a hit and miss activity for me. 

I have noticed a lot of changes in my body and constantly think I am in labour.  Every new movement, pain or stretch makes me think this is the beginning.  And it is, just not REAL labour.  Hard when I don't know exactly what to expect.  I have been told when it happens, I will know, and I  know this,  but it still irritates me.  Alan is waiting very impatiently too.  The other night in bed, he says to me "13 more days until your due date"  I had no idea he was counting.  Maybe he is just anticipating his week off work!  haha  He is no longer allowed to work out of town.  The overtime would be great as he suprised me earlier in the week by announcing...so casually.... that he bought a new toolbox.  I can see him taking the little one on a shop tour and stopping to show him all the new drawers of his box and explaining the tools he loves so much!  Alan also commented the other day that I am a lot more happier these days and my mood throughout the pregnancy has been great.  He was really suprised that I haven't at all been a raging hormonal bitch. Looks like men also only hear horror stories about pregnant women and childbirth.   The next person who tells me their horrible story, I am going to simply tell them to "shut it".

I have decided which photos from our professional shoot I am going to purchase, and will post them as soon as I have them in a digital form.

Here are a couple pics, the most recent anyway, at 38w0d.  (Fri, Nov 5th)

Mind the quality though, it seems to Alan that the best way to take a photo is to do it as quick as possible, focusing is optional, as is waiting for the flash to fully go off.  I look especially tiny in this pic.  Although everyone constantly says I look tiny.  I've really only gained belly weight, nothing elsewhere.  Which I think is a good thing anyway!  I am measuring well though, am healthy and the doctor isn't at all concerned, so all is good!

Perhaps the next blog I do, will contain pictures of my son????  

            

Work...Smurk!!!

Well, the day I have been anticipating forever is almost here....my last day of work!
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and all, but I also love not working!!!!  I also know that these words will bite me in the ass.  Because I am "so social" I think it will be very hard for me to be home everyday, but I also know that little Mr. Bond won't allow me anytime to be bored. 

The past couple weeks at work have been insane.  One Administrator quit 2 Friday's ago, and I have been training my replacement for a number of weeks now.  She is doing really well, so I no longer have to sit and watch her work, I can work myself.  Our Property Manager is on holidays for 2 weeks, and again, we had 1 woman quit.  I really thought my last few weeks were going to be really relaxing and laid back.  Crappers, was I wrong!  I have worked harder these last couple weeks than I have in the last couple months...combined!  hahaha  Monday and Tuesday this week I took off.  Technically, I called in sick, I didn't really "take it off"  and even then, I didn't call in, I BlackBerry Messenged my replacement, and then emailed my boss yesterday afternoon.

Here is me at work, using the vacationers office.  I look happy...I'm not....I should be an actress and not a Property Administrator!  hahaha  (Only 7 working days left now!!!)

I had a weekly prenatal appointment on Monday, and it left me VERY uncomfortable.  I had an exam, which I will refuse if they try again this coming Monday.  Sore back, sore and swollen hands, sciatic nerve, etc etc.  As it turns out, things are progressing nicely, and dialation has even started.  Which is normal and expected for just over 36 weeks anyway!  More changes have happened since Monday, and I am stil convinced this baby will come early.  We should almost make a pool or bet or something, just for fun!  I told Alan though this morning, that he cannot go out of town anymore overnight.  Not as things are the way they are.  Although, I could stay as I am now for weeks, or I could have this baby today!  (Although, I hope not!!!!...kinda, as much as I would love to not be pregnant anymore and meet my little man, I also want him to remain in there until 38 weeks at least!!!...I dunno!)

Even though I feel like crap or uncomfortable almost all the time, I am doing well.  Still healthy, and thats the important part.  I have been nesting like crazy though.  Alan has been gone a lot, and I find it the perfect time to actually get things done. And of course to do it my way as well.  I FINALLY managed to clean the linen closet.  Mildly redecorated the bathroom (more to come).  I went to Ikea, bought the Rocking Moose (Horse) and got that built...by myself....and man oh man, was it a beotch to do.  I also bought a new computer desk.  This was fun.  It took me forever to choose, and I got lost in Ikea a couple times, and only partially shed a tear.  I selected the perfect desk, and then another shopper helped me into the car with it.  I knocked on my neighbours door to help me get it into the house, and he wasn't home, so I had to drag it in myself.  Done!  Then to set it up!  I did just fine!  I am actually very good at stuff like this.  It's when I am offered help that I freak out and can't do it. I did go back and get the neighbour to help me move the old ugly hutch dressing table crap POS thing out, I dragged as much as I could, but then it got stuck, so I needed help.  So, by getting rid of 2...maybe 3 pieces of furniture I was able to make a usable space for the new computer area, as well as free up half our living room for giant baby plastic contraptions!!!!

Please check out our new compluter area!!!

I went to a Silpada Party on Saturday too, it was great fun!  Good food too!  Now I just have to wait until my necklace and earrings come in.

Sunday we had our Maternity Photo Session done.  It was great, and Alan and I actually enjoyed our time together.  The photographer was so nice and so understanding, and she loved my shirt and hair!  Yay!!!!  hahahaha

AND....Congratulations to Elsie, Adam and Ella on their new little family member...Freddie!!!  Congrats guys, whats a beautiful family!!!

35 Weeks

35 Weeks already!  Although, these last couple weeks have been really hard on me physically, and I don't see the upcoming weeks becoming an easier, I am thrilled that we are almost done with pregnancy, and about to embark on parenthood!!!

Here I am at 35 Weeks in the babies room!

Our Babies Room is Finished!!!

Little Mr. Bond's room is finished.  We just need a baby now!!

Here are some pics of the process:

I was helping to build the bookshelf.

Here we are, all set up!

  

This picture shows the wall picture well!  The one that I had to fight for!  I am so thankful I did!

You can also see the little area rug.  We had a hard time finding something suitable that was the perfect size, and that wasn't going to cost hundreds of dollars.  This one was the perfect size, colour and texture, and was a steal of a deal!

 The dresser/changetable, wall pictures, laundry basket and diaper pail.



The glider/rocker chair!  I wanted colourful curtains!  And these are perfect.  I also love that they don't go to the floor.  Alan was hesitant about the colour of course, but I reassured him that they are boy red and not girl red....must have worked!!!!  They add a nice splash of colour I think.

The bookshelf.  The lighthouse, is Blinky, all my ON friends will know who he is.  Alan's parents gave it to us years ago when we were home for the town reunion.  The case of books are Alan's Thomas the Tank Engine books from when he was little.  He and his uncle made the little case for it!  The bear on the bottom left is something I made in ceramics in 1992.  And the little double decker bus at the bottom is something we got when this baby went to England for the first time....18 weeks in utero!

Right when you walk into the room there is a little curve to make.  This is where we put his inital hooks for his cute hooded towel, sleep sack and I put Alan's booties on there.  I couldn't resist, they are so cute!  And I have no idea where I will find some for this little guy as they don't make them like they used to!



All the clothes cleaned, folded and organized!!!!!  I loved doing this, and I realized we have far more clothes than originally thought!

A view from the other side of the room (standing at the window) showing the closet!!!  It looks like we can't opent he closet door, but we actually can.

The bed all made.  Aunt Zoe and Uncle Zane gave us the lamb, he makes sounds.  And this is Alan's little Kirby from when he was little.  I still haven't been able to find the perfect lovey for this little guy yet.  I am constantly looking though!

What a Mover & a Shaker!

Look at this little guy move!!!  It was a miracle I caught it on video actually.  He was moving like crazy, and I figured I would try to grab a video, and he did it once more right away to this extent. 
It's moments like this that I think I will miss.  As I have expressed before I don't particularly love being pregnant as some women do.  But these signs of live MY SON shows make those hard days all that much better!!!!

I am definately ready to have this baby.  Of course at 34 weeks I would like to wait a couple weeks at least just so he is big enough and his lungs are fully developed.

Check out the video.  The best part is within the first 15 seconds or so.  I held the camera quite still, and you can see the slight up and down movements of me breathing.  The movements that you can see the best are the right to left ones, and again the best part is within the first 10-15 seconds.