3 posts tagged “parents”
I've been keeping my distance from this place lately. It's been hard to share what's going on in my life when the biggest, most life-changing-est event ever to happen to Sean and I was something we wanted to keep to ourselves until we were ready to share it, first with our families and friends, then with the world at large.
Sean and I are incubating a little critter. Said critter is due around September 8th.
We are starting to get really excited. We're a whole lot of other things too, but happy and excited are the big ones. It got easier to be excited and happy once we passed the first trimester and started telling people. My mother is ecstatic - this is her first grandchild, and while she has never pressured my sister or I for grandchildren, she admits to feeling relieved that she finally gets to be a grandmother. Sean's mom is happy too, and has already begun knitting and sewing for me and the critter.
We don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet. We want to find out as soon as we can - we're dying to know! I ask it if it is a boy or a girl and it doesn't tell me. Maybe we'll work out a system of "one kick means yes and two kicks mean no" and I'll get some answers.
I'm just over three months so I'm not showing much yet. I'm a big girl so I had a good-sized set of boobs and belly to start with. I did look at my belly today, and while I don't think it's bigger, it does seem to be changing shape a bit. It feels a little different too.
I still can't believe that I am going to be someone's mother in less than six months. Mothers are smart, mature, organized and generally have their acts together. I hope I can rise to the occasion.
This morning on my way to work, I saw a young mother and her daughter (who I think was around four years old) having a worried conversation. The daughter wanted something that Mommy had forgotten at home and was getting agitated about it. Mommy was being mean by not getting off the train to turn around to go back and get it. It wasn't that interesting a conversation, so I went back to reading my paper.
When I looked up next, Mommy had started to settle down her daughter by sharing her headphones so they could listen to music on Mommy's mp3 player together. I figured they were listening to kids songs or stories to stop the kid from getting bored on the train. A welcome distraction so the kid wouldn't keep asking about whatever was forgotten at home.
I soon realized that it wasn't children's songs or stories when the kid started singing the phrase "highway to hell" over and over again in that not-quite monotone repetitive voice kids have sometimes. Mommy was telling her daughter to be quiet, but that just resulted in the kid continuing to sing "highway to hell" but in a quieter voice.
I had to hide behind my paper because I was giggling too much by this point. I think Mommy was quite embarrassed but it made my morning.
My folks were up on the weekend, and my mom was itchy to go to shopping. She likes checking out warehouse and discount sales whenever she is in Toronto. She asked me what I was looking for and I told her that I was only planning to look for Christmas presents.
I ended up spending nearly $200 on clothes for myself (and one pair of jeans for Sean), and about $15 (including tax) on some porcelain Santas for my mother-in-law to add to her vast collection.
Obviously, I did not stick to the plan.
However, I can justify this unplanned expenditure on sartorial splendour by saying that I got everything on sale, and 2/3 of it on major sale. I estimated that I saved almost $340 from the original prices of everything. So, seeing as I actually saved more than I spent, that means I made money, right? Okay, maybe not, but it was a good shot.
In other weekend events, Sean and my stepdad installed an outside plug and a motion sensor light at the front of the house. The plug will make Christmas lights and weedwhacking much easier, and we're hoping that the sensor light will deter the assholes who live down the street from smoking, yelling, littering, and occasionally drinking in front of my house. Go do that in front of you own house please.
Finally, Sean and I went and saw Alice in Chains on Sunday night. By the time Sunday night rolled around, we were both tired, and while I wanted to see the show, I wasn't looking forward to staying up past our bedtime to see it. (The joys of becoming a responsible adult who can't just sleep in to even things out anymore.)
By the time the show was finished, I had forgotten that I was tired before I had left the house. The show was really tight, the new singer was fabulous, and I remembered how much I like this band. While most of the show was electric, they did play an acoustic mini-set. The show was awesome, and if you get a chance to see them on this tour, you should go - their energy is really high, and you can tell they are feeling good about playing live.
I'm not used to having such an eventful weekend. Maybe I could get used to it.
