I finally decided to join the ranks of advertising. I hope none of you mind. I specifically chose Blogher because I find their ads tasteful and not too intrusive.
So, why did I decide to run ads? Yet another good question. I have wanting to migrate to my own domain for a long time now, so I decided that now was the time. At somepoint in the next few weeks, not only will I give birth to a new baby, but to a new website. Great timing, eh? I guess I just love a challenge. So, I signed up with Blogher Ads in order to help pay for the hosting costs of my site. Since I am a SAHM and won’t be bringing much income in with a new baby, I thought this would be a good way to justify my own site.
The content will be the same, well, hopefully even better, and I hope to have more control over my pages. Stay tuned through the move, hopefully it will be easier than when I moved my house two years ago!
Now this has happened twice … Blogger says it published my post, but alas it doesn’t appear…
I asked my Mom to come over and give my bedroom a good cleaning. Why you ask? Good question. You see we are planning a home birth. We did it for J and it was a wonderful experience so if all proceeds well we are doing it again.
When I was pregnant with J I was able to continue cleaning right up until labour started. This time around not so much. It all started a week before our vacation to the beach. I was doing my vacuuming, something I love to do because it completes the cleaning process, and I got a stitch in my side. I thought it was contractions so I stopped, waited 15 minutes and proceeded to finish. Well, the stitch came back. And anytime I walk too far, excercise too much or vacuum, I get a stitch. A very painful stitch. So, my cleaning has been limited.
When J arrived the entire house was spic and span, except our bedroom. That was the last room I needed to clean and vacuum and somehow in my two days of labour Hubby neglected to notice the fine layer of fur on the floor (the dogs were shedding). One of my midwifes sat in the fur on the floor waiting for J to arrive. I was devistated. One of the first things Hubby did after J’s arrival was vacuum the bedroom.
This time around I did not want anybody sitting in fur, so I asked Mom to come and give the room a good once over. Well. She did more than just a once over. I never thought it was possible to clean a bedroom and bathroom for three hours. Yes, you heard me, three hours folks! She washed curtains, baseboards, knick knacks. Dusted books, put stuff away, cleaned windows. It was truly more than I asked for. I just wanted to know the room was clean and that a good vacuuming between now and when my labour starts would bring it up to speed.
I have never not wanted to sleep in my own room before. I didn’t want to mess it up. And Hubby in the bathroom this morning. I had to go around after him and wipe up the sink and counters.
So, Mom, even though you have no idea how to get onto the internet and chances that you even know this blog exists are slim, I wanted to let the world know how grateful I am that you are my Mom. Thank you so much for cleaning our room and getting it ready for our newest arrival. I am sure the midwives will appreciate it and I know for sure that both Hubby and I do.
Thanks Mom.
There is just no easier way to describe all the fun we had, even with me sitting on my butt, yes it is just plain hard to walk anymore. Starting with fun on Saturday. Hubby and A went on their annual hike through the mountains so J and I hung out waiting for one of my highschool girlfriends to stop by for a visit. This is the only event for which I don’t have a photo. She is eight months pregnant with her first, so it was great to see her and meet her new Hubby. I can honestly say that she is just the same wonderful loveable person she was in highschool and that we just didn’t have enough time to visit. Hopefully we will get more time when she is off on mat leave.
Then, Sunday, off to the lake. I don’t even know what this lake was called but it is up in Calabogie (this link is for the Calabogie Peaks Resort, but you will see the beauty of the area). I wanted to see one of my girlfriends who was down in Calabogie this weekend. But, I didn’t want to drive it alone, so I conned the big boys with a lake to swim in. Well, I think they officially had a great time. A, who has to be persuaded to go in the pool, was right in there swimming around and Hubby was off with snorkles in two seconds when promted. J, who said he wouldn’t be going in the lake was next to impossible to get out. It was his first time in a lake and I think he was expecting crocodiles instead of his friend. The two of them are about four weeks apart and it is very cute to see them playing together.
Look at the beauty!!! Who knows, one day down the road…..
We were exhausted the whole way home, me wondering if Hubby hit another bump was my water going to break and A & J crashed in the back. It was such a wonderful day.
Monday was looking like it was going to rain all day, but it started to clear and Hubby remembered the corn roast at the farm. J was more than excited to go and sang, “Old McDonald” the whole way there. Of course when we arrived the sun burst through and it was stinkin’ hot, but that was ok because we were at the farm. Hubby and I had two ears of corn each and would have had more, but restrained ourselves.
Then on the way home, seeing Home Depot open on the holiday, I begged Hubby to pick up the hangers for the other swing. The one that will hold adults. He was a little grumpy about it, but as you can see by the smile on his face the pleasure was all his. So he and J swang away the afternoon before dipping in the pool some more.
And I can think of no other way to end the perfect long weekend. Well, except maybe the arrival of the baby, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. I will be after today though…
