Happy Anniversary

We celebrated our third anniversary this week. Jay's parents treated us to a wonderful stay at the Radisson Hotel in Kingston for the long weekend and lent us their car to boot! We waded in the pool and took a walk through the outdoor market. We had a delicious dinner and ordered a movie to our room. And just plain relaxed.
Monday we headed to Oshawa to return the car and spend some time with the folks. Tuesday we lazed around the apartment and convinced each other not to do any laundry. Wednesday my ma and pa came downtown and took us for a yummy lunch at the pub across the street and then Jay accompanied me to my foot doctor appointment (I need orthotics!!) followed by voting and then a grand meal at Il Fornello.

Jay is the greatest partner in the whole wide world. And he's going to make one heckuvan awesome dad.

Telling the 'rents

We headed out to Oshawa to stay at Jay's parents' place before heading out to Deb & Tony's wedding in Kingston. We brought the ultrasound pic to show them. After Dad had opened his belated b-day gifts, Jay told them that we had recently taken an awesome photo and that we wanted to share it with them. They were blown away! Happy tears and warm hugs.

week 7 - the peanut

We got up bright and early to make it to the ultrasound appointment and it was well worth it! nausea and all. At first she checked me abdominally and the screen was blank. well not blank exactly, but the sac looked empty. I was worried. What's going on!? and then the big wand came out and the transvaginal began. it's so frustrating not knowing what you're looking at or what they're looking for. little did i know that they were checking out my ovaries and uterus and making sure all was good. once they got what they needed they let us finally see it. and there "it" was, in all its glory...


Inside the black there is a peanut and inside that peanut there is a white dot. that white dot flickered. that white dot is a heartbeat. we were overwhelmed. as soon as the technicians left i just started to ball. even jay was tearing up. having had two miscarriages, we never had the chance to see a heartbeat. this was truly a miracle. we are truly blessed.

then off to see docta shep with the results. "all is good", she told us. "come back at week 11 and we'll do a full physical"and she sent me off to pee in a cup and get vials and vials of blood sucked out of my arm.

what an awesome day!

Feeling the love

Could I possibly be any more tired or feel any more nauseous? ugh! Don't get me wrong, I am totally thrilled about the situation, I just wish that i had a bit more energy and that i didn't feel like puking all of the time. Jay's amazing, always making sure that i'm doing alright. bringing me ice cream and freezie pops and rubbing my feet. ahh love.

Jen is just to S-M-R-T!

Sometimes me ain't so smart. S-M-R-T! I updated my facebook profile this morning to Sandi is nauseous with anticipation. It took Jen all of 5 minutes to send me a message, "what are u anticipating?". Being 9 months pregnant, she's quicker than most when it comes to these types of cryptic messages. I changed my profile immediately and gave Jen a call to share the news. She was ecstatic! And so am I.

Docta Shep

I had made an appointment with my doc to talk to her about some foot pain I'd been experiencing with my left foot. Aching bunion, bla bla bla. So of course I took this opportunity to tell her that I was pregnant. She was more than happy to hear it. She tells me that I'm at about 5 weeks in.
The reason I started seeing Dr. Shepherd was because I had gone through two misscarrages (one in March 03 and one Oct. 04) and I wanted a family doctor. I was tired of the walk-in clinics and nobody really caring. I saw a few before I decided that Docta Shep was the one. Her office isn't in the greatest part of town and it houses an HIV & Mental Health Clinic which can make for some scary waiting time. But there was something about her that was very genuine. She looks at you when you talk, you can see her processing the information and she has a great sense of humour. Meaning, she gets mine. Knowing my pregnancy track record, the Doc schedules me for an ultrasound at 7 weeks. Can't freakin wait!

Telling Ma

We're celebrating my mom's 67th b-day today. Sista has graciously offered to throw a bbq in her honour. Before heading out there I decide that another pee-on-a-stick test is in order. All of a sudden my breasts aren't as tender as they were yesterday. something must be wrong. I can't tell mom that we're expecting when maybe we're not expecting anymore. yes, i make a lot of sense. i am completely rational. ya right. in seconds the stick tells me - postitive. was there any doubt?

We head out to the west end. I am exhausted. I try to nap on the train. Before the bbq gets underway we get mom to open some presents. I've knit her a cozy vest. She loves it. I tell her that we have one more present for her and she gets all exited, like a little kid. Almost like she knows what's coming. We tell them, mom, abuela, the kids. My mom and gran start thanking God and hugging us and just freaking out in general. Kassidy can't believe it. She has a million 12-year old questions. And I have a lot of time to answer them all!