Just Jordan

Words out of Hugh's mouth this week: "Scoring goals never gets old."  "I hate losing" How much do I love this man? Hugh is 38 years old today. Easily the oldest guy on his hockey team. Still easily one of the best players ( and other people would say that - not just his wife!). Hugh always says I'm the competitive one (which isn't a lie), but won't easily admit how competitive he can be. Both things I love about him. Hugh is a great partner and father. If I had to do it again, I wouldn't hesitate to choose him. Other words out of Hugh's mouth this week: "I am old enough to be that teammate's dad"  And it wouldn't have been a teen pregnancy!  Happy birthday, babe! We love you and are thrilled we get to spend the year 38 with you.   If you want the background behind these pictures, see HERE .

I thought I was in labour late Saturday night. Like seriously thought it. I was pumped it was starting, because that meant this pregnancy would be over, but upset because I really, really, really want to go into labour during the day. I was so convinced I was in labour that I actually started rounding up things in the middle of the night to pack in my suitcase. Remember, I haven't packed one yet!  I knew Hugh would be good at gathering most of the stuff on my list, but nursing tank and flip flops could be stumpers for him. Obviously, I wasn't in labour. If I had been this would be a post about baby #4 and not titled "false alarm". In my defence I was experiencing EXACTLY what I experienced for my first couple hours with Boone's labour. Turns out there must be a flu going around with the exact same symptoms. Hooray for me.  Because of the flu I felt crappy on Sunday and to top it all off, I was upset I didn't have a baby. I am 38 weeks today. Boone came 9 day...

HERE is the post about the slippers I bought while pregnant with Boone. Here are the upgrades: I bought these at The Trading Post downtown Saskatoon. Apparently, they sell them in Tisdale as well if you are looking! They came HIGHLY recommended by Deena and my sister-in-law, Brittany. They were pricey (over $80), but I have quickly fallen in love. They are definitely an upgrade from my last pair. I love, love, love them! Hooray for IVIG treatments being over!

I have been busy checking things off my nesting list this week. I've also been able to get a visit in with some friends and spend some time with each of the boys. So far, so good! I will also note that I am feeling a lot better not being on my feet as much and being able to lie down during the day (Calder has school and Boone is going to daycare part-time). I had an ultrasound and pre-natal appointment on Friday. Dr. M told me that things were looking good and that she thought I would make it a week, but didn't think I would make it the 3 weeks to my due date. I'm not sure if it was her words, or my own paranoia, but I was a little afraid this past weekend that I was having signs of labour. Okay. I was more than just a little afraid. I actually started crying on Saturday night when I thought I was in the beginning stages. I felt like I was getting ripped off not having one day to myself!  Needless to say, I did not go into labour and have since settled with the fact tha...

Today is my last day of work. . . When I was pregnant with Boone I lasted until Christmas, so making it to the end of the semester feels like an accomplishment. People keep asking me how I feel, and truthfully, I feel crappy. My body seriously hurts. Between Braxton Hicks 30 - 40 times a day, back pain and SERIOUS pelvic pain, most days I am barely moving (and certainly not setting any speed records doing it). I actually might feel physically worse at this point in my pregnancy compared to where I was with Boone, but my stress level has not been the same. I did a lot of worrying about Boone's health during my pregnancy. I lost sleep. I shed tears. I'm not saying I haven't worried about this babe, but only a small fraction of the amount. In fact, a couple of weeks ago I had a dream this baby had NH and was really sick in the hospital. When I woke up I told Hugh about the nightmare, stating, "I had the worst dream. Our baby was sick". Hugh responded, "What we...

Hugh commented a couple of weeks ago that I was in the nesting stage. I internally balked at Hugh's comment and likely just ignored him. At 33 weeks I felt a long ways away from the end and I certainly didn't feel the need to be put into any 3rd trimester pregnancy stereotypes. This morning I admitted to myself and then shortly after to Hugh that yes, I am indeed in the nesting stage. I have been cleaning out cupboards, organizing drawers, crossing off projects and bossing Hugh around ever since Christmas. Yesterday, I made an official list of things to organize around the house. This morning I realized that I was excited about that list. Nesting. I also think my realization came because things have slowed down at work. January is a busy time in a high school. Students are writing their last unit exams and handing in final projects. Teachers are busy marking, creating final exams, and continuing there contact home to parents (many of whom are looking for some last minute ...

Today is it. My last IVIG appointment. I am 35 weeks (if you can believe it) and after this I will be spending my Thursdays elsewhere. Next week I will be with my period 1s as they write their final exam and after that - who knows. January 30 is my last day of work so I have an open schedule (that I am looking forward to filling). At my 33 week IVIG treatment I said goodbye to one of the staff who was going on holidays and wouldn't return before today. She is a warm, loving soul and when she gave me a hug I felt myself tear up. The women who work at CTC have been such a part of my story. I hope never to be back getting poked by them, but I sure hope I see them again.  As much as I have had feelings of sadness about saying goodbye, I almost felt a bit giddy today driving to the hospital. I am almost done. Pregnancy doesn't suit me and I am on my way out. To celebrate my last appointment my sister, Jes, and sister-in-law, Brittany, are coming by to have lunch with me. I order...