Cute stuff

I'm really enjoying shopping for baby clothes more than I thought possible. Marc has already said that he may have to put a ban on further bunny rabbit themed purchases if I don't curb it.

Center of attention

Being pregnant doesn't automatically make me a friendlier person. I don't want to strike up a conversation with you now if we have never small talked before. I'm not trying to be mean, I just don't feel like making new friends because I'm pregnant. I've always preferred disolving into a crowd, suddenly being the centre of attention is not easy for me. I don't remember ever pestering a pregnant lady I didn't know (apart from holding the door open longer than I normally would for non-pregnant folks) and I can say with great confidence I will be sure to lay off in the future now that I know what it's like.

Not rational

My addiction to J. Crew products is so all-encompassing that even when pregnant (and do not fit in women's clothing sizes) I am resorting to buying men's accessories to get my fix. 25% off may not justify the purchase, but boy am I excited to get it. I can't say that about any of my recent (maternity) clothing purchases!

Cookie Crisp, Hershey chocolate bars, Smuckers jam, and the diabeties inducing list goes on....

Even after all these years, I still harbor a little excitement at the prospect of cross border shopping. For the most part we Montrealers have many of the same retailers as the US but it's the little differences that get me giddy. American chocolate bars, cereals, jams, coffee, oh my! I guess it's no accident that they all contain addictive sugar and caffeine!

Prison Break! Early morning adventure...

Little Miss Ellie escaped last night thanks to our forgetfullness in closing the lid to her cage. She was free to roam the apartment until around 6:30am when we heard her claws skittering on the hallway floor. It was easier than usual to wrangle her back into her cage and if I didn't know better I'd say it appeared as if she knew she was doing something she shouldn't be doing so she was resigned to going back to her cage.

I HEART breakfast food

I'm finally gonna bite the bullet and drop some cash on a super fancy waffle maker from Williams & Sonoma. It's an indulgence, but I figure I won't be going out much for weekend breakfasts once the baby arrives. It feels wrong to be so excited over a waffle iron!

Another day, another waiting room.

Pregnancy is filled with time spent in waiting rooms; it can be pretty depressing. Especially when you finished a really engaging book the night before and don't have another book lined  up. 

Portion control

What a bright idea it was to cut two large slices of banana bread this morning, rationalizing that I could have one today and keep the other at my desk for breakfast tomorrow. What transpired was inevitable; portion control only works if the portion is safely tucked away from my line of vision.

And check out those hems!

I see so many young women walking around lately wearing 90's fashions, and I wish I could stage an intervention. Behold, striped pants (and sass) immortalized in pictures, 20 years later!

In small quantities

At this stage of the pregnancy, I'm starting to have small bouts of energy again. It doesn't last long before my feet and ankles start to swell, so I have been trying to take advantage by organizing and cleaning the apt in small bites-sized tasks. There's something to be said about clean home, clear mind. Ahhhh

Waiting Room

Amoungst the many trials of pregnancy, waiting for a (minimum 1 hour late) appointment at the OBGYN has to be one of my least favourites. Sitting in a hall with 10 other (seemingly unhappy) pregnant women and their partners, especially with little to no AC, is a special kind of torture.