tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34406208899492082932024-03-04T23:21:09.379-05:00L'esprit de l'escalierAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-53281866877870872952015-08-26T16:38:00.000-04:002015-08-26T16:38:00.507-04:00CornucopiaThe temperature is still over 25 degree Celsius but I am sitting here dreaming of all the yummy fall recipes we will make in the coming weeks. All the best ingredients are about to make their way in abundance to the local farmers markets and I am so excited. Some of our repertoire:<br />
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<li>Fresh basil Pesto</li>
<li>Corn Chowder</li>
<li>Bolognese sauce made with fresh san marzano tomatoes</li>
<li>Harira</li>
<li>Pumpkin, Sausage & Sage pasta</li>
<li>Pumpkin muffins</li>
<li>Dutch Apple pancakes, made with fresh apples from the local farm</li>
<li>Apple Muffins</li>
<li>Apple Crumble</li>
<li>Chicken Vesuvio</li>
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Don't you love fall food? I can't wait to see what my little one thinks of all these flavours as this will be her first taste of most of these recipes/ingredients.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-74101653398022055632015-08-13T10:31:00.000-04:002015-08-13T10:31:01.447-04:00Grumpy old menI have mellowed out in my old age. In my teens and early twenties I seemed to run on vitriol, always finding a nemesis or someone I deemed competition to my goals/desires. I'm not proud of it but at least I can see it now. Thanks to some therapy sessions in my mid to late twenties, as well as joining a running group (of really amazing women who were a positive influence) I found that I didn't need that type of 'motivation' in my life. I didn't even think that mindset was toxic until it was no longer present in my life.<br />
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Since coming back from maternity leave last December I have been confronted with someone that has re-ignited these feelings. I can't get into too much detail but suffice it to say the HE does not like me and is doing what he can to make me feel small, inadequate and unskilled. He is in a position of authority (which was not the case when I left) and it feels like he has made it his mission to watch over me and point out anything I do wrong.<br />
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I have had nothing but good reviews since I started this job many years ago, so the fact that this is documented in my review for this year really hurts me. It kills me to have someone question my work ethic and quality since I take such pride in both. I hate how much he seems to enjoy what he is doing, and how directed it is. Why has he singled me out? Doesn't he have something better to do? I have tried to smooth things over but he's an automaton with no human emotion (apart from spite) and I think he would miss having the scapegoat.<br />
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What irks me is that I think about him a lot. I see his face and I want to do mean things back to him. And I really, really wish I didn't feel this way because it's ugly. It's energy spent and wasted. It's toxic to the people in my life that have to hear about it because if I don't vent I might explode. I especially resent him for making me cry because I would never have let him get to me like that before I became a mother.<br />
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I can't do anything about it so I'm going to try and get over it. Not ignore it, but just accept it. I want to get back to a place where I don't have such anger in my life, much less every day that I walk into the office. I doubt it will be easy but I need to stop wasting my energy on something I can't change. Wish me luck and maturity, I think I'm going to need both.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-38252871092221795722015-08-12T10:21:00.003-04:002015-08-12T10:23:32.573-04:00Normal is as normal doesOkay, no joke, I wrote this nearly 7 months ago and never got around to posting it. I will now, with a smirk on my face knowing that not a whole lot has changed. I feel more at peace with all of it however. Also, I have less spit on my clothes now, huzzah!<br />
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Hello! It's me, I'm still here. I often question if I exist apart from my little one, since I truly do nothing other than take care of her, go to work and sleep in 3 hour intervals. Based on that description. it sounds like I have a newborn but alas, I do not. I have a 15 month old that does not understand the joys of sleeping for more than 3 hours in a row. She'll get there, right? This too shall pass...right? Yeah, I've heard all the thought cancelling cliches, and I know it can't last forever, but until she no longer holds us as sleep hostages, my life will not start going back to 'normal'.<br />
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I say "normal" with the clear understanding that my normal has change irrevocably. Bit by bit I am starting to feel better and more comfortable in my skin but I realize that I will probably never feel like my old self again. It's just taking so long to get myself to a state of normalcy that I question if it's taking place at all. It's glacial movement kind of slow. But, just like people told me, eventually I was able to sit down again after giving birth. Eventually the scar tissue lessened its rage and allowed me to shower and perform other hygiene based activities without cringing/wincing. My abdominal strength even started to slowly reappeared, even if it was hidden under a lovely sheath of belly jelly. I even had 20 odd skin tags removed from my neck - bet you didn't know that those were a fugly side effect of pregnancy, did you? So, what's left? What strange bodily changes have remained? Let's see....I have a double chin that looks like it's hear to stay. A new skin condition that appears to be rosacea on my cheeks. There is the high likelihood of snizzing if my bladder is full when I sneeze. My feet never returned to their old size and now my feet are too big to fit into most of my oh-so-pretty pre-pregnancy shoes. There's the undeniable deterioration in my vision, which will be confirmed shortly at the optometrist. Then there's the obvious, goes without saying weight gain that is taking so damn long to address.<br />
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I'm not stupid; I know that weight loss is simple math. Reduce calories in (less fatty intake) and increase calories out (through exercise) to achieve weight loss. I know my body (or at least I did before the baby), I need to exercise to increase calories out because I like to eat way too much. My adult body was comfy at 140 without much exercise or 130 if I was working out like a fiend (i.e. training for a marathon). I also knew my body type could have been described as "athletic"; never thigh gap skinny. I will never be 120 pounds again like in my high school days and I am SO okay with that. But I don't want to be 165 pounds. I need to move my ass. But with Olivia, winter weather, traffic, chores, daycare and work hours hemming me in, I can't even fit in 30 minutes at my work gym. Every day I wake up thinking 'it's not hard, don't eat all that extra stuff and you will fit in your nice clothes again'. But there is always something extra I want to eat. Eating makes me happy. Food makes me happy. Cooking makes me happy. To make matters worse, I consider myself a stress eater, so basically the last 15 months of stressful (I mean blissful ) motherhood has translated to an abundance of stress eating.<br />
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But here I am. Let me paint you a picture; I go to work in clothes that are too tight and often covered in dry spit , with sallow eyes ringed in dark circles, and the same old shoes that I bought to fit my pregnant feet. My beautiful jewelry that I scoured for on eBay doesn't fit my swollen fingers and I am lucky if I get to brush my teeth before I leave the house, much less put on makeup or style my hair. I never thought I needed to wear makeup before; now I feel like I must hide behind it.<br />
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Ouuf, sounds like someone needs a sit down with a therapist and a massage, hun?<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-58086557252269454112014-06-03T10:48:00.001-04:002014-06-03T10:48:11.874-04:00Brace face no moreI can't believe that I posted so many updates on my progress with orthodontic braces and never bothered to report on the results. Check out these choppers: <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrGtJPzQT0zMvC_mTrOGR61u7y2n8Cxfg1ZnnBh4xq62EGpn3MbabyWE8TaEe2IxCJ_2Xb2b83UR2Qzhkz_g1IK9QO6A9GGd52HxIhEzUpb1ztztzt0v9wllo_QNRwJSuqHHC9mIhBF_m/s640/blogger-image--129224005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrGtJPzQT0zMvC_mTrOGR61u7y2n8Cxfg1ZnnBh4xq62EGpn3MbabyWE8TaEe2IxCJ_2Xb2b83UR2Qzhkz_g1IK9QO6A9GGd52HxIhEzUpb1ztztzt0v9wllo_QNRwJSuqHHC9mIhBF_m/s640/blogger-image--129224005.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>The braces came off in December during new baby craziness, so it was a bit of a non event after so much build up. In January after holiday madness, I had my top two front teeth built up with new bottom edges. I really underestimated what a difference this would make to my smile, even more than the actual straightening with braces. At first I was upset with how different it looked but within a week I barely noticed the difference. I recently saw a photo of how short my two front teeth were and I'm glad we adjusted this because braces alone would not have had the best impact.</div><div><br></div><div>At this point I'm still supposed to wear my retainer 24/7, but this proves difficult, mostly because I am busy with Olivia and I often forget to put it back on after a meal. I'm trying to be good, I really am. So was it all worth it? Ehhhh, I'm still on the fence. At this age, a lot of wear and tear has already changed my teeth to a point where even braces didn't amount to this mind blowing result that I expected. I'm happy with the results but I'm not sure that at this stage of my life it was worth the hassle. In any case, the saga of braceface is over at last. Hoohaa!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-35789445407972730802014-06-02T11:53:00.001-04:002014-06-02T11:59:22.043-04:00Shopping: sephora lip balmI don't get out much these days, so I usually end up with a long list of supplies that I need to buy whenever I do get out. I'm not one of these (talented) mommys that head out dressed up nice and stroll around with their baby, acting like it's nothing to lug around a 40 pound carrier and change poo diapers in filthy mall settings; I tend to wait until my mom babysits and then I do a marathon shopping trip to do everything at once. Usually with dirty hair and the least dirty pair of pants that fit, praying that I won't run into anyone I know. Oh how my standards have changed... Jebus help me. It doesn't help that I'm super picky and don't want other people helping out by picking things up for me. Let's just call me choosy and leave it there. <div><br></div><div>Along with a million baby supplies, my mega shopping list included lip balm, which I needed desperately because I haven't worn anything but lip balm since last October when I went on Mat leave. I searched a few pharmacies during my shopping binges to no avail, since the one I liked (soft lips) could not be found. I just wanted a balm that had no colour and no flavour, which is oddly a difficult feat. I nearly gave in a bought Fresh sugar lip treatment at Sephora, which has a whopping 26$ price tag, but cooler heads prevailed when I spotted this in house Sephora product for 6$. I am living off a mat leave salary after all!! After a week of use I gotta say that I love it. I noticed it's a limited edition So I may need to stock up. I highly recommend this one if you are in the market for a subtle scent and nourishing texture without being tacky/sticky, and overly flavoured or scented</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefmjiZF-nP2HDvjMZbmA6w1I98FduSqxa6z-0ewM632488VGHJfiHHSLsg_6SvZZzACbhOgMmD8BM3xMBTxI4x8oGULK2T5Bz84_lpwvyH32khluO5FrDUriHxBwSIwvvr_8zb0dEjx33/s640/blogger-image--971109696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefmjiZF-nP2HDvjMZbmA6w1I98FduSqxa6z-0ewM632488VGHJfiHHSLsg_6SvZZzACbhOgMmD8BM3xMBTxI4x8oGULK2T5Bz84_lpwvyH32khluO5FrDUriHxBwSIwvvr_8zb0dEjx33/s640/blogger-image--971109696.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-40987085046367972172014-05-27T12:54:00.000-04:002014-06-02T11:59:57.487-04:00Stay at home mamaLittle miss Olivia has been keeping me busy. I went missing from this blog a couple months prior to her birth and since then, updating a blog has been the furthest thing from my mind. I seem to have little capacity to take on anything above and beyond baby care, preparing food, and minimal hygiene. Pretty picture, hun? But this little 6 month old is (as predicted by all parents everywhere) the best thing in my life.<br>
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In between naps and bottle sterilizing, i have been visiting facebook and posting/sharing things i like and i must admit that I'm probably driving my friends nuts with all my rabbit and baby related posts. But facebook posts are bite sized and just the 5-minutes-at-a-time amount of leisure reading i have available these days. Anyhow, i figure i should come back here with all my "likes" and "shares" since they are more for me than for others anyhow. So here i am. And I'm armed with many, many photos of my baby (and fur baby)...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-63824848835189414972013-09-11T23:03:00.001-04:002013-09-11T23:03:07.408-04:00CravingOf all the odd pregnancy cravings out there, my specific compulsion is Hamburger helper. I have not eaten HH since my teens, but I've conned Marc into making it for me on numerous occasions during this pregnancy. Strangely satisfying stuff, I wonder if I will continue to like it afterwards...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-47811695347124668282013-09-11T09:48:00.002-04:002013-09-11T09:48:42.492-04:00Mind your manners!Insensitive comment of the day: A security guard approached me to say he told everyone (who's everyone?) that he could guess if I was having a girl or a boy. When I confirmed his guess that it's a girl, he said it's because I am so big. He then went on to ask when I was due. When I said November he got all bug eyed, saying it's so far away and I'm already so big! I just said yeah and started walking to the elevator. Not taking a hint, he followed me and kept persisting, 'Really? Nov? But you look like you could have contractions any minute!'. He said I was "sooo big!" 3 times before I got into the elevator. I know English isn't his first language but it's hard to chalk it up to miscommunication; mind your manners, people!! I can't wait to go back to being a wallflower....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-60515160655763044562013-09-07T09:51:00.001-04:002013-09-07T09:51:41.041-04:00Weekend deliveryWaiting for delivery of our crib an changing table and hoping (despite the fiasco it was to purchase the items) that we will get what we paid for within the timeframe they promised. Getting closer to having all the big purchases taken care of....soothes the ocd beast within!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-51267153636224324852013-09-06T11:25:00.000-04:002013-09-06T11:25:47.583-04:00Lucky duckWhat a week! First I find out from my orthodontist that we are ready for a "braces" exit strategy, and then I get news that I passed my Glucose screening test, which means I do not have to go back to the hospital for a pretty miserable glucose tolerance test. I'm loving this week! Amazballs!<br />
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Continual hospital appointments are par for the course with pregnancy, but I must admit that I was dreading this test above all others. You have to fast for 12 hours and then head to the hospital for hours of blood tests after ingesting a ton of sweet syrupy liquid. It's long and always pretty miserable in that waiting area, but adding hunger and low sugar to the mix made me weary. I anticipated a rough go, and I expected bad results. But a near miracle occurred and I actually passed the first screening so I don't have to suffer through the tolerance test after all. I felt the stress melt away this morning when I found out. It also means that I don't have to miss more work for yet another appointment. My manager has been a saint through all of this, but I've been feeling pretty weighed down by all the appointments lately and I'm glad to say that next week I have zero appointments to content with. Zero!! <br />
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Ahhh, great way to head into a weekend....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-46432992708541512762013-09-04T17:20:00.001-04:002013-09-04T17:20:36.661-04:00An End in SightWow, I am still in stunned disbelief! After all this time, the orthodontist has finally given me the okay to book my final four orthodontic appointments to have my braces removed! Oh joy!<br />
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The process involves four orthodontic appointments; <br />1. A final check up in late October to make sure my teeth are still stabilized<br />2. Impressions of my teeth will be taken six weeks later (early December) to create my permanent retainer. <br />3. The actual removal of the braces will occur 2 weeks after impressions on Dec 17th<br />4. A day later, they will apply the permanent retainer <br />
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On the same day that get my braces removed, I will also need to make an appointment with my regular dentist to fix the lower edges of my top front teeth. Naturally, there is a catch. These appointments in December will arrive at nearly the same time as my baby. My due date is November 23rd and if I was to bet money, I would say my due date will be later than expected. This means that in all likelihood my due date will either be in direct conflict with the appointments OR I will have a brand new baby to content with. Either way, it makes these appointments complicated.<br />
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I am so so so eager to do this! It would be an amazing Christmas gift to myself. I do find it ironic that this event (which I have been waiting for with baited breath) completely conflicts with my due date but luckily the orthodontist admin assistant was kind enough to give me some options. She very patiently arranged two different streams of appointments, one in December and the other in January so that if I had to cancel, I could still have dates planned for the next month. I'm trying to console myself that it's merely one month longer and there is an end in sight, but truth be told I was hoping this would all be done with before I had the baby.<br />
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In any case, I realize it's all out of my hands at this point. So much to be excited about this year...I'm really loving year 35, it's been good to me :-)<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-46879351899496250422013-09-02T16:50:00.001-04:002013-09-02T16:50:40.006-04:00CheesyNearly everything is closed today for Labour day except for Atwater market. Needless to say it was a madhouse, but there's still so much fun to be had perusing the fruits, veggies and cheese shops. So excited to find two of my favourite cheeses there (straccchino and aged mimolette), and both are pasturized, to boot!! Treats for tonight!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-43164818846300951032013-09-01T22:49:00.001-04:002013-09-01T22:49:19.878-04:00Much deliciousness ensuedWe splurged on this bad boy recently and I have been dying to give it a try. This mornings breakfast was a great success, I was very pleased with the results. Golden, tangy buttermilk waffles....mmmm, no adult woman should get as excited about waffles as I do! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKWbTeMS5y9sMpxoUWmj_IX57cV3i0CrYHY4lf7SSVJ8UxLBrygMCdSxMGLpf8GXbsOpd6VVgM9c-BaH6WXydHNcWh9x-sSGiCyyrkE-a0WcVnDBAte0RJe1pwYiWK9eL12lHdNPcAcRV/s640/blogger-image--308500990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvKWbTeMS5y9sMpxoUWmj_IX57cV3i0CrYHY4lf7SSVJ8UxLBrygMCdSxMGLpf8GXbsOpd6VVgM9c-BaH6WXydHNcWh9x-sSGiCyyrkE-a0WcVnDBAte0RJe1pwYiWK9eL12lHdNPcAcRV/s640/blogger-image--308500990.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-44191045968039558612013-08-28T09:00:00.000-04:002013-08-28T09:00:03.846-04:00Cute stuffI'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. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-38805997727379409832013-08-27T10:58:00.001-04:002013-08-27T15:48:27.515-04:00Center of attentionBeing 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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-74225599530128645552013-08-25T21:30:00.000-04:002013-08-26T10:45:50.822-04:00Not rationalMy 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!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-92187429804305948572013-08-23T16:23:00.000-04:002013-08-23T16:23:00.251-04:00Cookie 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!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-53647535052409721812013-08-22T15:45:00.002-04:002013-08-22T15:45:50.061-04:00Prison 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. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-14043248486123506452013-08-21T15:32:00.000-04:002013-08-22T15:36:00.210-04:00I HEART breakfast foodI'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!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-39248691007162397352013-08-20T11:24:00.001-04:002013-08-20T11:24:15.386-04:00Another 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. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-47921923221410583372013-08-19T14:16:00.001-04:002013-08-19T14:16:37.052-04:00Portion controlWhat 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.<div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-38429123376912899922013-08-17T11:59:00.001-04:002013-08-17T11:59:16.288-04:00And 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!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU987UoQoFRrdAPdPMdxHNvNCZZzpcZXcXJy4QkZZlQdd-10KrIuqLjumJ5hkIdtuVHJiyflffsf2UtnBfx9L3kgOAIgzU4U01CP0SMBTsc7_9vVHJYjfRdnAiUST6bAv0hXXLphxO0bs/s640/blogger-image--132766238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU987UoQoFRrdAPdPMdxHNvNCZZzpcZXcXJy4QkZZlQdd-10KrIuqLjumJ5hkIdtuVHJiyflffsf2UtnBfx9L3kgOAIgzU4U01CP0SMBTsc7_9vVHJYjfRdnAiUST6bAv0hXXLphxO0bs/s640/blogger-image--132766238.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-6617449536261314752013-08-16T23:26:00.001-04:002013-08-16T23:26:15.964-04:00In small quantitiesAt 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. AhhhhAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-50888865105072279722013-08-15T11:03:00.001-04:002013-08-15T11:03:00.503-04:00Waiting RoomAmoungst 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.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440620889949208293.post-3287579468930487602013-04-03T15:05:00.001-04:002013-04-03T15:08:53.532-04:00Bunny: trying out the bunny harnessI know, it looks crazy. But if i can get her use to the harness, eventually when the warmer weather arrives I might be able to get her outside to enjoy the grass and sunshine. I don't plan on walking her but I will bring her out in her carrier and keep her on a short leash so she can hop around. The bunny is darn fast, I wouldn't dare try to wrangle her without it. If I wasn't a crazy bunny lady before, I guess this cements it! <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtLb69yau150iAPBupQszgRdYVaz8ph5yaOkMe2X6i7oFjGVsyms6rqJYZT_8LVWfL0KqU179KCP-l5e2tH2oUtzvdjR8CM9mSflMoy43zPim6Fs9qlmZZj4L_Rl0UeCyfxNxJFC6EqK7/s640/blogger-image--1071413131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtLb69yau150iAPBupQszgRdYVaz8ph5yaOkMe2X6i7oFjGVsyms6rqJYZT_8LVWfL0KqU179KCP-l5e2tH2oUtzvdjR8CM9mSflMoy43zPim6Fs9qlmZZj4L_Rl0UeCyfxNxJFC6EqK7/s640/blogger-image--1071413131.jpg" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14469306039677871693noreply@blogger.com0