Wednesday, September 1, 2010


I'm sure I'm not the only one who can't properly enjoy the last few days as a mom of only one thanks to the ill effects of the last weeks of pregnancy.  Poor little Grant.  He's the one who really suffers here.  Trevor is still working ridiculously long hours an hour out of Lethbridge, and tonight he's staying over at the hotel there since he has to start work at 6am - and who can blame him for not wanting to get up at 4:30am on a regular basis?

Monday we did manage to get out of the house.  Trevor and I are starting a business this month - more on that in a minute - so Grant and I went to Wal-Mart (shudder) and Staples to look for a certain piece of furniture we need.  I hate Wal-Mart.  I nearly bought Grant some new church socks, but I don't want to give them my business and there's no way I'm standing in line to buy one thing when I have this much pelvic and uterine ligament pain.  Ugh.

Tuesday we made it to the mall, where we had lunch.  We didn't even browse a single store, just had lunch and took a sort-of walk inside.  I thought I might not make it back to the van it hurt so much to walk by the time we left.  And that was after mostly just sitting to eat lunch.  Pathetic.

Today was Wednesday, and I declared it a stay-at-home day.  Grant asked to watch Baby Signing Time after breakfast, which is the only thing he will actually watch.  It'd be nice for me if he'd start to like TV, he'd have a funner day enjoying his shows and we are paying for cable; might as well watch Treehouse!  But he's just not interested.  I also tried to pique his curiosity by putting on Finding Nemo after Signing Time, but he wasn't interested.  With Trevor not coming home for dinner, and me not having gone grocery shopping this week, we went to Denny's at 5.  Grant was rowdy and I once again thought I might not make it home - the walk from the van to the house carrying Grant could have killed me.  Thank goodness he's good about going to bed - or at least staying in his room once he's put in there.

Tomorrow might be another stay-at-home day, which is tough with such an ACTIVE little boy.  He just wants to terrorize the entire neighborhood EVERY SINGLE DAY.  At least once the baby comes I'll be able to walk again.  There's got to be some way to speed up time....

I have been keeping busy; there is lots to do on our business once Grant goes down for his nap and occasionally I can get a few things done while he's awake.  If I'm tired, I'll nap when he does, but I've been mostly okay for the day.  We'll have to wait until this big project Trevor is working on is over and we've adjusted a little bit to a new baby and a new routine before launching, but we are going to rent Canon camera lenses (and other equipment) from our home.  There is nowhere to rent these things in Lethbridge, and lots of people who think they are photographers, including me!  (And some that really are, of course).  So we are excited about the business (our new "baby"), and about our real new baby!  I can't wait to meet our latest addition and FINALLY found out if it's a boy or a girl - I might go crazy waiting.  Please come soon!  And in the meantime, while you're waiting for a post about our new little munchkin, check us out at


  1. Hope the baby comes soon so you can move again! And that the baby lets you sleep once (s)he arrives.

    On an unrelated note, is there any chance of you changing your colour scheme a tad? I find it very difficult to read the light blue text on a white background. I pretty much have to highlight the stuff I want to see.

  2. Hey Skye! Congrats on your new little girl!! Sounds like it was pretty painful in the end! Not a moment to soon! Good luck with your business and learning to be a Mom of 2!!

  3. Man I bet you are GLAD that you are no longer pregnant! You are such a trooper and I know that you are a great mom! You are so lively and fun!
    Congrats on the baby girl! How fun now you have one of each!
    You sure got out of the house more then I did when I was pregnant and I didn't have any little kids. I just couldn't move my butt at the end.