Saturday, March 31, 2007

great expectations

There are some things in this world you can count on....
I expect there will be traffic during rush hour,
I expect spring to follow winter,
I expect to get paid every two weeks,
but I was not expecting to become pregnant and let alone be expecting twins!

And I really wasn't expecting go back to work after a year long maternity leave pregnant. (Either was my boss - thank god he's such a good guy). These last three months have been quite unexpected. Now I know it sounds odd, when you hear that someone is surprised to learn they are pregnant. Was I taking any precautions not to get pregnant...well no, but still, who thought it would happen so fast? I sure didn't.

We wanted to have our children close together, that was the plan. But truthfully I'm not a planner, I'm a kinda a fly by the seat of my pants girl. Yeah, well those days are gone!!

So here's how we found out about our great expectations. I was just getting used to the fact that I was having another baby. And getting over the nausea and complete exhaustion. We were at an ultrasound appointment. My husband wasn't even going to come with me, but showed up at the last minute. There we were confidently sitting in the waiting room, looking at all the newly pregnant people, and thinking "they don't know what they're in for." We were calm. We'd been through all this before...old hat to us.

It was finally our turn for the ultrasound. No big deal. I'm lying there with my eyes closed, getting some rest. My husband is on his blackberry (bad I know). The technican asks me how I got pregnant. Ahh what? I stumble... I'm thinking the old fashioned way. She confirms my age and that I'm not on fertility drugs. We don't pay much attention. Then she makes reference to two babies, to the resident in the room. I agree thinking, "yes Gracie will still be a baby when the new one comes and so I will have two babies." Then she says, "No, I see two babies."

What??? This grabs our attention. My husband moves closer and says "check again." I can't speak.
"Yes, I'm seeing two babies. Twins"
I try to speak but I can't. I'm just stammering.
The resident asks what kind of car I drive.
"A volkswagen jetta."
"Not anymore," he laughs "You're getting a mini van."

The techician shows us the two babies and prints out some pictures. Yep, this is real. We are in shock. We go back to the waiting room in silence. No talking, just blank stares. A half hour ago, we were the confident couple now were are terrified.

That was eleven days ago. While I am no longer in shock, the news quite hasn't sunk in. Don't get me wrong I am not unhappy, just overwhlemed.

I was not expecting this.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

seeing double

one + one
yep, you guessed it.

I'm expecting twins.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

perfect ending

Organized. Calm. Relaxed.

I like this feeling. It's been far too long since I've felt like this. A perfect ending to the weekend and the right way to meet a new week.

Clean house.
Stocked fridge.
Fresh, crisp sheets.
Sleeping baby.
Happy husband.

Sometimes it's just the simplest little things that make all the difference. Ahh, I could get used to this. Oh and I did the most amazing yoga class today. Just what the doctor ordered.

All rewarded with beautiful flowers.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

almost spring cleaning

I had to change the title of my post because I just looked out my window and saw a winter wonderland. I love snow, but I was starting to let myself dream of snowsuit-free bundle ups and boot-free mornings. Oh well. For all intents and purposes spring will spring in our house this weekend.

Slipcovers are getting washed and ironed,
winter sweaters are getting packed away,
front hall pictures are changing,
drawers are getting organized,
closets are getting de-cluttered and
all will be rewarded with fresh flowers.

It's sad but I need treats to motivate me to clean. I so wish I was a clean freak, but I'm not. I'm more like "oh no someone is coming over", better make the place sparkle. And this little place does need to shine this weekend. You see if I post it I will feel compelled to do it. That and the fact that our real estate agents is coming over to take a peek. Oh and the biggest reason, my mother. She's flying in tomorrow evening and staying to watch Gracie this week.
Yikes, I better get started!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

things I learned from my nanny

It's been forever since I've been here and so much has happened since my last post. Ah where do I begin? Well for starters Gracie is no longer a baby, she's a full fledged walking, babbling, getting into everything toddler. I can't believe she's 15 months old today. Yikes!

The biggest change is that I am now a working mom. That's kind of a silly term isn't it? I mean all mothers whether they've gone back to their jobs or not, work their asses off. In fact I think it was much harder being at home then going to work. But being at home with Gracie, as difficult as it was at times was so much more fun and way more important. Which brings me to the title of my post - all the things my nanny has taught me in the last 3 months.

First off I love my nanny. It was a fairly long process trying to find her, but she was well worth it. I was so concerned about having a stranger in my house and more importantly caring for my daughter. And so many people (mostly my nosy mother's group) all had very strong opinions about the nanny vs daycare. Personally I don't care what you choose for your child, if it's right for your family great. Anyway enough of that rant.

five things my nanny has taught me.....(or why I love my nanny)

1. mismatched socks, crazy-coloured outfits and even staying in pajamas all day can ma your kid look even cuter

2. It's okay to let people see the real you, you know the one that's late for a meeting, crabby with her husband

3. Kids are messy. Even people without kids are messy and it's okay if other people sometime see this.

4. You can't control everything. Perfectly behaved child throws temper trantrums at inopportune times, it happens.

5. My nanny knows how to roll with the punches, and has taught me this valuable lesson (well sort of according to my husband) I still have a long way to go.