Morning Ritual

I thought I'd write a little story about how long it takes me to get to work in the mornings now that JellyBean tags along.



I used to wake up at 7:30 but after being almost late five days straight, I changed it to 6:30 am. So the alarm sometimes gets to ring, but not lately, even with the body pillow. JellyBean is usually up first. I roll out of bed with a sense of style and trip over the clothes I've left on the floor as I try to make my way quietly to the bedroom door. By the time I get there, I usually have sworn a couple times and looked over to see if that woke Corey up. Usually doesn't. I try to ... sneak the door open, but if you've been to our house there isn't a door IN the house that does anything quietly. Then I trip on Odie as I step out into the hallway. He casually gets up and follows me to the outside door to be put outside. Maggie is a morning dog and is very bouncy when I let her out. Then I literally toss Molly outside because she won't go out willingly. Cats.



I get myself a bowl of cereal and start the shower. Yes ... I eat my cereal in the shower. Deal with it. By this time it's at least near 6:45. I usually shower for about 15-20 minutes, but now that the braces are in it sometimes drags on and on. FINALLY somewhere between 7:00 and 7:30 (really anytime in there) I get out of the shower and trod into the bedroom. No longer caring if I wake Corey up. I warn him I'm turning the light on ... usually after it's already on and then proceed to get dressed. See ... the caring thing to do would be to pick out my clothes the night before but ... NAH. So then, I go between the dryer and the bedroom at least twice, finally dressed I make my lunch.

Lunch is made! Yeah! Grab my coat and put my boots on and go outside. Realize I forgot my lunch, my bag and my keys, I go back inside. Outside again I go to the quansit and literally squeeze myself inbetween the shrinking space that is there to start my car. Once started, I put my things inside and try to open the doors. A futile attempt, but one that must be made so that I can say that I tried. Then I go back up the hill to the house and stomp over to Corey, who by this time already knows what I'm coming to tell him. Grumbling he gets dressed. By now I'm in a pretty cheery mood (if I didn't fall on the way back up the hill and if I didn't have to stop breathing in order to squeeze into the quansit). I realize that I left my phone in the house so I grab that ... and the REST of my lunch that I somehow forgot to pack into my bag and follow Corey back down to the quansit.

Finally, the doors are open and I kiss him goodbye and leave the yard. I still manage to make the 40 minute drive at a decent calm speed and sometimes make it there before 8 on a good day. It's interesting anyways. lol.

Halfway there!!

Finally halfway done! I am SO excited and so is Corey. JellyBean is definitely kicking and squirming and takes up that entire bump in the picture there ... and probably some of my butt ;-). We had our doctor's app't and JellyBean was kicking or punching the doppler and pushing up against the measuring tape. Making it known that she/he is there. JellyBean is growing like a weed and my hope to have a nice, quiet and calm baby is starting to fade away. I have a little hockey lover in there. One who likes loud music and really loves to play with people's hands. I can't wait to meet you Jelly Bean and neither can your papa!

In other news, Christmas is ALMOST here!!! Corey has had my present tauntingly under the tree for a while now. Anyone who knows me, knows I like to be informed and so Christmas usually wreaks havoc on my self control. I haven't peeked yet, nor have I peeked in my stocking, which is also filled up. I have Corey's presents under the tree and he doesn't even care ... or does he? Either way, it'll be a good Christmas either way. I could get socks and panties (which I really need) and still be thrilled. JellyBean is the best present ever. I could do without the stuffy nose, but at least my back isn't sore anymore. LOVE the body Pillow! My new best friend.

J. J.

Yesterday, my 2 1/2 year old colt, J.J was gelded. I've been trying to get this done for quite a while now and finally we were able to coordinate everything to work out for yesterday.

JJ knew something was up the moment we threw hay over the fence (by we I mean Corey), but he came up like a good colt anyways with his good buddy Tinky. For those who have met JJ, he is the most calm, quiet, polite colt ever. He is very careful and follows perfectly whether you halter him or not ... or ... at least he used to.

I went to work the next morning, completely pleased that he would be gelded under the careful supervision of my neighbour and good friend Tanya, who coordinated the whole event. Secretly I just didn't want JJ to hate me. (lol) When I came home our yard was plowed even better than before, which I thought GREAT! Then I saw Tinky's head poking out of the barn and remembered JJ. I left Corey to fend for himself against the quansit doors and trod on over to the corrals. I called for JJ and Tinky came out happy as can be. JJ ... did not bound out anywhere. He more like ... stumbled out of the barn, and if a horse could glare ... he glared.

I felt horrible, but my curiosity got the best of me and I convinced him I wasn't the one who ... cut him. He was easily convinced with a kind word and a reassuring pat he was my best friend again. I gave him a hug and then peered under to take a look. It was very nicely done and I told JJ so. I don't think he cared really. He followed me back the way I had come and acted like his normal self, other than a bit of shivering and ah ... I can't really blame him.

Once inside the house, I called Tanya to check on how he did and find out if I could feed and water him. Apparently, JJ was a booger to catch. He was being a pest, which I had to admit ... I probably also would have done if two people were trying to catch me and cut my-. Anyways, once he was caught, he was a gentlemen. He took the shot of sedative very well and laid down perfectly. The vet commented he was very large and when I was told this ... I had to laugh. Tanya and I used to laugh about him all the time. For what he lacked in height ... he made up for in ... well ... other places. Once it was all said and done he didn't want to stand up (do you really blame him) Finally he did and stumbled behind Tanya back to the corrals where she and the vet watched him for a bit and played with our dog Odie.

We went outside and fed JJ (we as in Corey) and he seemed even better than before after some food and water. This morning I went to turn him out and felt a little bad, so I kept him up for one more day. After all ... he did have major surgery (snigger). A surgery which I will undoubtedly threaten Corey with during labor and deliver of our little JellyBean. Maybe I should ask the vet to come out again?

18 weeks!!!

18 weeks!! Hooray!!! There are some bared belly pics on facebook for those who want to look. I managed to convince myself to put them up, they are pretty amazing. I can't believe how fast everything is going (secretly I'm very happy) Corey and I are SO excited to meet JellyBean. JellyBean is a little mover too! Especially at night, which is quite normal apparently. I have found some nice maternity pants, cheap but nice and some bras too! Thank god ... I thought it was just me but my chest is definitely expanding. Luckily, not at the rate my belly is. There is a great debate over how big I`ve gotten. Some people say I'm HUGE already, and others are really looking hard to find it. I guess JellyBean is already playing games with everyone :-). My ribs are already sore and so is my lower back so I am booking massages, but I'd really prefer a nice ... gentle ... massage lol. Corey needs something a little tougher ... so I guess so different massage therapists would be nice.

In other news, I had a fight with our Quansit, but neither of us is ready to talk about it.