Happy Birthday Dax!

Today is a celebration day! Today, as is every 21st day of September, is Dax's birthday. But this year, for a few reasons, it is a little extra special then some of the others. This time last year we were wrapping up a killer 4, or was it 5 day bender in Vegas for a double-header wedding/birthday celebration week for Dax and Champers. Ok, last year was pretty significant too. Hey why do you always have such great and exciting birthdays? I might take a chapter out of your book some time. I digress. The Huzb and I flew in from Vancouver to witness the Vegas Vows, throw a few 20's on black and soak up some rays. Well, that's not really how it went down for all of us, but that might be left for another post.

It took me all week to register really what was going on. To realize that Dax was getting married, that the two of us as such closely bonded friends, had now both entered into a new stage of our lives. That we now lived in different cities. That we could manage, although sometimes barely, the reality of long distance friendship. And so off we went, after a week of debauchery and wonderful memories, back to our said new lives and homes.

Today, the picture is drastically different, and yet ironically the same. Today, we are entering yet another stage of our lives. Today we are mothers-to-be. And today, I am so happy to know, we are back in the same city and able to create and share such wonderful times and memories together.

Happy Birthday Dax. May all your hopes and dreams come true.

I love you and I am so glad you are going first.

;)

Dings.

16 Big Ones

...and no, I don't mean years old. I mean weeks. 16 weeks pregnant. Let's take a look at the then and now shall we?


...10...



Clearly 11, 12 and 13 I was feeling like ass because we don't tune in again until 14...







(You can still see a glimpse of my abs. Upper quadrant work with me here!)


15...






16...






...tomorrow I'll officially be 17 weeks. One thing is for sure, I'm growing!

Baby Mine

Today, I heard your heart beat.
Today, I give you mine.
Today, I promise to put your life and dreams first.
Today, and for always, you are my Baby Mine.

Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine

Little one when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine

If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
the right to hold you

From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine.

start of something good...

What looks like a basket ball and rhymes with jelly? My belly. That's right. My belly. I'm 15 weeks pregnant and people are offering me their seats on the subway and throwing themselves in front of me when crossing the street. I have entered the realm of the priveledged. I have access to designated parking spots at BabiesRUs and Loblaws. I take special vitamins. I lie on my side at the RMT because she needs access to my growing hips and lying on my belly is out. I can no longer sleep on my back. I'm not allowed, they say it's dangerous for the baby. I get to shop for special clothes. I have entered the phase of flats. And the best part about all of this? I am, for the first time in my life, an overflowing B cup! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

It has been a dream of mine forever to be a Mother. I have known my entire life that I would someday, with the right person, share this absolute miracle of creation. I just didn't ever expect to feel everything I am feeling. To think everything I am thinking. To see things now, how I am seeing them. This is the start of something good. Let me explain...