My Husband Rocks

Dear Darling Husband,


We went to the movies on Monday night. I had such a good time with you.

You admitted that my habit of needing to be there two hours early paid off, because the theatre was packed with last-day-of-school kids. We waited in a long line for tickets and an even longer line for popcorn.

We ran into one of my favourite teachers, from Grade 3, and I got to introduce you as my husband — husband for more than a year! I love the way it sounds.

We got into the theatre an hour before it started, just the way I like it. We sat side-by-side and talked and ate popcorn, long before anyone else started to trickle in.

Transformers was action-packed, and totally not my thing. But I kept looking over at you, to see your face light up when one robot smashed another robot. I loved that you loved it.

Love, your wife
xoxo

This letter is part of “My Husband Rocks Fridays”

A hint of what’s to come?

Wednesday holidays are delightful.

Because they’re not attached to a Saturday or Sunday, they truly feel like a “free day” — a little present in the middle of an otherwise stressful and gross week.
Yesterday was Canada Day. I didn’t really do anything “Canadian,” besides watch the fireworks from our deck (while Little Dog trembled in my arms).
Darling Husband was working — airplanes heart holidays — so I caught up on cleaning, cooking, etc. There was no rush. I just bustled around the condo, getting things done in the morning. Ate a leisurely lunch. Relaxed in the afternoon. Did some more cooking.
When Darling Husband came home, I was relaxed and felt good about everything I had accomplished. We even played tennis last night — something I am always too tired to do after work — and then played Wii together — something I never have the patience to do after work.
For the millionth time, I know things would be much crazier with a baby in the mix — no tennis or Wii, for sure — but …
… I still think I would love to be a stay-at-home mom. I am so happy there. God, that sounds so horrible, but I don’t care. Women who choose their careers shouldn’t have to defend themselves, so I shouldn’t, either.
It’s what I want, and I so, so, so, so hope I’m able to do it.

The results are in …

I was supposed to get my period mid-week (last week).
It never showed.
I had never been this “late” before.
Um …

Maybe it was the time difference/jet lag from our trip …?
Maybe it was stress …?

Maybe I was … pregnant?
It was a long shot, since we’d been careful, but I had no idea.
So on Friday after work, I went out and bought my very first test. Yiiiiiiiiiiiii, it was exciting!
I guzzled water the whole way home, read all of the instructions, and managed to pee properly on the stick. I got First Response, because I love the commerical — and it was so cool and digital, just as promised. It even flashed a little clock to let me know it had “worked” and it was now processing.
Three minutes later …
I know it’s blurry, but that is a “NO” and a minus sign. Did I get your hopes up? I must admit, I had some mixed emotions.
I was relieved because …
A) It means I definitely won’t be throwing up at Best Friend’s wedding (which is now two weeks and four days away)
B) It means I will absolutely still fit into my matron of honour dress
C) It means that I am not one of those crazy-fertile people who get pregnant just by looking at someone (because we did not “try” this month, so it would have been a bit alarming)

… and I was a bit disappointed because …
A) It’s the kind of test I always hoped would be positive
B) I do want a baby. So much.
C) It means we will not have a “human souvenir” from our great trip to the States — wouldn’t that have been cute?

My period arrived yesterday. I still have no freaking clue why it was soooo late, but whatever. It’s here. The hilarious part is that Best Friend’s wedding really is shaping up to be C-Day, because O-time is usually two weeks after you get your period.
I know it’s a long shot, but if it does happen in July — the first time we try — then that means my doctor will start counting the pregnancy from FDLP (first day of last period). Which is yesterday!

So technically, if I get pregnant in two weeks, I will have already been pregnant for two weeks. It means I would be one day pregnant now, in a strictly numbers-sense.
Woah!

Six ways to reduce morning sickness

I’ve got morning sickness on the brain this morning, as I sit here at my desk.
What will it be like to be feeling pukey while supposedly trying to work? Will it be totally hard to hide it from my colleagues? How hard will it hit me?
So to calm my nerves, here is a bit of research for all of us future-preggos …
Vitamin B6: Some doctors say it’s the very best thing you could take for morning sickness — women have been taking it since the 1940s. They suggest taking 50 milligrams, twice a day, and say that the activated form — called P5P — works best. Take the first dose before you get out of bed, and the second dose around lunchtime.
Fish oil: This is often recommended by naturopaths. I haven’t found consistent dosages, so I think if you want to take it, you should check with your doctor. It seems to be tauted as having benefits to do with your baby’s brain, but not much to do with morning sickness …

Ginger: A study showed that 940 milligrams (½ teaspoon) of ginger worked as well for relieving motion sickness as Dramamine. Wow, sign me up. The most effective form is a supplement capsule, and you should take 250 milligrams, four times a day.

Combining plain carbs with protein: Yup, it’s all about the crackers. Except adding cheese, peanut butter or yogurt with those crackers can make you feel even better. One doctor said “The key here is to always have easily digestible food in your stomach,” and women in discussion groups agreed that choking down an egg or two really helped.
Pedialyte: If you’re throwing up a lot, some women drink this to keep from getting too dehydrated. Flat orange pop and Gatorade are also popular.
Chewing gum: The minty flavour helps some women get over their nausea.
If these don’t work, I still have the barf bags as back-up …