What kind of parent do I want to be?

I want to be patient

I want to our child to be a good eater

I want either Gil or I to read to our child every night

I want our child to be respectful

I want to play with our child

I want our child to play outside

I don’t want to our child to be a TV junkie

I don’t want to be a yeller

I don’t want to fight with Gil in front of our child

I don’t want our child to think that Gil and I are perfect

I want to be supportive

I want to continue to socialize with my friends

I want to eat dinner, at the table, as a family

I want our child to be involved in activities but not OVER involved

I want to be supportive

I want to be a firm disciplinarian

I want to be consistent

I want to be fair

I want to be involved in our child’s schooling

I want to teach our child to be generous

I want to teach our child to be tolerant

I want to teach our child to stand up for them self

I want to teach our child to stand up for others

I want to encourage our child to be adventurous

I want our child to know that home is always a safe place to come to no matter what

I want our child to value family

I want to write letters, cards and journals for our child

I want to instill in our child sense of tradition

I want to teach our child to have good manners

I want our child to really enjoy holidays

I want to vacation as a family

I want to sometimes go away with just Gil while our child “vacations” with family

I want to include our child’s friends in activities when possible

I want to ensure that our child spends quality one on one time with both of us separately

I don’t want to make our child fearful of the world

I want to be honest with our child about the unique circumstances of our family

I don’t want to burden our child with my problems

I want to teach our child to live “greenly”

I want our child to spend lots of time with a diverse group of our friends

I want our child to spend lots of time with their grandparents on both sides

I want to take LOTS of pictures of our child but not staged Walmart pictures

I don’t want our child to ever have to question how much I love them; even when I am not happy with them

Oh yeah!!! Good news at last!

Okay boys and girls I finally have some good news to share. As I mentioned several weeks ago I have a mass that was the cause of some concern. I have been a woman on the edge for sometime. I was really fucking scared. Yesterday we had an appointment with Doctor Lee who I could have kissed when she told me that the tumor is totally benign. It is very close to my urethra so they can't safely remove it with out some danger to the area so they are just going to leave it unless it starts to cause a problem. I am so excited, I am so happy. I am SOOOO happy! yeah!

Thoughts on Loss...

My very first memory is of my Mother walking away. I can still see her clearly, as from my Father's front window, walking determinedly down the path leading from the house. I wailed in anguish as my whole heart broke from missing her. This was not to be a permanent separation but still a potent omen of things to come. As first memories go this was catastrophic. It set in motion a truism that would follow me through most of my life; people you love leave you.

Of the millions of tiny footprints my mother left on my life her death is the deepest. It penetrates everything. The hole left behind is so vast, so immense that nothing can fill it. And emptiness is its own feeling. There were times I prayed to feel anything but that emptiness, this lead to cutting, to drugs, and to obsessive relationships.

My chest hurts merely thinking about this; there is a tightness that grips me, spreading down into my arms. That old familiar feeling; a cross between numbness and tingling and ache that screams at me to touch it. The problem is of course that a touch is not enough, it never is. A simple touch just won’t do, it doesn’t get past the numbness so touch progresses to pinch, pinch to scratch, and so on. I have trained my self to apply firm but gentle massage to my forearms at those times and eventually the feeling passes. I often wonder if I am a freak or if other former “cutters” still feel this way.

I spent a good chunk of yesterday with Michelle and it was wonderful. She is so strong and I have nothing but admiration for her. We talked, we laughed, we cried some. And talking to her made some of my own fears recess a little. I still think about what I would do if something happened to Gil way too much but in a way that has spurned us in to action. making sure we have things like life insurance and wills and making sure we know what each other wants for after they are dead. We both want to be cremated and to have our organs donated. We haven't decided on a final resting place but we have started talking about it which is important. We can't be scared to talk about these things. It is the not talking that feeds the fear. I don't want what happened to Michelle to ever happened to me but if it does I want to have things in place, fall back plans.

Our Story...

Gil and I met (we believe) in 1999 or early 2000. We met through mutual friends and quickly became friends our selves. At the time Gil was involved in a serious relationship and I was recovering from a serious on and off again relationship. Over the next two years our friendship grew until we were “best buds”. We had stuck by each other through failed relationships, major life changes, financial woes and mental health issues. When I found myself suddenly without an apartment Gil said he wouldn’t mind a roommate until I could get on my feet. In this time we got to know the best and worst of each other and we eventually came to see what was right under our noses, that as such good friends we would also make good partners. This was not a seamless transition and like most new romances we had a few hiccups at the beginning but they made us stronger and gave us lots of fodder for future laughter.

As a couple we have never not lived together which I think in many respects expedited our relationship, and within the first year we knew that we were both committed to a future and family together. Even so we felt no need to rush into marriage and waited until it really felt like the right time for both of us before venturing down that path. In the mean time we built on the great friendship that already existed to build a strong relationship; one that could survive a hurricane, a flood, living with his parents, psychotic land lords, unemployment, winter depression, sick pets, my father’s heart attack, the occasional crazy fight, both of our families, multiple moves and planning a wedding. From early on we had a mutual understanding that romantic love was nice and certainly has its place but the source of our power is our friendship. I can say very honestly that Gil is the best friend I have, likely the best friend I have ever had. When I hear something funny, when something strange happens, when I feel like the universe is bullying me it is Gil who gets the first call. When I have a difficult decision for make it is Gil whose opinion I seek. It’s Gil I want to share my experiences with, who can make me laugh no matter how glum I am, who I know will just “get” what I mean. What I really love about our friendship is how it keeps growing and changing. We are the same in lots of ways; we are both youngest children, we both grew up with fathers who had drinking problems (his recovered, mine not so much), we both moved a lot as children, we both went to SMU, and over the years our paths crossed hundreds of times without ever meeting. However for all our similarities we are VERY different from each other; our strengths and our weaknesses. Our political and religious views, our taste in music. Where he is patient and calm, I am high strung and neurotic. Where he exhibits a reserved social shyness, I can speak with anyone easily. He cooks, I burn. He could read a physics text book for fun (and understand it!) where as I have no brain for math or science. Gil is happy to stay at home and hang out and I am social butterfly always looking for my next adventure. These differences keep us both learning and growing. They have taught us the fine art of comprise; when to give a little, when to give a lot and when to dig in our heels and not give at all. Because we both have very different interests we can go away and do our own thing but always enjoy coming back to each other to share our experiences; we even included that in our wedding vows. It is very important to both of that our sense of individuality remains intact, that in blending our lives we didn’t blend our personalities. This has been especially important to me as I have learned so much about myself, about my capabilities, I learned that I can be comfortable on my own, doing my own thing and that I don’t need Gil to take care of me but it is okay to like it when he does.

Gil and I don’t always get along; sometime we get on each others nerves. We don’t always agree with each other; some things we will never agree on. Some days we don’t even like each other all that much; those days are few and far between. This is okay with us. We don’t have to be perfect all the time. People bug each other from time to time, it happens. You can’t live with a person, socialize with a person, and carpool with a person without periodically bumping heads. Some things are easily resolved, whose turn it is to clean the litter box (mine!), who left the toilet seat up (him!). Other issues will plague us all the days of our lives; who leaves “sock bombs” all over the house (me!) or who stayed up way too late playing video games (him!). It is not just the problems that test the marriage it is how you deal with them. I have learned that I am never going to get Gil to sit down and spill out all his emotions to me. He has learned that I will never stop doing that. I have learned that if I want an answer to a question I should just ask outright, Gil doesn’t get it when I beat around the bush and he doesn’t like it when I am coy. Gil has learned that sometimes I have problems expressing myself verbally and I get frustrated so he needs to be patient. But we haven’t come up against a problem in the last six years that we could not find our way past. As I said sometimes we compromise and other times we dig in but always with the preservation of our relationship in mind. I once told a friend that I put as much or more work into maintaining my relationship as I do my job and her response was that a relationship shouldn’t be work. I can see where she is coming from but she is wrong. Relationships are not self maintaining. They are like gardens. They look beautiful when they start but if you neglect them weeds take over and choke off all your beautiful plants. Gardens need to be tended to, weeds need to be pulled, plants fertilized and watered and if you come from my school of thought sung and talked to. Relationships need all those things too. There is no magic relationship fairy who comes along and waves along and fixes everything. Everyday I try and make sure Gil knows how much I love him. Everyday I try and make sure he knows how much I appreciate everything he does for our family. Everyday I try and remember why I married him in the first place and build on that. Some days I fail at those goals. Some days I bet he wonders why he married me in the first place. But the point is everyday I try... and I know he does too.

and I guess that's all I have to say about that.

I WIN!!

Not that I am gloating because I wouldn't do that because how immature would that be? But I WIN, I WIN, I WIN!!! A stood up to her Mother and I am her Maid of Honor. I am proud of her. As I said it was NEVER about me wanting to be the Maid. It was about .... about.... about the fact that woman was mean to me and I didn't deserve it. yeah so there....

Saturday morning bliss...

The house is a little too cold for my liking, I turned the heat off too early again this year, I was fooled by spring again. Those two weeks of warmth and sunshine lulled me into a false sense of security, I forgot the basics, I live in Nova Scotia. However the hot tea is helping to warm my hands and my innards. My feet are warming in the knitted slippers and I have stolen the "brother sweater" from Gil's side of the closet and I am wearing it like a hug. I am not always a practical dresser but with age I am learning the subtle art of layering, of not turning up the heat because I am cold. This house has taught me much about warmth. At the moment it is teaching me about silence, how there is no such thing. The hum of the computer, the trickle of the cats water fountain, the keys clicking beneath my fingers. And yet there is such stillness while the cat and the husband sleep, huddled beneath the covers together, sharing their body heat. I wish it could be like this every morning. Mornings like this my fears are squished back into the very back of my mind, everything seems safe and steady. Time is not flying past me at speeds I can't manage. Up early in the gray light of dawn I snuck out with my girls to the market where I enjoyed hot coffee, warm cinnamon buns, and the therapeutic company of girl friends. I came home with a bag laden with breads and cheese and meat and a pervasive feeling of calm, the house still quiet and dark. While I know there are errands to be run today I am certainly in no hurry to break this reverie.

More thoughts!

I saw Michelle yesterday. I held her while she cried. I listened to her anger. I watched her hold it together and be a parent. I watched her breath, blink and exist. And I wonder how the hell she does it? How does she pick herself off the floor? How does she draw that next breath? How does she look in the eyes of her children and not die of a broken heart. Where does she find the strength? Does she hate God because the sun came up today? Because people went and got groceries and walked their kids to school, kissed their husbands good morning and now good night. Because I would die, I would go super nova. I am so sad for her and i have so much respect for her. Friday is going to be such a hard day.

Terrible Day...

I don't even know where to start. I was feeling pretty good today. The sun was shinning and everything was great. Gil and I had breakfast together before we went to work. It was a good day. Then Gil called. He had a call at work from my friends Michelle's mom. It seems that some time last night her husbands car went off the road and he was killed. The news is reporting that alcohol may have been a factor. I don't know if I believe that. What I do know is that Michelle is the same age as me. She has two young children. She is a widow. A widow. How the fuck is that possible? I feel like my faith in marriage not my marriage mind but as a whole. So many people I know are struggling in their relationships. Three couples who were married around the same time Gil and I are separated and or getting a divorce. It hasn't even been TWO years. And now Kevin is dead. and that could happen to anyone. I have been having a huge amount death anxiety since I found my lump but it has been about me. My fears. I know we all are all going to die someday but it scared the shit out of me. I don't know what I would do if I were Michelle. If something happened to Gil I would be shattered. And now I am afraid. I don't want to become one of those people is so afraid they stop living. I don't want that for myself or my family.
I want to be alive in every sense. And I want to be a good friend to Michelle when she needs me. Sometimes I get this whole deer in the headlights going on in times of need. It is a failing of mine as a friend. It has happened more then once and it is not something I like about myself. I would like very much to change that part of me.

And thus it begins...

I know that it is three months until we move but packing started today. It doesn't seem possible that we have been here two and half years. It feels like I was just packing to move here. Of course then I only had three WEEKS to pack. I was SO stressed I thought I was going to explode. I hope that does not happen this time. It is very hard to have all your stuff in boxes and have boxes piled up all around. I love being in a new place, especially this time knowing that is OUR home, but I hate all the hoopla that goes with it. I am also starting to purge, to throw out things that we no longer need, things we need not hold on to, things that are a bigger pain to move then they are worth. We got rid of the big TV that hardly ever works. We also got rid of the 5 disc CD changer that we never even plugged in.
I want to get rid of more stuff but some of it is hard to part with even though it is just weighing me down. I am thinking about taking some of my old journals up to New Brunswick and throwing them in a bonfire. I don't really need them anymore. I used to think I wanted to keep them because I wanted my children to know all about me. But as I get older, as I look back on that me who was so fucked up, who was so lonely and so hurt and so full of rage and I think I don't want my children to know her. I want them to know more about me then I know about my own mother but I want it to be passed through the mom filter first. They don't need to know all the gory details. And I don't have to be be burdened with the memories they contain. What is in there that can help me now, that can make me a better wife, a better mother? No. Plain and simple. There is nothing there that can bring me happiness so when not watch it all burn which frankly will give me great pleasure. I love watching things burn! I think I will also burn the court transcripts and everything related to that and maybe some old letters too. We'll make an event of it. Let this whole thing be a fresh start.

Stuff...

So there has been no resolution about the whole wedding situation but I don't really want to talk about that, it is still to painful and there is so much more going on in my life at the moment.
For example Gil and I bought a house!!! YAY!!!


I am so excited. We don't move until July but I am loving it so much. I have so many plans and dreams. There is so much to do and I look forward to having some time to get things together rather then rush we had last time.
There was a week or so when things were SUPER stressful but over all it has been fun and much easier then planning a wedding. this is going to be the house we call home, where we raise our children, where we grow old together. This is our Home. We are the Richard's of Hilltop Terrace.
I am going to garden and get a dog and paint and dance around.
That is of course providing that the mass I found is not cancer. Yup. I have a mass, the doctor confirmed it and I am waiting to see someone else. I am scared. I admit it. After a few days of Gil being very passive about the whole thing I finally got him to have a real conversation and he acknowledged my fears and his own and we have a plan and it is a good one. I am scared but I am going to keep putting one foot in front of the other. There are moments when I am consumed but fear, when I can't move or breath or call to Gil for help because my voice is gone. I don't know what scares me more the thought of dying of the thought of being seriously ill but both sound sucky. But I will keep trying to think positive. I will focus on my husband and our new house. Until I have cause not to I will keep up with the adoption prep classes. I will continue my volunteer work with Habitat for Humanity. I will look forward to all the wonderful things my life has to offer and maybe this will be a wake up call for me to simplify and prioritize things.
I am pretty tough!

Happy

Somehow I managed to get enough sleep last night that I woke up feeling refreshed (although a little panicked as I was late for an MSN date with Shannon) I made some tea, read some adoption blogs, chatted with some mates online. I woke Gilly and we went out to run some errands, which included buying me a baseball bat for protection when he is out of town on business (okay it is a little lame but it does make me feel better) and eating chili dogs. We got to have coffee at Starbuck's but Gilly came down with a headache and decided he felt too poopy to go to the Maple Syrup festival. Rather then getting all sulky I was FINE. We came home and sent him to bed for a nap (where he still is). I spent the afternoon reading and drinking coffee and feeling... you guessed it... relaxed! It happened all on it's own. How cool is that? We are spending the night geeking and I am very excited about that. I am having a great day. YAY!

the MELT down...

So last night I just lost it. Not normal losing it but HUGE losing it. I had a hard day. I was angry at Gil from pretty much the time we woke up. Poor pooper couldn't catch a break. We were mean and snarky to each other all day. Then in the afternoon when I had a terrible headache (again) he called to tell me that he is going to be out of town on business on the 2nd and 3rd. Normally I live for this stuff. Just for a night or so I love it when I get the whole house to myself, the whole BED, it is fun, it is nice to miss each other. But THIS time it means that he will be missing our first Adoption prep class. This makes me insane. I know it is not his fault and that he would change the dates if he could but I am still pissed at HIM. So on the way home there is more snarking. We get home and it gets worse. I am tired, probably PMSing and unhappy with how this day is turning out. I say something to Gil, he responds with a smartass remark which is framed to just dent my feelings a little but I LOSE it. I silently go up to the room and flop on the bed. Then my brain gets going a million miles an hour. Half and hour later when Gil comes to see how I am doing (because in his mind it is over) and I just erupt into the ugly cry. There are tears and snot everywhere. I am speaking but the words are just coming out in sobs. I tell him that he doesn't love me because he never shares his feelings with me, that I am such a terrible mother I shouldn't even have a cat. That I will NEVER have a baby and probably don't want one anyway. I tell him that no one understands because they don't have to take these terrible pills and feel all crazy and know that it is their fault we can't make a baby and then I just bawled more. I bawled until my face hurt and he just sat there rubbing my back calm as can be. He is so cool under pressure. Anyway in hind sight I could have seen that coming, it has been a big week. I never do well with big weeks. We have started looking at houses and I totally fell in love with one. Gil's ex added him as a friend on fbook and I had a weird PMSy reaction to that when I thought I would be fine with it. We were out of the house ALL week. I swear we did not eat dinner here once this week. It was a VERY stressful week at work and that was starting to wear on me. All this is usually a recipe for disaster.
I was happy tonight, despite me serious hate on for winter at the moment, that it was too nasty to go out tonight so it has been a very quiet night in, just Gil and I (with brief visits from Aimee and Brianna) Gil is happily blowing stuff up and I am reading and had a LONG bath. This is just what the doctor prescribed.

Deep Brain Ache.

Tonight I am feeling like a wet rag. I have be plagued by headache all day and I am not exhausted. I can feel the sensitivity to light, sound and smell coming on and I know there is little I can do about it.
I have been saddled with headaches my whole life. I can't remember a time when they were not a problem but a few months ago I realized that I had been having them EVERY day for weeks and it was time I did something about it. I went to the doctor and she sent me for a CATscan. I don't have a tumor! Yay. I went to the optometrist, turns out I needed glasses rather badly. But they didn't stop the headaches. So I went to a chiropractor. My neck is all messed up and he thinks he can help me and for a while he does. But the past two weeks the constant dull ache is back. I am fed up. Headaches make me cranky, being cranky makes me no fun to be around. I want to be fun dammit!
Gil and I were out for dinner with a friend visiting from Toronto this evening but my head was pounding and I didn't want to be there, I KNOW I was lousy company. That sucks since we only see this guy once a year or so. He did crack me up though telling me a story about his roommates girlfriend from Scarborough who he met on Craig's List (gag) and who is a "dispatcher" for an escort agency. Only in Toronto man.
Well I am going to take my brain ache to bed, because sleep in a good dark room is the only relief I am going to get.

Okay okay pitty party over.

Let me just say this, it may not seem like it but I love my life. I bitch a lot on here about trying to get pregnant and it has been consuming me for a while however it is not everything and I do know that I am blessed in SO many ways. (1) I have an AMAZING husband. I love him more then I can ever describe with language. He might be the most incredible man on the planet and I feel sad so all the other women who don't get to be married to him. Does he drive me nutty? Sometimes. Does he out and out piss me off? From time to time. If he didn't I would be worried about our marriage. People who live together and socialize together and basically spend a lot of time together, they tick each other off from time to time. Having said that 98% of the time we get along great, he is actually my best friend. I don't mean that in a cheesy way. I mean he IS my best friend.
Okay blessing (2) I have the best group a friends anyone could ever ask for. I am not kidding, my friends are stellar. (3) I have a family who loves me and would do anything for me. The best part of this is that other then my two wonderful brothers, I was not born into this family but they love me anyway and I love them right back. (4) I live in a nice house filled with nice things. In a world so full of want I have everything I need. I am safe and warm and well fed. It is too easy to take that for granted but it is huge blessing. I have a good job, I get my Starbucks fix when ever I need it. I am free to practice or not practice what ever religion I choose. I have the right to vote. The world is pretty much my oyster. I am blessed. I just wanted you to know that I know this and that even when I am feeling lousy about trying to get pregnant I _DO_ see the bigger picture.

I wish I could just be pleased...

I haven't wanted to write about trying to get pregnant for a while, it seems like such a bummer but I have to say this. In the past few weeks it seems like EVERYONE is getting pregnant except me. I have had so many people tell me they were expecting or that they know some who is in the club. I smile, I hug, I congratulate, I silently die inside. SO many pregnant women! Teach me the secret hand shake! For the love of god! I am saying that this news is coming to me once or twice a week! I am being SO good. I am taking the folic acid, I am taking the pills that make me insane, I am eating right, not drinking, reading all the books, seeing the doctor more then I see some members of my family. I am trying to not think about, trying to relax. I swear to got the next person who tells me that I need to just relax and not think about it is getting a punch. I don't believe in violence but I can start. I am exercising, I am getting acupuncture, I am walking around with a stone in my belly button. I am visualizing. I am doing it. Dammit I want to stamp my feet and have a temper tantrum.
okay... I just needed to get that off my chest. Have a good day.

My Blended Family

People are always telling me that they need a road map to follow my family tree. I, of course, think it is fairly easy to navigate but then I have been doing it for 33 years. I have decided it is time to bust it down here.

My Mother, the woman who gave birth to me, was a lovely soul named Leone. She was born in Sydney Nova Scotia in 1940. She grew up... she met and married another lovely soul who we will call Uncle W. They lived in Montreal and had two children, my lovely, awesome brothers who we will refer to as MJ and DeeDee. Note: Here is my first set of siblings and the ONLY ones I know who are biologically related to me- Sadly for all this marriage did not last and while MJ and DeeDee were still very young Leone and Uncle W. divorced. Uncle W. went on to marry a woman who I adore whose name is frighteningly close to Leone's. She had Three children from a previous marriage, Gerry, Brian and Kim. Note:These are my brothers step-siblings but because of the nature of my family I consider these three people to be siblings.-

Leone, MJ and DeeDee moved to Nova Scotia where she took a job, as an RN,at the local nut house. There upon she my biological father. I want to call him ass face, but that is rude and I am grown-up so I will call him Jim. Jim and Leone hooked up. Leone had the misguided impression that she could save Jim despite the fact he was desperately, unalterably broken. One magic night , bing -boom, they made me. By the time nine months rolled by and I made my entrance on to the scene Jim and Leone's marriage had pretty much unraveled (shocking) and after months of bitter divorce and custody battle Jim and Leone divorced. Jim basically wandered into obscurity. When I met him 20 odd years later Jim told me that after Leone he was briefly married or lived with with a woman named Barbara who he left when she was pregnant (yeah what a charmer!) NOTE: I presume that she went ahead and had said child but I do not consider said child to be my sibling in any meaningful way.

Leone went on to marry Paul who she also met at the nut house, who was also desperately, unalterably broken. Paul had two children from a previous marriage, Sean and Kim. Note: I was raised believing Paul to be my biological father so naturally I counted Sean and Kim among my siblings and despite the fact that it was later learned that Paul was not my biological father and the fact that I have not seen them for more then twenty years i still count them in there.
Leone and Paul stayed unhappily married for 8ish years. Let's not mince words... they were not happy years. Their marriage ended when Leone died tragically at the age of 44 from breast cancer.
A few months after Leone passed away Paul's girlfriend moved in and some time later they married. I want to call her The Evil Bitch from Hell, but as I said earlier but that is rude and I am grown-up so I will just call her The
Evil Step-Mother. The Evil Step-Mother brought with her, along with all her other baggage, two Evil Step Sisters. Note: despite the fact that we lived under the same roof for several years and behaved as siblings I do not consider the Evil Step Sisters members of my family-.
On March the 8th 1988, at the age of thirteen I was taken into the care of Child Protection Services for reasons which we can talk about another day. I never went back.
I lived in a group home for most of my teen years. I lived with a LOT of girls over those years and while not siblings I consider most of them to be members of my family.
For a while I lived with some very kind and loving Foster Parents who tired very hard to make it work with me but I was in a bad place and it didn't work out. NOTE: They went on to have 4 children and have a very extensive extended family who have embraced me wholly and I consider them to be to be part of my extended family-.
In this time I also became best friends with Little Bits. Her family became mine, completely. Mother who I call Mom, Father who I call Dad, Brothers(3), Sisters(2), Step-Siblings (3), Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Grandparents who I call Grammy and Grampy, the whole lot of them took me lock, stock and all. I love them with my whole being, they are my family in every way that means anything.
My family is big and complex. I have two brothers with the same name, two sisters with the same name, two sisters with the same birth date, many of them have never even met each other; however there is so much love there, so much kindness. It might sounds like I have had a tough time of it, but imagine how lucky and loved I feel tucked inside this big blended family.

Meghan

PS- Now I get to call Gil's family mine too! Don't even get me started there. :)

The Ex Factor,

Okay enough baby talk for right now, on to another topic that his been on my mind lately. The exes. I love my husband very much, he is the delight of my universe and by any yard stick he is the most important person in my life, my most significant relationship. However he is not my only significant relationship and my adoration of him does not alter the history of my life or erase the previous men in my life. Nor should it. For good or for bad our past relationships shape our current ones. I can tell you now with 100% certainty that my relationship with PM has had a real and pertinent impact on what kind of wife and partner I am to Gil.
I have had many Ahh-ha moments over the years about my past relationships, about the nature and function of love. I learned that to really love someone means wanting what is best for them even when that is not you. I learned that it is more important to be honest with myself then with anyone else. I learned that it my happiness is my own responsibility. I also learned that you can love more then one person at a time. This is a concept that many people have a very hard time dealing with and I am not sure why. A mother of three does not love only one of her children. I do not love only one of my parents or my siblings. The human heart has an amazing capacity for love. This in no way means that feel a romantic attraction to any of my exes. I would not trade in my relationship with Gil for a single other man on this planet. But I refuse to believe love just ends out right. In some cases it morphs it's self into hate, or diminishes to indifference, but genuine love does not evaporate with the dissolution of a relationship. Loving someone else does not diminish what I give to my husband, does not lessen the intensity or scope of my love for him. I won't disgust you all we a pre-valentine gush about our love being bigger or better then all other loves in history, who am I to judge? But I will tell you that there is something special, even magical about my relationship with my husband. Long ago we came to understand that romantic love has a time and a place, that it has highs and lows. Friendship on the other hand, which is the basis for our love, our relationship, our partnership, that is a rock that can not shaken. The subtleties, the intricacies, the complex ebb and flow of our daily life, they seem so mundane but they are silk threads with which we weave our magic.
I have as ever gone completely of course. I have several exes in my life who I am very grateful for, some who I could have lived without. But they have and continue to shape me into the woman I today.
Now mister magic wants a chance to check his mail so I had better run. See, compromises, another gift I leaned from an ex!

I Laid An Egg!

I had very very good news at the doctors office today!! The clomid did what it was supposed to do. I didn't get pregnant but the egg was there! I have been given hope. I feel so good right now. Hope can keep me going for a while, hope can keep my spirits up. I know it is still possible that we won't conceive a baby, I know that. Gil is going next week to have his swimmers tested just as a precaution. It would suck for me to get everything in working condition only to find out Gil's swimmers didn't swim. If we don't get pregnant we are still looking strongly at adoption. I just
don't want to shut this door prematurely, I don't want to live with any regrets, any "what ifs". I am tired, I do hate the way that the clomid makes me feel but some sacrifices are worth making. Gil and I are still good and he is totally supporting me and my choices. I laid an egg. I don't know how to walk away from that!

More questions....

1.What level of openness am I able to handle, emotionally
2.Who am I willing to visit with? Both birth parents? Biological grandparents? Aunts, uncles, cousins and other extended family? Friends of the birth parents

Questions I have about adoption?

1. Can I Christen/Baptize an older child who may have already been baptized by their birth parents?

2. If we adopt from Children's Aid isn't there a chance that the birth parents are local and we could at some point bump into them?

A frustrating time....

Well here we are again; hormonal, tired, over emotional. This cycle of Clomid has really taken a toll on me. I am exhausted. I don't know how to keep it up. I don't know how some women do this for years. I don't want every thing in my whole life to revolve around getting pregnant. My marriage is the most important relationship in my world. I don't want the process of having to have a child to have a negative impact on that. I would rather be married to Gil then have a baby. I don't think that Gil would leave me or anything, I mean don't get me wrong. But this treatment makes me crazy, it makes me insane, it makes me unhappy. When I am unhappy I am hard to live with. Really hard to live with. When I am hard to live with I make mistakes. I have fears. I want to be a mommy, more then just about anything. But there are lots of ways to meet that goal. I am 33 years old, I don't want to still be trying in 2 or 3 years and be an old mother, not when we can start our family soon through adoption. So we have started to lay the initial ground work. I have talked to a social worker and we are going to an information session next month and we will fill out more papers then. We have decided to have one more go on the Clomid and then after that no more "heroic measures". We will go full steam into adoption and then just have sex for fun and if we get pregnant then yay and if not we will have our other child/children.
So that is our choice, this is where we are going. yeah.

So here we are again in the middle of a fertility treatment cycle. At the moment my ovaries are doing the tango out my back. My emotions are ALL over the place. I am basically exhausted. I haven't been sleeping well. Gil and I are starting to talk about where we go from here if this Clomid cycle doesn't work. Do we go another round, do we go stronger? Do we have the time and money to take the next step? When does infertility lead into adoption? Can I adopt given my personal history? I have already been looking into some adoption information and it is a scary process.
I think that Gil and I would be great parents given the chance. I worry that I will always wonder about what it would be like to have my "own" baby. I worry that we might not be good enough parents for a child with special needs. I worry about being judged not good enough. I think that I need to get some sleep. I need to rest and clear my head. Tomorrow is Friday and hen on the weekend I can rest. I can try and get more perspective. I can keep trying to make a baby with my husband until we are little and old.

Today I am feeling old and busted. My back is aching and my joints are like an 80 year old woman. I am pmsy and I am exhausted and I am ready for a vacation that is not embroiled in "the season". I love Christmas, I really do but I always get to this point and just want it to be over. I feel torn between relaxing and squeezing in as MANY people as possible. Christmas should be a week long 7 whole days off. Shopping should be outlawed two weeks before. The week should be spent drinking hot chocolate or red wine and sitting buy a fire talking with friends. Dinning with family. Looking at lights with loved ones. I shouldn't feel like guilty for wishing people Merry Christmas. I shouldn't feel guilty for enjoying the religious aspect of the holiday. I am sorry people it is a fucking religious holiday. Pagan, Christian, Jewish, but religious no matter how you slice it. Get over. You want to have a commercial greed fest you go right ahead but don't shit on me for attempting to keep the spirit in the season. Okay I told you I was feeling pmsy. I am going to take my headache to bed and try and feel better in the morning.

Let ms be perfectly candid. Some days I hate my body. Some days it is because it does not look the way I want it to, or it doesn't look like it did ten years ago. Some days it is because I have aches and pains I think I am too young to have. And more recently it is because it is not doing what I have asked it to do. It is not, at least in part, performing the functions it was made for. I take this medicine which makes me crazy, which makes me cry, which makes me feel like 8 different kinds of ass and it is supposed to make the broken parts work. It didn't. IF I had gone to see Doctor Lee and she had said" sorry your not pregnant, try again next month" I would have taken that, I would have been disappointed but I know it is a numbers game. But to be told that the meds didn't work, that I still didn't ovulate... ARG! I am just so angry. All the things that I took to be symptoms of pregnancy we side effects of the clomid. I was fooled by that poison that is meant to be helping me. ASSHOLE!

Glarp!!

Okay I am a bit of a mess. I am frustrated. I am crazy. All I can think about is "Am I?" I am feeling weird. I am having the craziest reactions to smell. Every where I go there are smells assaulting viciously making me feel terrible. But what if that is all in my head. What if I am just going crazy? What if I just want to be pregnant so badly I am experiencing this weirdness?
It is almost Christmas and I want to enjoy the holidays but right ow I am not enjoying anything. I just want to be happy. I want to be normal. Dammit. Why does this have to be so hard? Yeah I am feeling sorry for myself. I know it. Maybe this mood is pms. I don't know. ARG. I think I am going to go bury myself in bed and Hero's. I hope I feel better soon.

How it is in MeggyTown

So I finished my first course of Clomid. It went like this... The first few days everything was fine. A few hot flashes but nothing that was too hard to deal with. I finished the course and I thought "wow, that wasn't half bad." Then next day I hit the wall. HARD. I think I cried for 24 straight hours. I felt like hell on wheels. I thought is was possible that I might kill myself or someone else. But it passed. And here I am. Happy, in love and god willing ovulating my little heart out. Feel free to send good thoughts or keep me in your prayers. I can use all the help I can get.
Gil by the way was a wonder. He was patient and kind. I am the luckiest wife alive.
Tonight we are staying in, we are hold up in our bedroom eating KD and watching Season Four of the West Wing. My life is pretty kick ass!

What kind of day it's been.

Well I am having a hard week. I am so sick I don't even know which way is up. I can't talk, I have a virus in my vocal cords of all places. For crying out loud I talk on the phone for a living!!!!
I am exhausted. I feel like pooh. I don't like anything.
To add to my stress I am having the worst cycle ever and and AND tomorrow I start the Clomid. I don't mind telling you how scared I am right now. I am excited but scared. This is the big deal. This is the next step for real. No messing about. We are being serious about this baby making. I am so worried we will finally get pregnant, have a baby and then it will turn out that I am a rotten parent!

Life in the fast lane!

Well here we go. Starting the Clomid in the next few days and I don't mind telling you I am scared and excited and nervous and and and.... so many things.
Gil and I are talking a lot, communication is the key issue here, I don't want trying to get pregnant to be a strain on our relationship. By all accounts the emotional side affects of this drug can be horrific. I want this so badly but I don't look forward to hormone hell. I guess it will be better when I know what to expect, right now I am all just jumbled up. I am scared. I am scared about lots of things. I am scared about the meds, I am scared I won't get pregnant, I am scared that I will and then I will turn out to be a terrible mother... etc....
anyway I guess I am a bit of a basket case. blah blah rant.

More life life life!

Well I am feeling very positive today. aside from the small matter that the Metformin makes me rather ill. I mean ILL!! Yesterday at work I was actually HUGGING my waste bin. Today when I took it I refrained from having my morning cup of coffee and I felt notably better. I guess I am giving up coffee for a while . :(
However I have an appointment on November 1st with another specialist, which I thought was going to take a LOT longer. I would like to to make this move as quickly as possible. I am not get any younger and I don't want to start a family at 35 or 40. I know that for sure. Of course I say that now... ask me again if I have not had a baby in 2 years.
In other news .... Karate Kicks ASS!! I am loving it. I feel like I am really doing something with my body. It is like exercise only way more fun. At the end of the night a was hot and sweaty and I DANCED out to the parking lot I was so jazzed. I had SO much energy! The reason I chose karate is because Shannon told me how much she enjoyed in and I thought "hey I'll give that a shot!" but I didn't know that I would enjoy it this much. I thought that doing it with Gil would be an US thing but really we are in the same class but we don't interact at all. In that hour it is me and the sensei there. Of course Gil being there gives me some one to rave, to compare notes with, to practice in the living room with. But if here were not there I think it would still be as enjoyable. My only wish is that I had come to it sooner. IT RAWKS!

Starting down the rabbit hole...

I remember clearly the day, I was sitting in Mr.Snare's Modern World Problems class and we were discussing infertility and he gave us a stat of 1 in 7 people. 1 in 7 have difficulty getting or staying pregnant and when I heard those words I thought "I am the 1." It wasn't a dramatic thought, it wasn't feeling pessimistic, it was just... I knew. And today I had my confirmation. I felt so calm when Dr.Lisa said the words, no progesterone, no ovulation, no ovulation no baby. I felt like she was telling me my name, something I just new. I was together and fine, what do we do next, where do we go. But once I got back to work it started to sink in. There are lots of choices to make, together and for myself on my own. How much is too much? What am I willing to put myself through emotionally and physically? What am I willing to put Gil and my marriage through? The first step is to take the Metformin to try and get the PCOS under control, while I wait to get into the fertility doctor. Then I go for a hysterosalpingogram. It sounds really scary but it is just a dye test. Then the next step is Clomid. I don't really want to think about after that. I have to go process. I'll be in the tub.

Back in action

well a lot of things have happened in the last 5 months. First of all Facebook replaced my blog in a way but it is not as good for just talking about what is going on in your mind, it is not really a journal. Don't get me wrong, I love facebook, I love seeing peoples pictures and catching up on what people have been doing in the years since have seen them last, but I don't feel like I can just rant in a note without annoying everyone on my list. anyway ... now I AM ranting.
It has been a busy, stressful few months. The summer flew by at break neck speeds and I feel like I did not get to enjoy it at all. I worked my ass off the whole summer, trying so hard to make my presence really felt and appreciated in our office and I think that it worked. In the very least I got a tidy little raise that has made me feel more appreciated. But I am burnt out and I need a break, it is still 3 more weeks until our vacation and I am not sure how I am going to make it!
Thank goodness we have the long weekend coming up and we are going away to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. We are going here!
I have wanted to go there since pretty much the time we started dating, we drive by the sign and the road every time we go visit Gil's parents in NB and Gil thought it would be a great idea for our first anniversary. I can't believe it has been a whole year. It seems so surreal. This time last year I was so stressed out. I confess that I did not enjoy the process of planing a wedding . It was hard. It was very emotional and I am not the kind of personality who deals with stress very well. I am a spazz. But I really enjoyed the actual wedding and I really enjoy being Gil's wife. We are a good fit. We work well together. We are good friends. We are not perfect. There is not perfect marriage, that is a fairy tale. We make choices everyday, sometimes we make bad ones but most days they are good.
well I am done for now. I just wanted to get back in the habit of writing again.

Still here

I have been out of the loop for a while, a little cought up in the maddess over at face book but I am still here. Things have been very rough since Ozzy passed away but today I am feeling better, I think I have turned a corner a little. The sunshine helps.

I am off for a walk with Aimee but I will be back!

coming down with THE cold

Well I feel like pooh, everyone around me has had a cold and now I am feeling achy and coughy and I want to curl up in my bed and sleep for a month. Well I am already in bed and I am half way through a mug of NeoCitran. I am going to sleep very soon.
Gil is currently out with Frank. They are gone drinking and then off to Ralph's to see the strippers. I think it is a scream, I don't mind at all since I know that nothing will happen, I trust him and he will have so much fun out with Frank.
we had family dinner tonight at mom and dad's and EVERYONE was there (except Gil) including Lori and Michelle, that was weird. Lori is getting married and I didn't feel anything about it. She announced it and I just thought "So What?" I know that sounds cold, but Lori is not real family to me. She is some girl who is related to dad and Tiffany and Michael. Oddly I don't feel like that about Michelle. I like Michelle. Lori, she rubs me the wrong way. I have never been able to forgive her for not being there for Dad after the heart attack. The rest of us sat in that room not sure if he was going to live or die, scared for his life, scared for ourselves. We were solidified as a family unit. Phil was ready to jump on a plane and come home but Lori could not, nay WOULD not come the 5 city blocks to be a part of us, our family, our lives. She is not my family.
bed, sleep, rest. yeah.

Top Ten!

Recently a friend of ours was having an MP3 party I did not end up going because we were out of town but part of the premise was you had to chose the 10 most meaningful, important, favorite songs from our lives. Which got me to thinking, what are the songs of my life that are truly meaningful? That make me cry, that make me ache or give me joy just to hear them. I tossed and turned, even though I would not be in attendance, how could I narrow the sound track of my life down to 10 songs??? In the end I am not sure if I made the right decision. I think that the list would likely change day to day in small ways, but it is as close as I can get.
In NO specific order
1.My One and Only Love - Sting
2.The Queen and the Soldier - Suzanna Vega
3.From Hank to Hendrix - Neil Young
4.Sam Stone - John Prine
5.Good Life - Francis Dunnery
6.Lost Together- Blue Rodeo
7.Insensitive - Jann Arden
8.All I Want is You - U2
9.Sir Psycho Sexy - Red Hot Chili Peppers
10. Life Without You - Stevie Ray Vaughn

Okay I am second guessing myself, there are so many more but I have to draw the line somewhere. So there you go... now I am working on a book list. stay tuned.

The Negative Test

One stupid pink line and my bubble is popped. One line taunting me. One line saying "thank you, come again!". I hate that stupid pink line. I was so sure this time. I know, I know we have not been trying very long. I know that I will get over and just keep trying, I know I will enjoy this process with my lovely husband ( who I would like to point out was kind enough not to say I told you so, even though he did tel me so)

I wish I had waited a few more days to take the test. I wish that I were not so green with envy that two people I know gave birth to sweet little girls this week. Don't get me wrong, I am EXTREMELY happy for Shannon and Damon and their little Hannah Rose, and Mike and Stephie and their Cassandra, but I wish it weren't mingled with my own disappointment. Well I can tell you one thing, I am drinking a beer tonight, guilt free. Why is it that as soon as the test is said and done I can feel the discomfort on my impending . ? It's like my own body is being nasty with me.
Anyway, I have to get ready for work and wake up my husband who adores me against all better judgment.
I'll come back later and talk to you about our awesome vacation and news therein when I am feeling more awesome. Soon, I will, I know.

I hate Monday Morning

So I have decided that Monday morning is the worst morning of them all. I hate mornings. But today I made an extra effort to get up early so I could get a shower and eat some breakfast without being rushed. After all breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Well imagine my outrage when I woke up, had a shower and plodded downstairs to find there is NO BREAKFAST FOOD IN OUR HOUSE. No cereal, no eggs nothing! Some toast, I did not need to wake up almost an hour early for toast!!! So now I am sitting here, dripping wet, cold, hungry and still bothered by whatever stupid dream I was having before I woke, in a filthy house, with an annoying cat, in the dark because it is so blasted early while my husband peacefully sleeps in our nice warm bed. Yes today sucks.

things change things stay the same. I am feeling weird today. I want to say something to a friend that makes me feel uncomfortable. I really like and respect this person. I am frustrated. I feel like I can't be honest because it will make me unpopular. This is so stupid, I hate it. I could not sleep this morning because I was worried about this. It is insane. FUCK!

Saturday morning update

Ahhh the weekend. This past week at work was my first full one since before Christmas which made it feel so very long. I wish the weekend didn't always end up being so short. I think we should have 4 day work weeks and three day weekends. As a whole we put much too much emphasis on work. We live to work and work to live. There is not enough time in our lives for rest, for relaxation, for social and spiritual development. My whole weekend is STUFFED full of trying to get everything else done. And those other things are REALLY important. I need that social and spiritual sustenance, and I need to not get burnt out trying to get that. I need to not wake up on Monday morning and feel exhausted and wonder where the hell my precious weekend hours went.

I am watching CNN at the moment and a young boy (15) who has been missing for 4 years has been reunited with his family. I am bawling my face off listening to these parents talk about having this miracle happen to them.

Okay time to get things going. More later.

Lunch Time Quickie

Gil didn't have to go to PEI today YAY!! He was there so much in 2006 that he got a Christmas card from the hotel staff. That is TOO MUCH!!

Today marks my first full week of work since before the holidays and I don't mind saying it is already going too slow. It is very cold and damp today and I am freezing at my desk.

I got email from Kevin (from London) today wishing me a happy belated birthday, that was very nice of him. I sometimes feel like I was JUST in London but we have been split up for more then a decade. It is sweet that he still remembers when my birthday is. I think that we will always be friends and keep in touch, he was the fist man to ask me to marry him, I have a tattoo tribute to him on my back, we can never forget that.

I have to get back to work. Hope everyone is have a good Monday.

Sunday Morning

Sitting here in the living room watching CBC Sunday report, it is such a very strange world we live in. I am trying to get my shit together so I can take down the outside lights and put away the last of the Christmas decorations. I have a screaming headache so it is slowing me down. I have had a headache for so long now that the periods of time without headache are more noticeable. I should really see a doctor about that.
I got an amazing hair cut yesterday, it was a birthday gift from Gil. I went to see Dave's Dave and he did an amazing job. We went out to dinner last night at Fran's with 10 of our close friends and it was so much fun. I love when I have a bunch of friends around me, it is such a comforting feeling.
Today Mike, Gil and I are doing a used book store crawl. I think my mother would have really enjoyed a day like this, when I was little we spent a lot of time in bookstores together, I don't remember clearly but I think she must have been a big reader. I know that in our house books are a huge deal. Gil and I both LOVE to read. We have more books then most sane people. There will come a day when we will need a room just for our books. Anyway I just look forward to spending time with Mike. He is always such a good time, he makes my brain grow a little more every time I hang out with him. Plus he can talk with Gil at a level that I just can't which is nice for him.
Well my headache is starting to pass, I should by stock in Advil. I should get those lights down and try and get my house in order.
Have a nice day.

Thoughts

Tomorrow I will be 32 yeas old. I have a god job, a nice roof over my head and a great husband. I have no idea how I go here. Ten years ago I was stuck in a world of self pity. I was hurting all the time. I was in love with a man who could not be in a relationship with me because I was so screwed up. I was going nowhere very fast and was so messed up I thought that death would be better then trying to be me anymore. I had lost my hope. If you had told where I would be today I would NEVER have believed you. If you told me the wonderful man that I married would not be Paul I would have called you a liar. I never believed I could have a normal, healthy relationship with anyone. I never believed that I would make anything of my life. I believed in the end that the prophecies of those who had hurt me in my childhood would come to pass.
I don't know when my hope came back. I can't pinpoint a moment when things came back together. I know that Gil helped to build me back up. I know that he gave me the courage to try things, to make choices, to fail and fall but with a safety net. But he does not treat me with kid gloves and I like that.
I make choices everyday to keep me out of the darkness. They are not always the right choices. Some days I see how easy it would be to slip back. I think I will always struggle. But I am so grateful for what I have been given. I am so grateful for all the wonderful things I have in my life; for my job, my home, my friends, my amazing husband who supports me every single day whether it is a good day or a dark day. This life I have, this hope of mine. It is the best birthday gift ever. yay me!

2007- The Clean Slate

Well New Years eve has come and gone with it's usual amount of drama and fan fair. 2006 was a very good year for me [ Shannon came home to visit , I lost 30 lbs., I got engaged, I got married] but I am ready to see it gone. I like the clean slate everyone seems so eager to offer us when the calendar switches over. It honestly makes it feel like anything is possible. The past few years I have either not set any resolutions or ones that had no substance. This year I plan to do better. First of all back to weight watchers 'cause that 30 lbs I lost found it's way home. As of today I am off of pop. I feel about pop now the way I felt about cigarettes when I quit smoking, I hate it, it makes me feel gross but I CRAVE it anyway, so it is going, cold turkey. Diet pop is no better, it is a load of crap. Diet gives me headaches and makes my teeth feel disgusting. Good Bye POP.
Also this year we want to have a baby. Be prepared to hear a lot about this, it will be a running theme. I hope I am one of those blessed people who gets pregnant as soon as we start to honestly try, but I have deep fear that I will be one of the other people for whom pregnancy is a long hard road. I want to make sure that the trying to get pregnant part does not become a stress on our relationship, that is very important.
I want this year to be awesome for Gil and I. Are first full year married, we will have lots of new adventures. I just want the journey to be an enjoyable one for both of us.
Well I am off to take down some decorations. I like to have them dawn before my birthday, and I would REALLY like to have my living room back.

Happy New Year, be blessed.

Happy Holidays

Well I took a little break to get my wind back after the wedding and get through the holidays but now I feel rested and ready to get back into the Blogging grove. I note that in my absence Google has taken over Blogger, I am cool with that, personally I love Google and pretty much feel they can do no wrong.
I come to you this morning from the comfort of my living room, via Gil's new laptop which is my favorite new toy. It has also ended a lot of the computer wars in our house. we can both use computers at the same time with no need to share, Ahhh how decedent our life is. I am trying to clean up our living room today because it has been pretty much ransacked by Christmas. Brother Mike is coming over today to check out Gil's new toy (Guitar Hero II) and I want the house to be clean when he gets here. Gil says he always knows when my brother is coming over because the house smells like bleach. My brother is somewhat of a neat freak while my other brother, Stephen, and I are slobs. My house always looks like some kind of bomb went off. Gil is no neater then me, together our mess just compounds. What I really need is better storage, or less stuff, or a bigger house. but I am sure that a bigger house would just mean a bigger mess.

So married life is great. Actually it is very much like pre-married life but more safe feeling. I like it. I did have an awkward period of adjustment. I had a bit a of post wedding blues. at the time I didn't know that there was such a thing. I felt really guilty about feeling down after the wedding. It didn't make any sense to me. I didn't feel like I could talk about it. Then I mentioned it to a girlfriend of mine who was married a few years ago. She said that she had felt the same way. So I did an little poll among my married girl friends and almost all of them said the same thing, after the wedding was over there was a blah period, an anti-climatic feeling.
Knowing that so many other people had felt that way took the guilt away and then I really started to feel better.
Now I am looking forward to 2007. I am going back to weight Watchers so I can lose some more weight. I am going to finish the banister. Gil and I are going to have all kinds of adventures. I am REALLY looking forward to the coming year.

Now I have to finish cleaning before Big Brother gets here.

I will be back in less then 3 months I swear.

Old Married Lady

Well it happened, we tied the knot. It was the most wonderful day of my life to date. I am still riding the bliss train. I have lots of pictures and stories to share but I am at work at the moment so I don't have enough time. I just wanted to let everyone that I was still alive and deeply in love.
I am very much enjoying being Mrs. Gil. Life is good. Love is good.

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Oh god

I am having a moment right now of nearly full blown panic. Thinking about only having 19 days to do all the stuff that I feel needs to be done. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. I know that this panic is irrational. Theresa and Sara and Rena gave me a great pep talk yesterday about how it is jsut a party, and there is a part of my brain that understanda that however the larger part of my mind is just firing off left right and center. Guilt about my brothers and Gil's sister not being here because we changed the date it really wearing on me. I know that we did what was right for us but I still fell like we have disapointed people we love. Also I miss my mother more then I have in years. I am over tired and frustrated. The breaks are gone on the car so 3 weeks before the wedding we are going have to pour money that we REALLY don't have into fixing the car. This FGD car always seems to need something really major when our money is earmarked for something else. I feel like people think I am crazy or stupid or flakey for being so worried about this whole thing so I don't even really want to talk about it anymore. But I am scared. I have a constant butterfly in my chest. The only thing I am NOT scared about is marrying Gil. That part I know is going to turn out just fine. but the rest of it makes me want to cry.

More pics

Random pictures

I have been meaning to post some of these for a long time (think SNOW) so I am going to do it TODAY!!

Holy Sweet Jesus!

Man we are getting married in 28 days! If you want to know why I haven't been posting much now you know. Even the smallest of weddings seem to take so much time and energy to plan. and ours isn't all that small. not huge, but not small. 45 people, which is really just our good friends and family. Not even all our family, none of our siblings are able to make it because of the date change, which has been the source of MANY tears in the past week. I have become so emotional, even more then usual if you can picture that!
I feel like I have been living to shop recently. Man weddings are expensive. I can't even imagin if we were going for a BIG wedding. We went today to this cool wholesale place to buy flats of pop, it was wicked. It is the kind of place where shop owners go to get supplies. Also the prices were amazing. We have a tonne of booze and pop sitting in our basement now, it is very cool. We bought our wedding rings this week, that rocked and brought a LOT of tears to my eyes. I can't wait to have that ring on my finger.
Gil is down stairs right now making us some dinner on the BBQ. I am relaxing. I love relaxing. I had a massage today at the Interlude. It was so amazing. I feel so spoild. I am getting ready for a walk with Sara and then we are going up the hill tonight to drink "Laura Sunrise's" and relax some more.
Tomorrow is my shower which I am SOOOO excited for. I will fill you in with all the details later but now I have to go help Gil find masking tape.
Yeah!

the count down....

Well here we are, 41 days until the wedding. Everything is in full swing and I am starting to feel really good about everything. There was a while there I was starting to think that we had made a mistake in changing the date. Most crucially our decision meant that a few very key people were not going to be able to join us, like our siblings. That really sucks, and it plays on my mind a lot.
However I am looking forward to the event. I am really looking forward to a good party but most of all I am looking forward to being Gil's wife. Every day that goes by I find more reasons why I love him. He is such a good man. And he is mine.

I have not given up...

Although I have been very busy I have still be writitng. I have been trying things over at LiveJournal. While it does have some features I like a lot I think I still like it here better. I think I am going to switch back. If you want to catch up on what has been going on over there you can check it out at http://mmed.livejournal.com/

Now that I have writen on both today I really like Blogger a lot better. Maybe just because I know it better.
All right I'll be back to write more later but now it is time for breakfast! Woo!

What not to wear...

I love Hello Kitty, I mean really I am pretty much obsesed however when planning my wedding even I would not go this far! Or this! or even this! You I am starting to look down right normal!

Okay that is three posts in one day, I am going to bed!

Because Truth really is stranger then Fiction

I am still scratching my head over this one but it just keeps me going back to Fark for more.

A shout out to my Fab Big Brother!

My brother is SO cool and I wanted him to know it. Check out his WAY amazing shop which he owns and operates with his equally amazing partner Simon.

I love you guys!

Hola!

Well yesterday was weigh in day and I lost 3 more Lbs. For those of you who are following along at home that is a grand total of 22lbs. Needless to say I am pretty proud of myself. I would love to say it was an easy week and the pounds just flew off but I feel like I really worked for them this week. I had a tough weekend that included a total break down in the middle of the Superstore because I thought my sweetbaboo had left me (in reality he had gone to get something out of the freezer and was totally baffeld but sympathtic about my breakdown). Some days it is REALLY hard to not just eat what everyone else is eatting. It is hard to have to think before just chomping down. There are moments I HATE having to figure out how many points are in a meal 'cause I just want to eat and have it over with. However those times of frustration are totally out weighed (haha get it?!) by the sheer joy of seeing the pounds come off. I can wear clothes now I haven't worn in ages. I can actually see a change in my face and DAMN that feels good.
I am also starting to figure out my triggers. What drives me to the point where I just don't care what goes in my mouth. Of course stress but not all stress as it turns out and the more I understand that the easier this gets. Also being tired or too hungry which means I snack a LOT more on heathy stuff because once I am starving then I just break down.
Anyway enough about my weight...
In other news...
Wedding planning is getting into fuller swing. I had a little brunch-ish meeting with my girls on Sunday so I could get everyone on the same page. It was a little stressful. I am trying so hard not to be Bride-Zilla but I have very clear ideas what I want. I want to leave this wedding with the same # of girl friends that I went into it with. I know having little meetings might seem a little crazy but I am ALL about the communtication and the more they get to meet with each othe and with me the less everyone is guessing about when I want.
Well my lunch break is over and I have to get back to my desk.

The absent Meg

Sorry I have not been around much as of late but things have been crazy busy. So far I have lost a grand total of 19lbs at Weight Watchers. I am feeling great and have really started to notice some changes both in my body and in my spirit. I got a membership to a gym and I go 4-5 days a week. I have energy I only ever dreamed of having (except tonight when I am hot and tired) and for the first time in a long time I really believe that this is something I can do.
Not to mention the fact that we have a wedding coming up in 388 days and I have to get my ass in gear! I am having the first official meeting of the maids this weekend and am very excited. I want this to be a FUN process. I also want this to be a calm, relaxed and easy process. Basically I wnat everyone to do what I ask and make my life easy *giggle* but I promise not to be a Bride-zilla.
I am having a hard time finding a pattern for my dress. But I am just going to keep breathing thatis the only thing to do.
So I am sorry I haven't been around much but I will try and put in more of an effort. Now I am off to bed for an early night 'cause the gym just killed me today.

I HAVE LOST 17lbs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW!!

Well I can't dispute the facts, so far WW is working for me. As of this morning I have lost 12.6 lbs.
I mean holy shit!! I have lost a bag of potatoes! I have no idea from where, I don't really feel any different but I could fall down on the ground and kiss someone's feet with gratitude. I know that it will get harder, I know that there comes a point when you don't lose so much a week, I know that there will come plateau's and I will feel like quitting but for right this moment I am on top of the world. Gil has been so supportive, when I came out from being weighed this morning I cried. They were happy tears but I still bawled like a baby. I was sure last week was going to have beena fluke or a mistake and I was going to be jsut as heavy as that first night, as the night with Shannon when I stepped on the scale in my living room, but I was wrong. I always expect the worse from myself but Gil always see the good. He is such a gift to me. He is heading back to PEI this week and I know with him gone I will be tempted to eat out of boredom but I am not going to let myself. I like the high that I am getting from success and I don't want that to end. YAY ME!

YAY!!!!!!!!!

I lost 7lbs. my first week on weight watchers!! I am so stoked! I feel so great right now. YAY!

100 Things about Me- part 4

66. I am a procastinator! ;)

My beautiful ring!

100 Things about Me - Part 3

51. I have brown eyes.
52. I have recieved more compliments on my eyes then anything else.
53. I have no idea what is so nice about my eyes.
54. My mother and brothers have green eyes.
55. I ALWAYS wanted green eyes.
56. As a child both my Cabage Patch Kids had green eyes.
57. I still own both those dolls.
58. I am a pack rat.
59. I make a terrible blond, I just don't have the colouring for it.
60. I started colouring my hair at 15.
61. I look the best with the colour I was born with.
62. I think that is REALLY telling.
63. I think I may have already talked about my hair.
64. My memory is not what it once was.
65. I can remember being in my crib as a toddler.

100 things about me Part 2....

27. I actually like the taste of water.
28. I TRY to drink 2 lites of the H2O a day.
29. I fail more often then I suceed.
30. I had "special" water imported in from the UK.
31. I am in fact 31.
32. I will be 32 when I get married.
33. I can't wait for my ring to get here!
34. As of today we have 14 months until the big day.
35. I am scared that 14 months is not enough time to plan.
36. I am a drama queen.
37. I tend to start projects and not see them through.
38. That is my REAL fear about the wedding.
39. Today I went for an amazing walk.
40. Yesterday I joined Weight Watchers.
41. These are both things I am afraid I won't follow through on.
42. I had another brain freeze at 42.
43. I hate my neighbour hammering at 9 am on the weekends.
44. My mother was 44 when she died of breast cancer.
45. This is one of the leading reasons I NEED to lose weight.
46. I check my email WAY too often.
47. I watch too much tv.
48. TV is like food to me, it numbs.
49. I have too many grey hairs.
50. I am not a go grey gracefully kind of girl, I am just too lazy to colour it.

100 Things about Me

1. I stole this idea from Jerilyn who is WAY more creative then me.
2. I am currently eating my lunch at work.
3. I actually really like my job even though it is rather boring.
4. There are peas and carrots in my rice.
5. The peas and carrots are making me cry because they remind me of Shannon. And I am sad because this is her last day here.
6. I am worried I will never see my best friend again.
7. I am prone to worry about things with no basis in reality.
8. I have already run out of things to say about myself.
9. I just snuck another look at Jerilyn's to see what she talked about.
10. I have the hiccups
11. I have recently been trying to drink 2 liters of water a day
12. Today I am having a hard time with that.
13. What I really want to drink right now is a glass of red wine.
14. My favorite wine at the moment is the Sheraz by Yellow Tail.
15. I do not really like white wine.
16.I am very over weight.
17. I plan on starting Weight Watchers next week.
18. Secretly I don't believe I have the will power to lose weight.
19. I want to lose the weight soI can be a beautiful bride.
20. I recently became engaged.
21. I proposed!
22. I want and am getting a ring even though I popped the question
23. My hiccups are gone.
24. I don't plan on wearing a white dress
25. Secretly I do care about what people think about me not wearing a white dress.
26. My lunch break is over.

NEWS FLASH!!

Oh my god I am FAT! I am not chubby, I am not pleasently plump. I am a freaking heffer!
Last night Shannon and I were talking about ways we could get healthier and then it turned into how much do we weigh so I went up and took the bathroom scale out of its secret hiding place and HOLY SHIT I AM FAT. I have certainly blown passed my hightest weight. And so with that in mind I dived face first into a bucket of KFC chicken. And then I cried for the rest of the night. And now here I am. and I am saying I can't do this any more. I can't live like this. Seriously can't live, I am going to start (?) to have seriouse health problems soon if I don't shed some of this weight. I hate the way I look and I hate the way I feel and I don't want to hate myself.
Step # 1 is weight watchers. I don't care how much money it is, my body it worth it. I can't do this on my own, I know I can't so it is time to get real about getting help.
Step # 2 will be to find some form of exercise I don't hate. Ahhh I have to do it but it will not be easy. I AM LAZY!
Anyway I am starting to cry again and that is just not cool at work so i am going to go find a WW recipe for dinner tonight. I will talk about this more later. BEWARE

Missy O!

The Quiet House

Shannon, Damon and Olivia are visiting friends in Truro this weekend and the house is SO quiet. Actually it is too quiet. I miss them. It makes me remember they are going to be gone in 5 days and that makes me SO unhappy. Itis hard to share your living space with people for a long time but I LOVE having The Foxes here. I love the noise of Olivia and the banter from Damon and most of all I love having Shannon SO close. I am afraid that when she goes back to Australia I won't see her nay more. I don't know if I will ever get down there. I don't know if she will ever come back to visit. It is a LOT of money to fly half way around the world. Very few people can afford that. Anyway I am freaking out because that is what I do.

A really nice thing happened yesterday that I thought I should tell people about. After we dropped the Foxes off at the mountain we were driving towards home, we hadn't gotten very far when I started to see swiming back dots in front of my eyes and I felt very faint. Thankgoodness I was sitting down. Anyway I decided that what I needed was juice so we stopped at the first store we came to which happened to be this place. But unfortunetly they were closed. However the man who owns it (works there?) saw us try the door and head back to our car and came out to ask us if we needed something. I told him I was just looking for juice and it was no big deal and he invited us to come in and get our drinks anyway even though they had been closed for half an hour. NOW that is sweet! Needless to say we will be going back there any time we are in the area.

Long Couple of Days

Well the weekend is over, and as expected it was very hard. The is a helplessness that grief brings because You CAN NOT make a person feel better about losing a loved one, especailly a parent. You have to just let them be in pain and try and anticipate what they might want/need you to do. I have known Shannon 16 years and I think I have gotten pretty good at that part but it is not any easier watching her suffer. Her pain is so open and raw it is palpable and I want to make her better but I can't.
Today I am in a down mood myself despite a pretty good sleep last night (Yay Olivia slept through the night!!) but the weather and mood in the office are making me draggy. And for no good reason I am exhausted. Gil is leaving to go BACK to PEI tomorrow and I am not at all looking forward to that. As much as I love having the bed to myself once and a while I miss him wickedly while he is gone. And lately things have been so amazing for us. I feel everyday more connected to him. He has been a ROCK in our home taking care of everyones needs and me most of all. And watching him with Missy O makes me long even more for children, that man is going to be the BEST daddy.
Well I had better get back to work, I am actually falling asleep here at the computer and that is NOT cool. I have no idea why I am so tired today after getting a decent amount of sleep last night but my eyes and limbs feel so heavy it is crazy!

Update...

Well Shannon is home. I can't believe she is here despite the fact that she is living (temporarily) in my spare room with he husband and amazing child. She is remarkably held together, despite her grief and sheer exhuation she is really a rock. Rolly's obituary was in todays paper and I cried like a baby when I read it. I don't know how things will be Friday and Saturday but I am prepared. I love Shannon and want to do whatever I can to help her through this.

I hope we can gather the old gang together for an evening, it will be so nice to see everyone together again.
I can't talk more I have to get back to work.
please send out love and good thoughts to Shannon and her family.

Sad News, Not So Sad News and Good News

The sad news...
This past Monday the world lost a very kind man. Rolly Ashe was an amazing human being and among other things he was the father of my best friend Shannon. He always smiled, even when he was chauffeuring a car load of teenage girls around in the wee hours. There was always room at his table for an extra mouth to feed over the holidays, and he always made sure the stuffing didn't have any killed oysters in it if I was coming to dinner. He taught me that wonton soup is much better then chicken noodle when you have a cold. That vanilla ice cream could be used in coffee when you are out of milk.He introduced "Fred!" "Mrs.Who?" and "Jump you silly bitch!" into my common vernacular. He raised three amazing children and helped to raise many many more. I never saw without a smile on his face even during the toughest times. He was a great great man and I will miss him very much.

The not so sad news...
For the first time in 31 years I have an ear infection. This sore throat and ear thing has been driving me crazy for a week so last night I went to the doctor and she said that I was infected, EWWW! So now I am taking some meds and every thing will be better soon, THANK GOD.

The good News...
Well if every dark cloud has a silver lining this is Platinum, because her father passed away Shannon is coming home!! It is only a visit but I can't wait to see her!! I am so excited. I will finally get to meet Missy O and give Shannon a million hugs. They are going to stay at our place for a few days. I am beyond happy to see her. I am just sad it had to be for such a sad reason.

It's not throat cancer!

As it turns out 3 of the 6 of us in my office are all sick with the same thing (me and the two bosses) so at least I know it is not throat cancer or some mystery illness that came from space. I will tell you it is not pleasent whatever it is. The weekend would have be MUCH better without that added ickness. Although we did have a lovely night on Saturday at T&J's and a great Cora's brunch with John and Aimee on Sunday morning. But I could use some more sleep.
Anyway back to work.

But I felt FINE yesterday!!!

Somehow during the evening yesterday I got sick. I refuse to believe it can happen so quickly or so easily!! I felt fine yesterday, a little tired but nothing crazy. Then we went to visit a friend of Gil's. They smoke and they are also in the process of some serious renovations. A little while after we were there my throat started to tickel, I figured it was the dust and smoke. By the time we left I was in full on ache mode. Then I woke up this morning and I am SICK!! Dammit I hate being sick. I can't have a sore throat, I talk on the phone ALL day. I refuse to give into this vile bug! HEAR THAT?? I REFUSE!!!! Dammit even typing that made me tired. I have a feeling that this will be an in bed weekend. I am sure if I can just get some quality rest I will be fine.
Anyway this day is really dragging. I don't want to be here today. Don't get me wrong but I am tired. I just want to be in my bed. That makes the day long. I think we are suppoesed to game at Mike's tonight but I think I am going to have to beg out. I haven't had a good night sleep in so long. We were out every evening this week. I haven't really been in bed before midnight. I think that I am exhausted. End of story.
Everyone here is running around like a nut getting ready for the trade show, I don't have the energy to be a nut so they think I am really calm, it is funny.
Well back to the desk.
oh yeah my benifits came through yesterday, I feel so grown up now.

Why can't we live like Hippos and Turtles?

Want to read a story that will warm your heart? Okay go here. Thank you to my wonderful Fiance for sending that to me on a cold glum day to cheer me up. If only the rest of the world could be so loving and good.
It is cold and crappy here today, we even had a bit of snow last night. I am SO ready for some good, warm weather. I saw a crew building the garden center at the Superstore up the road from us and my first thought was "WOOT garden!" my second thought was "It is WAY to cold to garden" and my third thought was " YAY I am not going back to the garden center this year!" Although I must confess that I am sad not to be working with Sara or Theresa. It is the end of an era. A cold, wet, aching era. Thank gos for my nice worm desk job. Which I should be getting back to before Wanda's head explodes. We are getting ready for a trade show next week and stressing is running high, for everyone but me. I am totally chilled and looking FORWARD to the trade show. I am sure I will learn to hate them in the future but this is my first one so YAY!

Adventures in Aimee land and other fun stuff

Well my dear friend Aimee certainly knows how to keep me on my toes, yesterday she decided to get her self involved in some live action bumper cars and nearly scared me to death. Everyone will be pleased to hear that she is fine and short of some very tender areas (like everything between her head and her toes) she is just fine. Too bad her poor little car didn't fair so well. Lets all cross our fingers that the damage is fixable and she doesn't end up having to write off the car altogher. Luckily (??) the fault was totally the other drive and he happened to be a courier for a VERY LARGE multinational company and will be paying for everything.
All things told things turned out okay and leave it to Aimee to make the ER a fun place to hang out.

I have noticed a certain funny thing happens when you tell people you are gettting married. everyone is over joyed and full of well wishes, this lasts for about 3 minuts and then (for the most part) the opinions start. Why did you pick THAT date? Why are you getting married THERE? Why don't you...? You know what you SHOULD do....? Oh can't possibly...
I know that this is well meaning, and I am sure every bride since Eve has endured the same treatment HOWEVER.. that does not mean I have to like it. Gil and I are pretty pig headed people, we know what we like, we know what we want, ( we know what we can afford) and we want this to be a celebration about US. At the end of the day it is not going to really matter whay colour the brides maides wore, if I carried roses or dandylions, if we got married in a cow pasture on in the Popes private throne room we want to have a good party. We want to show the whole world how much we adore each other and have a celebration as wonderful and unique as we are. The wedding is one day, our marriage is forever.

and that's all I have to say about that.

The News!

Well boys and girls now that everyone who needed to be told face to face know, I can tell you you

WE ARE GETTING HITCHED!

That's right, my sweet baboo and I are finally going to take that long walk down the aisle, and what a fun event we are planning! For more details visit us here and stay tuned for lots of crazy updates!

Absent

I know I have been absent for the past few weeks and trust me I have a VERY good reason but I can't tell you just yet. I hate having a secret but it is just a few more days and then I can spill all the beans. I have to go right now before I type more then I should.

Love ya!

AH!!

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