And now...

...for something completely different! Because, remember how I said that life is not all about pregnancy, and that pregnancy is just a part of life? Well, it's true. You wouldn't know it to read my blog, but I think about being pregnant very little. I'm busy, and preoccupied with other little thoughts, and I'm going to share some of them bullet-style. Because today, I'm loving bullets.

• First, my dad gets really annoyed by people starting sentences with , "And..." and "Because..." I tried explaining to him the emotional and stylistic impact of writing like that, but he just thinks it's sloppy. I love it though, so I continue on, merrily flouting the rules of the English language as if I never studied linguistics at all!


• Speaking of studying linguistics, today I had my last university course EVER! Wow, it feels so good. We didn't even have a lecture, which I wasn't expecting. We showed up, got some info on the exam, were given back our papers, and told to go home! Good times.


• Did I mention that I had a paper to write that I completely procrastinated on? Probably not. I've either been AWOL (is that an acronym? I know how to use it, but that's it.) or talking about infertility stuff. So, anyway, this paper. I started writing it the day before it was due. I miraculously whipped it together in 3 hours, citations and charts included, and felt I did a pretty great job of it. I couldn't tell though, it all depends on the style of the marker. I told myself today I'd be happy for a 75%. Anything lower and I'd be disappointed, because I KNEW it was better than that, but really I was hoping for an 80-something without feeling like I deserved it because I did it so last-second. In reality? 96%. She is my kind of teacher.


• The feeling of being done school is nigh unto indescribable. It's like my whole life just opened up ahead of me, with no other commitments, agendas, nothing, except living life, raising my littles, and loving my family. SO WEIRD. I'm all, stereotypical and stuff. I never realized how my mind never thought past school. It's like this time never really existed until now, and I suddenly feel very legitimately like a stay-at-home-mom. Which is funny because, what about that year from Elijah's birth to school starting this last January, where I really actually WAS a SAHM? But no, there was always a course here, a photography class there to consider. Things were incomplete. I wasn't completely and totally...here. I had things to do still, and now I don't. The photography courses just feel like some fun optional hobby-ish thing to do on the side of LIFE. Weird, weird, weird!


• Unrelated, but we booked our first babysitter for Friday night this week. I'm equal parts excited and anxious. I have to let go of the fact that no-one will take care of Elijah as well as me, and that he'll survive in spite of the sitter not knowing he's allowed to play with the tea towels, chew on the tempra container, and pull the laundry out of the hamper and roll in it. He'll be fine, and this needs to happen sooner rather than later because, once this next baby comes and Elijah is 2 or so, what if that's when he has a sitter for the first time, and he can't figure out why New Baby is coming along with Matt and I, but he's staying home with this stranger?


• Canada is in the throes of an unplanned election (gotta love those minority governments and the votes of non-confidence!) and I'm reminded once more how much I hate election signs. You could probably try to guess the reason why they bother me so much, but you wouldn't even come close to guessing my ridiculous reason. Which is that, I love "For Sale" signs, and find every house that is for sale 10 times cuter and more lovable than it would have been, had it not been for sale. And when I see campaign signs I get all excited thinking it's a "For Sale" sign, and then realize it's not at all, and I get really annoyed, because my hopes got up for nothing. And not only that, but they disguise the true "For Sale" signs, and I'm left rejoicing for the day after election day, when signs start to come down. Take that, Leanna Villela.


• Oh! I think Elijah might be saying, "mama" sort of. I hope so. I'm starting to get concerned.

I do think about pregnancy things sometimes, though. They get their own bullets.

• I listen to the heartbeat from time to time. It's so cool. I think I'll be laying off on it soon, though, because I'm 99% sure I've been feeling the baby move over the last few days. I know it's early, but I felt what I felt and knew what it was, although I was skepticcal until I googled it and found lots and lot of people feel their 2nd and subsequent babies as early as 12 weeks and beyond, soooo...yeah. That's why I'm only 99% sure, but still. I guess if it continues and grows stronger, then I'll be able to say 100%. I love it though.


• Instead of going home after my uber-short class today, I went maternity-clothes shopping. I bought a dress and cute leggings for my BIL's wedding next month, and I love it. And spent too much on it. And am not done buying shoes and a little shirt to go with it.


• 14 weeks tomorrow. Squeeeee!!!


• midwife appointment friday. Can't wait.


• 5 weeks tomorrow until I know if this baby is a he or a she. I'm equally divided between both.


• Much as I try to say that we'll have a list of names and pick from it when baby is born, I'm already narrowing down. A lot.


• I'm huge. Like, 24 weeks pregnant huge.

Anyway, I should wrap this up and get ready for bed. Regardless of when I go to bed, Elijah WILL be up at 7:15 tomorrow! Little sweetheart that he is.